Susan Submits

He had made not the slightest move to touch her, but the way his eyes crawled over her as though he already possessed her was making her body react in ways that must have been only too obvious to him. Under the delicate nightie her breasts felt hot and her nipples were tingling, her labia were swollen and she could feel the wetness on her thighs. She clenched her fists to stop herself squeezing eager fingers between her legs and shaming herself then and there, just as the man said she would.
‘And then there’s the third thing you’re going to do,’ he said. ‘Goodness me, you are going to be a busy girl this morning, aren’t you?’
His smile had no hint of humour in it, and Susan shivered at the knowledge that she was entirely at his mercy, and that she was about to undergo any indignity, degradation and agony he wished to put her through. ‘And the… the third thing is?’ She was afraid to learn what the final ordeal would be, yet she had to ask.
‘I think we’ll keep that as a little surprise,’ the gloating man said. ‘It’s always nice to have a surprise, don’t you think?
‘First, though, we’ll start with a proper look at you. Off with the nightie, young lady.’
‘But I… I don’t…’ Susan’s plea faltered. She was trembling with – with what? Fear, yes, but lurking beneath the fear was an excitement the like of which she had never felt before. This was the first time in her young life that she had been alone in a room with a man, a stranger, who was clearly determined to use her for his own depraved pleasure, ignoring her pleas and protestations and careless of what it cost her in pain and humiliation.
‘I’m afraid you still don’t get it, do you, sweetie.’ His tone was abrupt and his face showed impatience at her lack of obedience. ‘When I say I want to see you naked, you get naked immediately. Now, I could rip your very pretty nightie off you, but I’m not going to. I want you to take it off so I can enjoy a private striptease – one just for me. Now, your hesitation has already meant some additional punishment, so don’t make it any worse for yourself than it already is.’
Susan delayed no longer, and with shaking fingers she lifted the silky garment over her head and allowed it to drop silently to the floor. She felt that any attempt to cover her breasts or her neat triangle of pubic curls with her hands would be inviting further wrath, so she merely stood trembling and waiting for his next move. He looked her up and down, nodded in approval and stood to approach her, moving very close. She looked up apprehensively into his face, and he nodded again.
‘Very nice,’ he said huskily. ‘Just as I knew you would be.’ He leered at the girl, who stood vulnerable and defenceless before him. He raised a hand and took Susan’s left nipple between finger and thumb, and pretended surprise as he tweaked the little bud and weighed the breast. ‘Well now, it seems you like what’s happening to you. Otherwise, why is this pretty little thing so stiff and pointy?’ He nodded as though the solution had suddenly come to him. ‘Ah, now I see, sweetheart. You’re one of those girls who likes it rough, right? A bit of pain turns you on.’
‘N-no,’ she whispered contritely, her cheeks blushing prettily. ‘Don’t you dare—’
‘Don’t tell me what I dare,’ he warned aggressively, showing a sudden and unsettling temper. ‘I dare just what I like, and we’ve been futzing around for too long. So the first part of your punishment starts right now.’ He undid the buckle of his belt and pulled the leather strap out of his trouser loops. Susan inhaled fearfully, and he wasted no time with any more words; he simply took a handful of her hair and pulled her across the room to a chair. He pressed her over the seat so that her head hung over one side while her bottom was raised on the other, and whistled with surprise when he saw the state of the glorious twin globes.
‘Hell, sweetie, who got to your bum before me?’ he drawled. ‘Nice stripes. Did a boyfriend do this?’
‘No,’ Susan admitted miserably. ‘The headmistress at my school.’
He jerked away from her, looking spooked. ‘Hey, you’re not underage, are you? I don’t need five years in jail.’
And this was her chance; all she had to say was that yes, she was, and the creep would be out of the door in a flash. So why didn’t she say it? Why did she admit instead, ‘No, I’m eighteen…’?
The man took a deep breath and seemed to relax. ‘Good,’ he said. ‘You had me worried there for a moment, but now we can proceed.’ He put a hand on the taut curves of her bottom and stroked them appreciatively. The marks of Miss Kilcullen’s thrashing were no longer raised welts, but they still showed as angry purple lines. ‘Lovely,’ he said. ‘Nothing like a young arse under your hand. And this one, although it’s recently been through some treatment, is specially fine.’ He ran an inquisitive finger down into the deep cleft between the cheeks, and deliberately let his fingernails scrape the little star of Susan’s anus. She gasped and jerked, and he chuckled. ‘Maybe later for that, sweet one,’ he mused. ‘Right now we have more urgent matters to attend to. Here goes, and don’t forget that you brought this on yourself. Perhaps this will teach you not to be so uppity with the workers like me.’
With no further warning he brought the belt down on her defenceless bottom. Susan’s breath whistled through her teeth, but she managed to keep from crying out. She wanted to make it a point of honour not to give this sorry excuse for a man the satisfaction of hearing her scream or, worse still, beg for mercy. A second lash followed and again she held back an outcry.
As she thought, he wanted to hear her scream. ‘What’s the matter, sweetie?’ he goaded. ‘Am I just playing pat-a-cake with your pretty little bum? All right, let’s see if there’s any way to make sure you don’t fall asleep from boredom.’ He revised his grip on the leather, making sure he held it as securely as he could, and flexed his wrist back and forth. ‘Right, off we go again.’
This time he hit her harder than before, but what wrenched a ragged scream from Susan was the tip snapping round and savaging her left buttock and hip. ‘Now, that’s a lot better,’ he growled with satisfaction. ‘I’m sure you felt that one.’
‘Oh, that was so sore,’ Susan complained. ‘I really don’t deserve any of this treatment. All I did was—’
‘All you did was make me look like an arsehole in front of the other passengers and my colleagues,’ he retorted harshly. ‘It didn’t matter to you that the chief steward was three rows away and heard every word you said. What sort of report do you think he’ll put in on me?’
Susan turned her head as much as she could, trying to see his face. ‘Yes, I really am sorry,’ she sobbed. ‘I’d do anything to make it up to you, but please, that belt—’
‘Well, sugar, you are making it up to me.’ He grinned down at her flushed face. ‘You’re doing it the best way I know. Here we go again, and do you know that your cunt lips are peeping out at me? I wonder if this time I can’t manage to aim at them. Should sting a bit, I think.’
‘Oh no,’ she begged, ‘no, please—’
It was as far as she got because his aim was true. The leather tip just caught the pinkly protruding lips of Susan’s vagina and the immediate agony tore a hoarse scream from the girl’s throat.
‘That should do it!’ His loathsome face appeared close to hers as he bent down and grinned at her. He squatted on the floor next to her and ran his hand slowly up the warm smoothness of her inner thigh, and in spite of her suffering bottom she felt a treacherous thrill at the way his fingers were digging into her resilient flesh. Instinctively she parted her legs, opening her nether lips in unspoken invitation to explore her vagina, the petals of her labia glistening in unmistakable arousal.
His eyes glinted. ‘My, my, sweetheart, thrashing your bum has really made you randy,’ he drooled. ‘You’re sopping wet in that little pussy of yours.’ He extended his middle finger and ran it around the outer labia of Susan’s sex, and the girl gasped and pressed her pelvis towards the finger that had given her such a thrilling sensation, but he sniggered and shook his head.
‘Oh no you don’t, girlie,’ he said. ‘It would be fun to frig you, but for this I’m just the spectator. You’re going to wank yourself now, just like I said, and I’m going to watch you do it. Put on a good show for me, now.’
Susan blushed in embarrassment, but she knew that she had no choice; what he said in that hotel room was law. It was as though she was a mere machine; he flicked a switch or pressed a button and she did as she was programmed to do. So she sat up on the chair, wincing as her beaten bottom made contact with it, then looked straight into his eyes and slowly and timidly eased her hand down the smooth tautness of her flat belly, through the fine auburn curls of her pubic triangle, and over the puffy slit of her pussy. For the moment she ignored her clitoris, and pressed two fingers into her wet vagina, inhaling sharply and closing her eyes. Then she raised her hand and held it towards the man’s face, and he too closed his eyes and breathed in deeply, kneeling on the floor before her parted legs.
‘That’s the stuff, girl,’ he growled blissfully, and Susan put her hand down between her thighs again, this time seeking her clitoris. She took it between her finger and thumb and rolled it back and forth, and it took no time at all for the first waves of her orgasm to begin, and she knew that this, perversely, was going to be an especially strong one. For a moment she wondered why, and then she understood. It was because she was degrading herself in front of a complete stranger. Masturbation, the act of self-satisfaction, should be done alone. Performed in front of someone else it became a humiliating thing. Or it should be, she thought; so why was she building up to a wonderful climax, her hips gyrating on the chair and her lungs forcing little cries from her moist, slightly parted lips? It was the fact that he was staring at her hand working between her thighs, watching eagerly as her sex lips clenched around her fingers, listening to the suckling noises as she pushed in and pulled out, and sniffing deeply at the muskiness of a girl at the height of her sexual arousal.
‘I’m coming,’ she gasped. ‘Oh, I’m coming.’ As she knew it would be the orgasm was forceful, so powerful in fact that it took her, almost causing her to faint and slump from the chair to the floor. The man leaned even closer until his face was mere inches from the pink folds of her sex, and he leered with delight as he watched her delirious spasming as the climax took hold, and then slowly ebbed.
‘That was terrific, sweetie,’ he leered, as Susan’s breathing slowly returned to normal and, her eyes dreamily closed, she waited for her heartbeat to regain some normality. ‘Congratulations, young lady.’
Her eyes slowly opened, then she started and blushed and cringed with shame; she had just masturbated in front of a virtual stranger, and under his crude orders.
The man stood up. ‘Well, that’s two down, one to go,’ he said, and Susan’s stomach lurched as she watched him taking off his shirt. She was tired and she wanted him to go.
‘Oh, no,’ she said in despair. ‘Haven’t I done enough for you? Why can’t you leave me alone now?’ But as she spoke she could feel a tremor of excitement in her tummy, and she knew that, beg as she might for pity from the creep standing over her, she was looking forward to what he might do to her next.
The man grinned with pleasure. ‘What… what do you want me to do now?’ she asked timorously, knowing she sounded helpless, and knowing that she was…