It is absolutely something else

“Stand still.”

The voice wasn’t raised, just a conversational tone, but it had the natural confidence which made clear that it didn’t like to be disobeyed. It made Hannah freeze, and she didn’t dare even turn her head to see who had spoken. She just stood there, straight up, looking at Fiona as if she might provide any information at all.

Steps approached her, not rushed in any way, just closing the distance between the predator and his prey slowly. She imagined he was examining her, taking his time to watch her naked curves at his leasure as he approached her. She could hear his breathing, slightly heavy as if he was a very big guy, but quite regular and relaxed.

“Spread.”

It was the same casual tone of a guy who was used to being obeyed. She was confused though. Spread what? Did it mean what she thought he meant?

As if he had read her mind, he said: “Ah, you’re a rookie of course. Your feet.”

Yeah, it did mean that. She thought of her old life, when she would have had a big laugh and a vitriolic comment to any guy proposing that. But this wasn’t her old life anymore. She shuffled her feet outward, until they were about a foot apart.

It earned her a sharp, stinging pain across the lower part of both buttocks, accompanied by a cracking sound that broke the air. Had he really just… hit her? It hurt like hell, so it was well possible.

“More,” was all the voice said, in the matter of fact way of a guy who has made his point. The implication was perfectly clear: obey, even before you are ordered to, or there will be more of those lashes. And Hannah didn’t like them at all; the pain was ebbing away a bit but she certainly didn’t want it renewed.

Hannah shuffled her feet further apart. She could feel that the man stood still behind her now, at less than an arm’s length. She didn’t know how far this “spread” command should actually go, so she decided to stay on the safe side, to avoid more butt sore, and she kept shuffling her feet outward until they were almost a yard apart.

The man seemed satisfied for now, as his next command came: “Hands on the back of your head.”

She could recognize how she was positioned now, but she didn’t dare protest or slack. That horrible… whip? Ruler? Cane?... was still in his hands. She grit her teeth as she intertwined the fingers of both hands on the back of her head.

She had suspected what was coming, but still it came as a shock when it actually did. Two arms enveloped her from behind, one along her left side with the hand cupping and squeezing the right breast, and the other one from underneath, between her legs, taking a full grab of her pussy. Both hands pulled her backwards, drawing her body close to his.

Hannah squeaked, and broke the twine of her fingers on her head in an instinctive reflex to defend herself. To her surprise, the arms immediately disappeared and he took a step back, leaving her with her arms raging through the air like a windmill. But the relief was very brief indeed. There were two sharp snaps in the air again, harder this time, as a fresh correction was delivered across her ass.

He gave her under five seconds to recover from the blow, then said: “Keep them there.”

Quivering, the fresh burn in her ass acting like a catalyst for her obedience, she put her hands on her head again. The man waited till she stood silent again, then repeated the exact same grab of her body: one arm around to cup the breast, one underneath for a hand full of pussy, pulling her to press against his body from behind.

She needed all her compusere, but this time she managed to keep her hands on her head. She felt his clothes pressing into the naked skin of her ass and arms. His clothes, really? Well yeah, she supposed it was something quite normal here: men were dressed, girls weren’t.

Both hands started exploring her body. The breast hand cupped the other breast and squeezed it equally hard; then two fingers straddled a nipple and pulled it outward before clipping a tight pinch to it; the other hand kneading her full pussy mound for a bit, before fingers started pulling her labia apart and reach for the purple flesh inside. The fingers had no trouble locating her clit, and applied a similar pinch to it as the one on her nipple.