Excerpt of Submissive by Anya Howard

He took her by the arm and turned about and led her away
to the edge of the woods. They walked along the boundary
until at last they came upon a small rock bench. He leaned
her over and set her hands against the smooth seat.
Gillian’s heart pumped with growing apprehension.
“Put your legs together,” he said and when she did
so, he flipped up the hem of her dress. She gasped sharply,
but he peeled down her panties without hesitation and
unbuckled the belt at his waist.

He patted her buttocks. At her shudder, he bent
forward and said into her ear, “You will hold on to that
bench without moving, or the next time that these panties
come down will be right before I bind you to the Pillar you
slept on last night.”

Gillian weakened with emotion, and just as she
thought she would fall over from her abashment, he raised
his hand and brought the belt down across her buttocks. She
flinched from the smarting pain and he dealt another stroke.

He touched her smarting buttocks, then strolled his
fingers to the cleft between her thighs. He brushed her
nether hair for a moment or two and then parted her thighs.
With a finger, he entered her pussy. Her hips strained
against the impetuous need he incited and her clit
fluttered wildly. He drew out and stroked her buttocks
again, moistening them with her own fluids. She blushed
painfully, and he came to stand beside her again, with his
feet planted firmly on the ground and lifted the belt again.

He spanked her more stridently now, so that her butt
was soon raw. Her hips jostled under the snapping leather
and her wails echoed all about them. She looked back at him
tearfully, hoping he would have mercy.

“You will not look back or close your eyes,” he
commanded and punished her all the harder.

Her head snapped forward and she stared straight
ahead as her flesh quivered under the belt’s loud, stinging
strokes. But her clit beat as soundly as his chastising
hand. To her further embarrassment, her thighs grew slick
from the moisture flooding from her pussy.

Gillian was breathless when at last he stopped. He
touched her backside again. The chastened flesh throbbed.