Free Susie Learns the Hard Way by Roger Quine Page A

her feet, spreading her legs wider as she leaned further forward from the waist, exposing herself to his touch and his stare.
    The pose was familiar to him, and highly arousing. He’d seen it many times before, but only from a distance, never this close. But he’d imagined it would be like this, the sight, the sound and the smell; the warm musky scent of arousal carried upwards by the heat of her body. And he’d imagined what he would do now, imagined it so exactly and precisely that he’d stood back away from her and spoken without thinking.
    â€˜Touch yerself.’
    â€˜What?’ She knew at once what he meant, and wasn’t so much asking a question as registering surprise. But the flat of his hand cracked solidly against the tight-stretched knickers and the moist flesh within. Whack!
    â€˜Ow!’ Susie jumped, and her squeal was a mixture of pain and surprise.
    â€˜Touch it,’ he wheezed, and suddenly Susie was afraid of him, and what he might do if she refused to obey. Her trembling hand reached back between her legs, and her fingers rested lightly on her knickers, still damp from before but now absorbing the sudden rush of fear that exuded from her sex.
    â€˜Do it proper,’ ordered the croaky voice, and the hand slapped across her bottom, adding another flush of red to the first.
    She bit her lip, not wanting to cry out, and her fingers curled, pressing firmly into the cotton, pushing into the oozing furrow of warmth, spreading the opening, digging higher.
    â€˜Ar,’ he grunted, but he smacked her again anyway, another stinging burst of pain that sent the heat glowing and burning across both her tightened cheeks.
    â€˜Aaaah!’ She couldn’t stop herself crying out this time, and she worked her fingers harder and faster between her legs, trying to make her actions more visible to him, feeling at the same time the arousal her movements created beginning to mingle with the heat spreading from the red weals made by his hand. She slowed and let her body dictate its own pace, let her fingers spread her body, sliding the sodden material across it in silky waves of pleasure.
    â€˜Ar.’ She knew the grunt of pleasure was the prelude to it but even so the stinging slap surprised her, forcing another squeal.
    â€˜Oooh!’
    â€˜Ar.’ He slapped her again, almost at once, and this time the shock doubled the pain.
    â€˜Owww!’ Her fingertips were sliding across the slippery skin as her knickers became a single strand of soaking wet cotton that slipped easily aside; almost as easily as her fingers slipped between the swollen lips and slowly disappeared from sight, one knuckle, then two, until they were as deep as they would go.
    Staring down on her from above, seeing it in glorious close-up, it was better than ever he’d imagined, better by miles and miles. ‘Faster!’ he ordered in a throaty wheeze, swinging his arm in a long curve that brought the flat of his hand across the firm buttock nearest him, letting the fingertip brush swiftly over the slick wetness.
    The sting of the slap was one thing, but the brush of his fingers as they slapped against her own forced her hand against her body, pushing the two fingers even higher inside. She didn’t need his orders now, and she was pushing back and forth, pulling her fingers almost completely out of her body so that just the tips were there, resting lightly against the opening, holding her lips just slightly apart. Then, when she couldn’t stand it any longer, she pushed them gently inwards, spreading herself. And his hand would slap down, making her body jerk so she could feel the knuckles of her hand against the soft flesh as her fingers pushed a tiny fraction deeper, until suddenly she felt her body explode, just as the pain from her bottom seared from another slap. So she came, a loud convulsion of pleasure that forced the breath from her mouth in a long scream of release, leaving her