A walk in the forest
He suggested showing her the quarry in this forest—she, having recently arrived in this city, really wanted to find some pleasant little spots like this where she could walk in her free time alone or like this, with new acquaintances.
The narrow paths they walked along to the quarry, the occasional other walkers coming the opposite way, the light conversation
about nothing. All of this stirred in her a state of calm, trust, relaxation, so when he suggested turning off the path to shorten the way and show the quarry from the most beautiful viewpoint—she obediently followed him. After a few minutes of walking through the forest, over the pine needles and cones crunching underfoot, she had already lost sight of the path, and he kept glancing around, apparently trying to remember that very shortcut to the quarry.She didn't even notice the moment when he ended up behind her—after all, she had been walking behind him the whole way. A slight shiver ran down her back when he unexpectedly touched her thigh from behind. It took some effort to pull herself together and turn to face him, to remove his hand from her body. Or rather, to try to do all that—as soon as she began to turn, he placed his other hand on her shoulder, squeezed, and pressed down to stop her movement. Her hands, trying to intercept his, he easily pushed aside, and on a second attempt at resistance, he gripped both her wrists behind her back.
She tried again to pull herself together and remember what to do in such situations. First of all—she needed to conserve her strength for escape; he clearly surpassed her in strength, and she wouldn't even be able to push him away. He interpreted her ceasing resistance differently—he removed his hands and said, "Get on your knees!" Indignation and fear overwhelmed her from this demand so much that she couldn't move. "On your knees!"—both his hands pressed down on her shoulders and knees, which were already trembling from agitation, and they easily gave way. He pushed her forward, and she had to get on all fours. Now there wasn't even a chance for escape.
He gave her only a few moments, allowing her to realize what was happening and understand her position before him, and continued to enjoy his power over her—he stood so as to clamp her waist between his legs, not even allowing her to move, slowly lifted the hem of her skirt, and pulled down her panties. She tried to at least lean forward or shift her knees, which were being dug into by those same pine needles and fallen bark, but he only needed to squeeze his legs tighter around her waist to remind her who was in charge of the situation. She knew that through her rapid, deep breathing, moans of pleasure would soon begin to surface, but due to her wildly pounding heart, she couldn't hear anything around her… until the moment the sound of a belt being slid out of its loops whispered over her back. She couldn't see what happened next, but she heard his every movement—he folded the belt in half and lightly slapped it against his palm.
Between the sound of the whistle and the sound of the slap, not even an instant passed. The first strike didn't even hurt too much, but she immediately felt her skin burning where the belt had landed. The second strike was stronger; she jerked forward, and a moan finally broke through her breathing. (еtаlеs) A few more slaps on her bottom—she still instinctively jerked forward but continued to moan with pleasure and, without even waiting for him to push her back into place with his knees, returned to the position he had defined for her at the beginning.
He gave her a few seconds, perhaps enjoying himself how her skin reddened and swelled.
But as soon as he felt her relaxing, he sharply squeezed her ribs with his legs and lashed her thighs with the belt significantly harder and immediately said, "Quiet, my girl!"—because the echo of the slap was answered by the echo of her moan.
The spanking continued for a few more minutes—methodically, not allowing her to either get used to the pain or relax, he slapped her bottom with the belt, sometimes harder, sometimes a bit lighter. When he stopped and tossed the belt aside, she couldn't feel relief, knowing this wasn't the end yet. However, he released her from the vise of his knees and stepped aside a little. She couldn't not take advantage of the situation and began to get to her feet, when he pressed down on her shoulders again and pushed her in the back: "Stay like that!" Now he knelt behind her and unzipped his trousers. He ran his hand along her perineum from bottom to top, using her wetness instead of lubricant, placed his other hand on the small of her back, pulling her closer, and inserted a finger inside.