by Sam Kinkaid
Suzie’s SS Spanking Story
BY SAM KINKAID
COPYRIGHT SAM KINKAID 2015
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Published by Sam Kinkaid. 2015
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All characters are over eighteen
South-eastern Europe. September 1941.
The Republic of Kinkaslavia was a small and mountainous nation located in South Eastern Europe between Greece and Albania. For years its hardy yet unfortunate people had been hounded and harried by the great powers, a mere pawn in the great game of nations. Now, however, this plucky nation was facing its greatest threat to date. The German armies had swept in at the end of last year and had rapidly destroyed the courageous conscript army, scattering them into the wind and ruthless taking control of their cities and industries. A few brave souls had retreated into the mountains, there to harry and harass the Wehrmacht as best they could. To the extreme east of the country, however, lay the city of Loadz. Loadz was not an especially attractive place. It would not feature too highly on the travel itinerary of any adventurous western tourist looking to sample the finest culture of Eastern Europe. It was rather a small industrial city centred around its coal mining industry. Damp, dusty and dirty at the best of times the city was also home to the largest contingent of Novans in the country. The Novans were a dark haired travelling people who originated from the Russian Steppes. The east of the city was their territory. They had lived in battered apartments and grown up amongst the factory fumes because there was no place else for them to go. It wasn’t much of a home but it was theirs, and they were determined to defend it at all costs. It was precisely because of their defiant, hardy nature that the Novans were, at this point, providing the only real resistance to the Nazi menace in any city throughout Kinkaslavia. In the eastern side of the capital city a small group of fighters still held out in the strategically important industrial sector. The Nazis, of course, detested the Novan people, had detested them even before they had invaded Kinkoslavia but now hated them even more for the beacon of resistance they were providing. They considered the Novans the lowest of the low from a racial point of view, had marked them out as sub-humans to be ruthlessly exterminated at all costs.
Lucius Van Hect was a tall and striking man with light brown hair and blue eyes that would otherwise have seemed kindly. There was no denying he was a handsome man but in hate his face was twisted into a grimace. At thirty-two years old he had grown up a loyal adherent to the Nazi movement which in turn had done nothing except promote him. In the two years of war so far he had marked himself out as a problem solver, was seen as a man with neither scruples nor remorse when it came to getting a job done. His admirers lauded him from a distance for he appeared to emanate a sense of danger from every pore. He was an SS Colonel and it was his task to eliminate the threat posed by the Novans at any cost.
At this precise moment in time Colonel Lucius Van Hect was addressing a gathering of troops from the great chamber of the Grand Palace in the centre of Loadz. At one point the palace had been the property of the Imperial Kinkislavian dynasty who had been forced out by the revolution of 1918. Now it had been taken on for a far more sinister purpose. The huge portrait of Hitler loomed above Van Hect as he stood on the rostrum, flanked by two swastikas. Right now he was in his element. His voice rose, becoming more and more high pitched the more excited he became. “Our work is not pretty,” he bellowed. “It is not pleasant but it is essential, like the work of a rat catcher. The undesirables must be eliminated from our great Reich once and for all. Only extermination will do!” The chamber erupted into spontaneous applause. Van Hect lapped it all up. “The Novan scum think they can avoid their manifest fate by hiding in the industrial sector,” he continued. “They think their factories and industry too important to be bombed out. But they reckon without the fortitude of the Aryan German people! For against our iron boot they are but a nuisance! The time is soon coming, soldiers, when we will see fit to deal with this foul menace once and for all! When we shall go in with the full force and spare not the women nor the children nor the rebellious scum who think they can hold our thousand year old Reich to ransom! I say to you again my Aryan brothers we will not rest until every last Novan is wiped off the face of the earth! Until their foul stench is eliminated from the face of Europe, their tribe a mere footnote in history, marked forever as the lowest of the subhumans!”
His speech finished Van Hect stepped back and basked in the furious adulation of his soldiers. His knuckles were white from gripping the rostrum and he was shaking like a leaf, for the hatred had taken hold of his entire body and had transformed him into a frothing animal.
Suzanne Lubasanka was a short girl of twenty with smooth dark brown hair down to her shoulders and an hourglass figure; wide hips, large breasts and a full ass. Her eyes were keen and richly brown and her nose was slightly upturned. Her lips naturally smiled and her face was rounded off almost into a heart shape. From this room on the top floor of the palace she could just about hear the applause of the troops and she knew Van Hect was almost finished and would be coming to see her soon. She got up and examined herself in the mirror, at her sleek black dress which hugged her body tightly and showed off her cleavage. She had applied ample eye shadow to accentuate her deep brown eyes and only a little makeup; for some reason Van Hect did not like her to hide her Novan heritage too deeply. She awaited his return with a certain amount of trepidation but she was looking forward to seeing him nonetheless.
Van Hect had been out on patrols when he had spotted her, trying to hide from him in the ruins of her pitiful bombed out apartment. Orders from on high were that all undesirables were to be shot on sight and Van Hect had dutifully raised his pistol but there was something about the girl which had prevented him from making an end of her. Instead he had taken her hostage, brought her back to his palace and attempted to interrogate her. A strange bond had formed between them and she had never left the place since. Or at least not that he knew about.
She heard his footsteps upon the stairs and imagined they were hurrying just to see her, imagined his hard cock bulging in his trousers as he anticipated fucking her. Suzanne smiled, straightened her dress and took one last glance at herself in the mirror. “You’re looking good enough to eat sweetie,” she told herself with a smile. The door unlocked and Van Hect entered, stopped in the doorway when he saw her. Suzanne smiled again as she felt his eyes exploring every inch of her perfect body. “Hello Sir,” said Suzanne seductively. “I’ve missed you.”
“Indeed?” Muttered Van Hect.
“I enjoyed your speech.”
“You weren’t at the speech,” retorted Van Hect contemptuously. “Had you been there it would have really put the mouse amongst the vipers.” He laughed without humour.
“I listened to it on the radio.”
“Then you could not have gotten the most out of it,” declared Van Hect arrogantly. “You had to be there to appreciate its mastery. But enough of this. We both know why y
ou are here.” Van Hect came up behind her and wrapped his right hand around her throat, pulling her close to him and causing her to gasp aloud. His other hand reached down and pulled up her dress so that her legs were bare. He pulled aside her white lace panties and his fingers reached across to explore the wetness between her legs. As he massaged her aching pussy he pulled his hand tighter around her throat, pulling her closer still so that her hair rubbed against his cheek. “Do you like this, you filthy little undesirable whore?” He asked her breathlessly. “Does this sort of thing get you off? Well does it?”
“Oh master!” Exclaimed Suzanne deliriously. “Like you wouldn’t believe, master!”
Van Hect reached up and unzipped the back of her dress, causing her chest to bounce forwards. In a moment his hands were upon her breasts. She reached behind to undo her bra and once it was discarded on the floor he seized hold of her breasts, twisting the nipples so that she cried out. He seized hold of her arm and dragged her over to the bed then sat down and roughly pulled her over his lap so her ass was raised before him. Suzanne moaned softly as Van Hect pulled her panties down to above her knees, leaving her ass bare. She loved it when he spanked her. “Are you going to behave like a good bitch whilst I thrash you?” He asked her roughly.
“Yes master,” replied Suzanne obediently, readying herself for the onslaught to come.
Von Hect began spanking her hard and fast, alternating from one cheek to the other. Suzanne began to cry out straight away as the blows rained down upon her submitted ass and she was forced to clench her fists and concentrate hard on not struggling. She was determined to submit to him completely and take whatever she had coming to her. Her ass reddened up quickly and soon became very hot. The pain grew and grew and it felt as though it would never stop. Suzanne was unable to stop herself from kicking out with her feet. Her cries became constant and she started to weep steadily. The crying helped with her submission. Soon she was broken and sobbed freely; her strength left her and she lay meekly over his lap as the onslaught continued unabated. After a while the spanking ceased. Suzanne knew Van Hect’s arm must be getting tired and that he wanted to retain his strength for the next part of her punishment. He seized a hold of her hair and roughly dragged her back to face him. “You know what’s going to happen now?” He asked her roughly.
Suzanne nodded. Her eyes were streaked with tears which had caused her makeup and eye shadow to run and her hair was screwed up and trapped between the vice like grip of his fingers. “Yes master,” she gasped breathlessly.
“You want it?”
“Yes master,” replied Suzanne with vehemence, and in truth she wanted it more than anything else in the world right now.
“Then ask for it,” growled Van Hect maliciously.
Suzanne looked at him with wide, pleading eyes. “Please may I be caned hard master?” She begged passionately.
Van Hect lifted her up by the hair once more and threw her aside before standing up. Suzanne bounced off the bed then leapt up, seized two pillow and placed them one on top of the other in the centre of the bed before laying over them so that her ass was raised up and her legs slightly apart. She took another pillow and buried her face into it, for she knew the caning was going to hurt a great deal and she would be made to scream.
“Can you see how wet I am, master?” She whispered as she heard the swish of the rattan cane above her. “Can you see how my pussy is glistening in anticipation of…”
She got no further for at that moment there came a loud and sudden whoosh followed a moment later by the impact of the cane coming down hard against her ass. Suzanne let fly with a cry of astonishment and this was followed a moment later by a long and high pitched gasp as the burning sting took full effect. Van Hect aimed another stroke at the top of her legs which hurt even more than the first. Suzanne began to sob with a new vehemence as Van Hect gave her another stroke and then another after that. Soon her ass was lined with welts and when the strokes struck the already tender welts she was made to scream even harder. She buried her face into the pillow, pounded her face against the mattress of the bed. After a time the pain blurred her sense. She was not even aware of when the punishment stopped but rather lay in a heap sobbing for a long time. Suddenly she felt her wrists seized and her arms pinioned behind her back. Van Hect tied her tightly so that the rope cut into her skin then thrust her on to the bed where she landed face down. She was just about able to pull her knees up and apart so he could enter her from behind. He pounded her hard and relentlessly, seeming to thrust deeper and deeper each time. Suzanne put her head to the side and cried out loudly as he fucked her, her wrists straining against the bonds that held her tight. His rutting thrusts pounded her mercilessly against her already sore ass as he drove deeper and deeper inside her, edging her ever closer to orgasm. She closed her eyes and strained hard against the bonds, the breath drawn from her body, immediately afterwards letting out a high pitched cry, barely audible at first but which rose in volume until it became a scream. She felt her entire body give way to a flood of pleasure as her juices gushed against his hard ejaculating cock. The orgasm was sublime and blurred the borders of reality, left her gasping and feeling half drowned. Her vision blurred. The next thing she knew he was withdrawing from her. She rolled over on to her side and gazed up at him with grateful adoration, her eyes watering. “Thank you master,” she said emphatically. “Thank you for fucking me hard like that.”
“Shut up,” ordered Van Hect harshly, seizing hold of her hands and roughly untying her. Suzanne immediately set about rubbing her already sore ass before getting up and going over to examine herself in the mirror. Her ass was criss-crossed with welts which had started to purple in places and formed a veritable roadmap of punishment. She wiped her tears with her naked arm and smiled, knowing that she would be reminded of her punishment every time she sat down for the next week.
“The amount of risks I take,” sighed Van Hect, looking towards her critically as she slowly got herself dressed. “I would be dead if they found me. No, I would be more than dead.”
“Well I am dead already,” replied Suzanne guardedly. “They will get me one day.”
“They will not get you,” replied Van Hect dismissively. “If they got you they would get me too. And I would never let that happen.”
“Think you’re too clever?”
“Well I have climbed the ladder this far, haven’t I?” He looked at her with a look that seemed like longing then shook his head. “I have much to do,” he said arrogantly. “And you have wasted enough of my time already. Make yourself scarce, girl, and be sure to keep a low profile. Your Novan scum eyes mark you out as a subhuman but if you keep to the shadows I daresay you shall go unnoticed.”
“Yes sir,” replied Suzanne meekly.
“You made me gush really hard sir,” said Suzanne nervously as she lingered in the doorway. “I hope you felt me spurt over your cock as I came.”
“Get out of here,” replied Van Hect dismissively. He wasn’t even looking at her. Suzanne sighed and closed the door behind her as she left. She made her way down the side stairs and outside, walked through the garden and to the little shack built against the wall which served as her quarters. The shack was small but homely and consisted of two rooms; the first containing a bed, a stove and an easy chair and the other a small bathroom. Suzanne undressed once more and got into the shower. Her whole body was aching all over and she was seized with an intense sadness which she often felt after she had gone to see Van Hect.
After she had left Van Hect sat on the easy chair in his bedroom, thinking hard. Things were not going at all well here in the city of Loadz. The population refused to be subjugated and until they were crushed under the Nazi boot use of the industrial resources could not begin. The problem was all available troops were needed for the invasion of Russia. Berlin was breathing down their necks demanding a solution and Van Hect knew as well as anyone that unless they came up with one and fast it would be their necks in the guillotine be
fore the year was out.
Colonel Cornelius Pound looked out of his office window at the sun setting over London. It had been a fine late summer day and it was hard to believe that just across the English Channel the entire continent was engulfed in a terrible war the like of which had never been seen before. Hard to believe too that it was less than a year since the Blitz. The bombed out buildings were everywhere. Cornelius wondered whether they were ever going to get to rebuild. Cornelius was still a young man at just thirty-four but had been wounded during the battle for France the previous year and as a result wore an eye patch and walked with a slight limp. He did not so much mind the scars of battle, what mattered to him more was that he was no longer able to fight. Still, he possessed an ability that could not be ignored and it was for this reason he had been assigned to head up a special department within the Ministry dedicated to aiding the resistance movement in Kinkislavia.
Cornelius turned around to face his team of three men and one woman. His eyes were immediately drawn to Rhonda Jenkins, his secretary and special agent. She was tall and blonde with hair cut just below her shoulders and clear blue eyes, lips that made a perfect pout. She had a determined chin and was strikingly handsome. He face somehow seemed to emanate strength and courage. To simply lay eyes upon her was to be reassured. Provided the two of you were friends. It was difficult for a woman to rise as high as she but Rhonda possessed an ability which could not be ignored. Cornelius could not take his eyes away from her. He shook his head. He needed to think clearly. A lot of people were depending upon him. “And so to business,” he said primly. “As we all know the city of Loadz is at this point the only major settlement in Kinkislavia currently offering any real resistance to the Nazi menace. What is more they are in control of an area of their city which is absolutely essential to the nation’s industry and it is no surprise the place features so strongly in the Nazis plans. Were they able to overrun the industrial sector and take control of the nation’s coal production it would prove essential in their thrust east. I needn’t have to tell you fellows this is quite the last thing we need. It is essential we back up the brave souls fighting the good fight.”