She was not yet aware of his presence as she hurried along the crowded street. It was so busy she hardly noticed anybody except for minor flashes of detail- his hair, her shoes, that dress. The sky was grey and gusts of wind blew up her long coat, making her shiver as it caressed the swollen nude flesh underneath. It was as if somehow the universe could tell she was naked except for a lace garter, sheer black stockings and the overcoat. This thought made her blush and she looked around, wondering if the many faces around her had discovered her secret, if she was walking differently because of it. She fingered the silver chain around her neck as she always did when she was nervous, hoping that somehow his collar would protect her.

He watched her from a bench across the street from where he had agreed to meet her. From his position, he could see the way she was moving about, pacing, could see a familiar red tinge to her cheeks and knew that she had followed his orders. She was nervous, jittery. As eager as he was, he knew she could wait a few more minutes. He leant back and resumed reading his paper.

She was not permitted to sit without his say so, so she hovered around a bench, moving her feet about in the high shiny black heels that pained her but pleased him. Why was he so late? She took her phone out of a pocket in the coat, checked it. No message, no missed calls. She re read his instructions, leaning back to perch absentmindedly on the back of the bench. This is right, she thought. I’m in the right place. He must just be delayed...

Moving quickly, he crossed the street and positioned himself behind her, one hand swiftly wrapping around her waist and lifting her up off the seat, the other tangling in her hair to prevent her from turning her head to look at him.

‘You were told, repeatedly, not to sit down when you are dressed as my slut, girl.’ He growled, then added ‘Hands behind your back, now’ without waiting for a response.

The hand in her hair gave one final tug before releasing and she let out a whimper, her heart pounding and cheeks flaming at being handled like this, here. She looked around to check that nobody was watching before clasping her hands in the small of her back, and his hand slid quickly up her jacket to pinch the wet lips of her cunt painfully. She yelped.

‘Don’t focus on them. Focus on me.’

He took her by the wrists held behind her back and pushed her forwards, holding her in front of him as they walked down the street as if on a leash. Just as he’d expected, the park was empty save for the highway running along one side and a couple quickly crossing for the restaurant strip on the other side. The area was mainly industrial this side of town, the green of the park standing out amongst the overwhelming sea of grey suits and white buildings.

He led her over to a seat in the middle of the park and had her kneel on it, pushing her forwards to angle her body over the steel backrest. Another delightful whimper of humiliation escaped her lips as her bare backside peeked out under the coat, but thankfully she knew better than to speak. He lifted her coat more, and tucked it up over her back, leaving her backside and thighs completely exposed.

A truck on the highway roared past and sounded its horn. Pity, he thought. They haven’t seen the whole show, yet.

The first strike was with his hand straight to her upper right thigh. She let out a yelp of pain and arched her back, raising her head as if instinctively trying to escape the pain, but her body shuddered in the signal he undoubtedly knew as ‘more, please?’. He pushed her head back down, reaching straight between her legs and under her to lift her hips up again. This time, she presented her ass to him properly and he rubbed her clit in appreciation.

Slowly, he began to spank her. He built up the pain on her skin, watching with interest as it went from the palest porcelain colour to a shocking pink blush across her backside and thighs. Every few strikes would cause a new noise from her, a moan or sigh as he continued, a yelp as he suddenly increased his force.

‘Take off the coat.’

He was quite sure she hadn’t heard him and was about to repeat himself when she obeyed, shakily kneeling up to unbutton the big coat and slide it off her body. She was about to stand to fold it when his fist caught her by the hair and forced her forwards over the bench again. Letting go, he dragged his nails down her spine, digging into her flesh with a force that brought up raised red marks instantly, small dots of blood forming within seconds. He smiled.

‘Mine’.

He pinched and slapped at her red backside, watching her reactions to gauge how much more she could handle. She jumped and whimpered, but the wetness dripping down her thighs told him that she wasn’t quite ready to safeword, yet. Not even with the cars going by honking their horns, or the group of men hovering across the street at the bus stop not bothering to hide their interest.

He smacked her again, then reached down and unfastened his belt. She immediately arched her back and stuck her backside out at the sound of his buckle, and he reached under her to play with the heat and moisture between her legs until he could feel her shudder.

He straightened and, looping the belt, brought it down neatly across both sides of her bottom with a satisfying thwack. She wasn’t bothering to contain her sounds anymore and groaned loudly, a prolonged ‘Oh’ sound that was reminiscent more of pleasure than pain. He did it again and again, the red imprint of the belt becoming apparent almost immediately after impact. Layering welt after welt onto her blazing skin, he watched her become more desperate, now writhing under every blow, completely oblivious to the world around her.

‘Please,’ she said quietly. ‘Will you fuck me? Please, Sir...’