Suzie's SS Spanking Story

by Sam Kinkaid

  “Fortunately we have a damned good agent within the high command itself feeding us all the gossip from the Nazi high command in the city,” put in Rhonda. “And the news is not good. The word is Berlin is finally on its way to sending reinforcements to the city in a bid to put an end to the resistance once and for all. We need to strike fast and hard.”

  “In short I am talking about assassinations,” declared Cornelius. “We need to strike at the very top of the ladder and thus remove the hydra’s head once and for all. To this end we have pinpointed the top three Nazis in charge of the city. Their names are Lucius Van Hect, Karl Brutwurst and Gurgen Kessiler.”

  “Van Hect and Kessiler are SS Colonels,” continued Rhonda. “Brutwurst is a General and the man in overall charge of the operation. Fortunately he’s a complete incompetent by all accounts but this is not to say he isn’t dangerous.”

  “They need to be taken out,” said Cornelius gravely. “A more insidious trio of rogues I never did see. It disturbs me that such people could exist in this world, doing what they do.”

  “And who is to carry out the assassinations?” Asked Arthur Howard, a dull looking man with a prim centre parting and woollen suit. “Our agent on the inside?”

  Cornelius shook his head. “Agent Raven is a fine spy but she’s no killer,” he said. “My intention is to parachute our assassins in from the inside. And I have just the agents in mind. Strong willed, determined, ruthless trained killers and fluent in both German and Kinkislavian to boot.”

  “They sound like fine fellows,” said Howard approvingly.

  “You’re half right,” smiled Rhonda, treating Cornelius to a knowing wink.

  Cornelius went home late, just after ten, picked his way through the streets to his apartment in Islington. He went inside and made himself a cup of tea which he drank without enthusiasm. He wanted to treat himself to a dram of scotch but knew he had to be up bright and early at five the next morning. It was half eleven when Rhonda knocked on his door. The sex between them was business-like and earnest, like two people who may not see tomorrow, and this may well have been the case for both of them for their line of work was dangerous and assassins a constant threat. Neither was sure whether they were in love with one another. Truth be told they didn’t think they knew what love meant. All they wanted to do was their duty, to see Britain safe and have this damnable conflict done with to a satisfactory conclusion for the forces of good. Rhonda rode Cornelius rhythmically, leaning back and holding on to his knees as she bounced about on top of his cock. Cornelius squeezed her breasts hard enough to make her cry out delightedly. Their orgasms were mutual and yet strangely passionless, more relief than lust. Afterwards the lay together smoking and staring up at the ceiling.

  “You think they can handle it?” Asked Rhonda doubtfully, speaking of the two agents. “Every time I see them they seem to have their heads in the clouds. Too focused on one another if you ask me.”

  “You wouldn’t doubt them if you’d read their files,” replied Cornelius confidently. “Their deeds in France is already the stuff of legend amongst the resistance movement. Word is after the war when they don’t have to keep cover anymore they’re to be awarded that nation’s highest honour.”

  “Let’s just hope they do enough to earn the highest honour of Kinkislavia as well,” said Rhonda.

  “Indeed,” replied Cornelius. “But they’re the best we have for the task at hand. Sure, they have their little eccentricities but they’ll pull through. I wouldn’t have picked them if I didn’t think they could handle it.”

  “And what of this Raven girl?” Asked Rhonda. “Just how reliable is she?”

  “She’s a plucky soul,” replied Cornelius. “From what I’ve gathered she’s been able to infiltrate the highest echelons of power although I have no idea how. I don’t ask and she doesn’t tell. I can only assume her to be some sort of trusted servant.”

  “I suppose we’ll find out soon enough,” said Rhonda. “I just hope her cover isn’t blown before we carry out the mission.”

  “Here’s hoping,” agreed Cornelius. “Still, we should get some rest. We need to be up early tomorrow. I want to go and see our agents personally, brief them for myself about their coming mission.”

  It was a fine day the following morning. Cornelius drove Rhonda in the black ministerial car. Soon they were driving through open countryside. “Ivy Gainsborough and Kimberley Leeming,” said Rhonda thoughtfully. “Britain’s secret weapon.”

  “And yet both as pretty as pictures and with faces that look like butter wouldn’t melt in their mouths,” smiled Cornelius. “In short the perfect spies.”

  The two of them lived together in a quiet cottage in the Essex countryside with a well-kept garden and low ceilings, all very quaint and English. Kim was a naturally cheerful girl of twenty-two with a slightly freckled nose that seemed to suggest mischief; long and flowing bright red hair that cascaded down to her shoulders and a perfectly proportioned body, of average height. Ivy was the same age, tall and slim with long legs and wavy black hair; a determined chin and light brown eyes, high cheekbones and thin red lips that gave an air of mystery to her smile. Like Kim she was possessed of a cheerful demeanour and smiled graciously at Cornelius and Rhonda as she showed them inside. Somehow just to be in their presence made Rhonda feel happy. Theirs was a happy apartment and the two girls themselves radiated the warmth of their personalities. Rhonda often had to remind herself they were two of the best agents the country possessed.

  “So Cornelius,” smiled Kim after a light lunch of tea and buttered scones. “I understand you have a job for us.”

  “Indeed so,” replied Cornelius. He briefly explained the background of the mission. “How you assassinate the three scoundrels is entirely up to you,” he said afterwards. “Mind you; you’ve both proved quite resourceful in the past. I don’t doubt you’ll son find an opportunity to put your ample skills to the test.”

  “Why us two?” Asked Ivy.

  “Because you’re women,” replied Cornelius promptly. “And not bad looking ones at that. We need you to get close enough to the Nazi high command of the city to strike.”

  “You want us to fuck them?” Asked Kim doubtfully.

  “Ah.” Cornelius tapped his teeth and looked awkwardly towards Rhonda.

  “It’s entirely up to you how you kill them,” said Rhonda diplomatically. “If you think you’ll get close enough by fucking them – or rather offering them the bait that you might fuck them – then so be it. Sure, we expect they’ll want to fuck you. This is why we’ve arranged with our agent on the ground to have you invited to the monthly ball at the Loadz palace.”

  “All we want is those three bastards dead and you back alive,” continued Cornelius. He reached into his briefcase and produced a thick dossier which he passed over to them. “Here,” he said. “These papers should tell you all you need about the devilish trio. There’s pictures included as well.”

  “They all look fucking hideous,” muttered Kim with disdain. “No way am I going to willing fuck any of them.”

  “That’s as the case may be,” said Cornelius. “Like I said I daresay you’ll work something out. You both distinguished yourselves well in France.”

  “Doesn’t feel like we made much difference,” said Kim bitterly. “They still got crushed didn’t they and we lost a lot of good agents to boot.”

  “Now, now,” soothed Cornelius. “You did a lot of good work setting up the resistance. In a couple of years’ time we’re going to be going back over there and when we do your ground work is going to prove invaluable to the nation’s liberation.”

  “I just hope we’re alive to see it,” muttered Ivy.

  Cornelius smiled reassuringly and stood up to leave. “You’ll be fine,” he said kindly. He looked around at the pleasant kitchen. “You’ve been living together a little while now haven’t you?”

  “Since we came back from France,” replied Kim.

  “Indeed? Well it’s a nice
little arrangement you’ve got here. “I believe they call it a Boston marriage do they not?”

  Ivy looked at Kim and tried to suppress a laugh. “Something like that,” she smiled.

  After Cornelius and Rhonda had gone Kim and Ivy took afternoon tea together then went and did a little gardening and pottering around the greenhouse before coming back inside. In all they considered it a pretty proactive day. “Shame to leave it all behind really,” sighed Ivy. “Still, I suppose it’ll be good to stretch out legs for a while. Life was in danger of getting a little dull.”

  “We should really train,” said Kim, a thin smile playing about her lips. “I mean there’s bound to be a huge amount of danger parachuting into the middle of enemy occupied territory. We should really try to be at the top of our games.”

  “What do you have in mind?” Asked Ivy, although she knew perfectly well.

  “Hand to hand combat?” Suggested Kim.

  “Oh so you think you can take me on do you?” Smiled Ivy.

  “I know I can take you on,” replied Kim. “I beat you last time, remember?”

  “Only because I let you win.”

  The two of them went into the bedroom and quickly undressed, stripping down to their bras and panties. Kim looked up and down at Ivy’s perfectly proportioned body, her firm breasts bulging from her bra and her long strong legs. She quickly decided she was going to deliberately lose the coming battle between them although she was determined to put up one hell of a fight. “Okay,” said Ivy. “Let’s do this fairly. No weapons and no spitting.”

  “What about biting, scratching and hair pulling?” Asked Kim.

  Ivy smiled. “Oh you know there’s going be all of those things,” she said delightedly. “Now I’m going to count to three and when I’ve done so we go to it, right? The first one to pin the others hands down wins.”

  “Got it,” said Kim, readying herself in anticipation.

  “One, two…” And with that Ivy dived across the bed, tackling Ivy to the floor before quickly climbing up her body as she tried to seize hold of her wrists.

  “Hey!” Cried Kim, as she struggled to free herself. “I wasn’t ready!”

  “Always expect the element of surprise!” Exclaimed Ivy triumphantly as she dragged her up, threw her on the bed and fought to force Kim’s hands against the mattress. Kim twisted her wrists and just about managed to free her hand and clawed up, digging her long nails into Ivy’s calves and scratching her as hard as she could. Ivy let out a yelp and gave an involuntary start. This gave Kim all the leverage she needed to mount a determined counter attack. She leapt up and seized hold of Ivy’s hair, tugging it hard in a bid to force her on to the bed. Ivy cried out, seized hold of Kim’s forearm and sunk her teeth into the skin. Kim yelped and kicked out, hitting Ivy in the chest and pushing her backwards. Now Kim leapt forwards but Ivy was able to roll out of the way just in time, turned around and leapt upon Kim as she landed, straddling her chest and at last taking a firm grip of her wrists and forcing them back against the mattress where she now knelt against them. Kim struggled and gasped but her hands were pinioned by Ivy’s legs and besides, she didn’t really want to get away anyhow. “No use slut,” declared Ivy triumphantly with mock harshness. “I’ve got you just where I want you. There’s no getting away. Now are you going to surrender and submit to your torture like an obedient slut or do I have to tickle you until you wet yourself?”

  “No!” Cried Kim delightedly. “I know when I’m beaten.”

  Still Holding Kim’s wrists tightly Ivy turned around so she was no longer straddling her chest and sat down squarely upon Kim’s face. Kim writhed delightedly at the sensation whilst Ivy first manoeuvred to undo Kim’s bra then reached for the silk scarves she had earlier positioned beside the bed for this very purpose. She tied Kim’s hands tightly to the bedposts then moved off her and stood up, her pussy wet with anticipation. She took some matches and went across the room to the mantelpiece, lighting up two medium sized clear white candles before turning the lights off so that only the flickering candle light remained. She lit two more candles at either end of the room so that the whole room was illuminated then turned back to her victim looking up at her from her prone position on the bed. “So now you are my prisoner,” said Ivy with a thin smile, bending over to run her finger down between Kim’s breasts and to the top of her pussy. “And this means I get to do whatever the hell I want to you.”

  “I’ll bet you can’t wait,” laughed Kim.

  “And you?”

  “Run your finger a little lower inside me and find out for yourself,” smiled Kim.

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