This Is War - Chapter 39 – Punish Me, Officer
“I might be willing to let you and your boyfriend go with just a warning,” said Officer Ironside. “But only if you can convince me that you two won’t steal any more cars. And that you’re sorry.”
He knew this was all just a prank, right? “I’m so, so sorry, Officer.”
“Tell me. Did you ever stop to think about how the original owner of this car felt?” He ran his hand over the trunk. “Imagine it was you.”
“Okay…”
“One day, you go to the dealership. You aren’t really expecting much, but then you stumble upon the perfect car. You take it for a test drive.”
What the hell? Does he have a weird car fetish?
“You even start to fall in love with it. And then one day, you drive it to its favorite café to grab some garlicy deviled eggs. But then suddenly…poof. It disappears.”
Oh, I get it. This was a metaphor for our relationship. Wait…had he really been starting to fall in love with me? I suddenly felt horrible about ghosting him. Because I knew exactly how that felt. Stupid Tanner. “That would really suck.”
“Yes, it would. Now…you have a choice. I can either take you and your boyfriend in to the station and put you in jail. Or…” He pulled his nightstick from his belt. “Or I can punish you right here.” He pushed the tip of his nightstick into my thigh and traced upwards. “So what will it be?”
I gulped. I’d thought he’d been bluffing about fucking me with his nightstick. But now I wasn’t so sure.
“What’s my punishment?” I asked.
“Whatever the fuck I say it is,” he growled.
Holy shit. Dr. Lyons was too nice, but Officer Ironside was exactly the bad boy I’d been craving. Why hadn’t he acted like this sooner? And why didn’t he always wear a cop uniform? Because damn . He was wearing the hell out of it.
He dragged the nightstick higher up my thigh, not bothering to stop when he got to the hem of my dress. The cold metal stick brushed against my ass.
“So what will it be?” he asked.
On a normal night I would have resisted.
But this wasn’t a normal night. After everything I’d been through today, I’d never been so horny in my life.
And honestly…what did I have to lose? Tanner and me clearly weren’t going to happen.
And Cole had proven he was a grade-A douchebag.
At this point, Dr. Lyons felt like my best option.
Besides the sausage king. But the sausage king wasn’t here.
And Dr. Lyons was. And his nightstick was dangerously close to my lady bits.
“Punish me, Officer.”
“It would be my pleasure. But before we begin, I think a strip search is in order.” He yanked my top down. With my hands cuffed behind my back, I could do nothing to block his view. His eyes lingered on my exposed breasts.
The way he was staring at me made my heart race. Like I was the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen.
He cupped my breasts in his hands, squeezing gently. His slow caress made my whole body feel alive.
“Eep!” I squealed as he pinched both my nipples and squeezed. Hard. And then he grabbed my arms and bent me over the trunk of the car.
The metal felt so cold on my breasts. But my attention was immediately pulled to the nightstick once again trailing up my legs. Slowly. Ever so slowly.
What is he going to do to me?
The nightstick dipped between my legs for just a moment, but then shifted and dragged it up over my ass. The fabric of my dress went with it, bunching around my cuffed hands and leaving my ass totally exposed.
I tried to look back at when he was doing, but he put his forearm into my back and pressed me onto the car.
“You don’t move unless I tell you to move.”
I didn’t respond.
He spanked me. Not super hard. But not gently, either. “Do you understand?”
“Yes.”
“Yes sir ,” he corrected and spanked me again.
“Yes sir,” I said. But it came out as more of a moan. Since when am I into spanking?
“Good girl,” he said, gently caressing the spot he just struck. And then I felt the cold metal of his nightstick again.
Is he gonna beat me with his nightstick!?
He traced the stick across my ass and hooked it under the band of my thong. One yank was all it took for him to snap the elastic. My ruined thong slid down my thighs and pooled around my heels.
I didn’t know what a strip search was supposed to be like, but if they were always this sexy, then I really needed to look into doing some casual terrorism or something.
Officer Ironside tapped his nightstick against the inside of my thighs, forcing me to spread my legs further. I saved him some trouble and arched my back too.
I shivered as a gust of wind blew over my exposed bits. Oh my God. What am I doing?! The wind was a nice little reminder that I was outside. On the side of a road. A public road. Where anyone could drive by.
I stared to panic, but the nightstick was back on my thighs. Going up. And up. And up…
He’s really going to fuck me with it. And I’d never wanted anything so bad in my entire life.
After hours of excruciating horniness, the cold metal nightstick brushing against my clit was almost enough to send me over the edge. He dragged it backwards and pushed slightly, forcing the tip of the stick into me.
“Oh God,” I moaned. I arched my back more and thrust my hips backwards as much as my current position would allow. I’d never felt anything like this. It was so much thicker than Joe had been… Pain shot through me as it stretched my walls. But that pain was quickly replaced with pleasure.
My body had never felt so alive. The cold metal car on my breasts. The cuffs cutting into my wrists. The wind blowing on my naked skin. The thick nightstick plunging ever deeper…
He was going too slow though. I couldn’t wait anymore. I needed all of it. Every. Last. Inch.
“Please,” I whimpered. “I need more.” I was so close.
He smacked my ass with one hand as he pushed the nightstick deeper with the other. And then he went faster. And faster. God. Every stroke brought me closer.
“What the fuck?!” yelled Cole.
Oh fuck. I’d forgotten that Cole had been sitting in the car this whole time. Hell, I’d forgotten about everything that wasn’t in direct contact with my body.
“Freeze!” replied Officer Ironside.
I looked back as he pulled the nightstick out of me. He’d already drawn his taser on Cole with his other hand.
“What the fuck?” yelled Cole again.
“Sir, calm down. This is a standard strip search.”
Cole balled his fists. “Bullshit. You were fucking her with your nightstick, you sick fuck.” He turned to me. “Raven, did this asshole hurt you?”
“It’s okay,” I said. “I asked him to do it.”
“You what?!”
“He said we could either go to jail now, or I could take the punishment.” I bit my lip. “I chose the punishment.”
Cole’s eyes got big.
Officer Ironside stepped towards Cole. “I’m only going to ask you one more time. Get back in the car.”
“Or what?” yelled Cole. “You’ll shove your nightstick up my ass? Fuck you.”
“You have three seconds.”
“You think you’re so tough, don’t you? With your badge and your taser. Well how about you toss those aside and we can settle this like real men?”
“I don’t need to fight you to prove I’m a real man. Just ask your girlfriend.” He slapped my ass.
Cole lunged at him, but Officer Ironside expertly dodged to the side. He may not have been a real police officer, but he had been in the military.
I craned my neck to see more of what was happening, but my current position didn’t give me much of a view.
And I was starting to feel super awkward about having my bare ass just out there for all to see.
It was an awfully awkward maneuver, but somehow I was able to stand up.
I turned and leaned back against the car just in time to see Cole and Ironside squaring off.
“You don’t want to fight me,” said Ironside. His voice was laced with danger.
“Yeah, I do.”
Ironside shook his head. “If you insist.” He holstered his taser and put his fists up.
Cole charged him. The fight lasted all of three seconds. One second for Cole to close the distance between them. Another for Ironside to effortlessly dodge and put him in a headlock. And a third for Cole to lose consciousness.
Holy shit.
“Don’t move,” said Ironside as he hoisted Cole onto his shoulder. He carried him over and tossed him back into the driver seat.
Where does he think I’m gonna go?
He cuffed one of Cole’s wrists to the steering wheel and grabbed the keys out of the ignition. And then he came back to me.
“Is he okay?” I asked.
“He’ll be fine. Well…angry, but fine. Especially when he wakes up in a few minutes and sees what I’m doing to you.
” His eyes feasted on my naked body. “Come with me.” He grabbed my arm and pulled me around to the front of the car.
The taillights had provided some light when we were behind the car, but now the headlights lit us up completely.
I had the urge to hide my body, but my cuffed hands were useless.
“Does your boyfriend know how much of a slut you are?” he asked.
“Excuse me?”
“I could tell how much you liked that nightstick in your pussy.” He pushed his hand between my thighs and stroked me.
I moaned under his touch.
“You’re so fucking wet for me, Ash.” He slipped a finger into me. “So how do you think I should punish you?”
There was only one answer. “Fuck me. Please fuck me.”
“On the hood of your boyfriend’s car?” He put a second finger in me. “You want me to fuck you like the whore that you are? You want me to make you scream my name while he watches?”
Oh my God. Every dirty word out of his mouth just turned me on even more. “Yes.” That was the only thing in the world that I wanted.
He put a third finger in me. “If that’s what you want, then it wouldn’t be much of a punishment. Now would it?” He pulled his hand away and licked his fingers clean.
Is that sanitary? Actually, I didn’t care if it was or not. Because it was fucking hot. Officer Ironside was a total stud.
“On your knees.”
“But…” I said.
“Now,” he growled.