CHAPTER TWO #2
I place my free hand on his bicep and squeeze lightly.
Then, I move my other hand from his buckle up to my collarbone.
I start to slowly trace it down my chest, dragging the collar of my shirt down until it’s right above the top of my bra.
“I could really use a man like you to discipline me and hold me accountable for my actions. I never had that growing up.” I pull my shirt down a smidge more so the top of my bra is visible, and then let go, allowing my shirt to snap back into place.
His eyes widen. He looks almost frightened. But he hasn’t backed away, so I continue.
I take another step towards him and he doesn’t move. We’re so close, I can feel his heat and smell his breath. He smells like licorice and smoke. I kind of like it.
I take one last tiny step towards him and feel my breasts lightly brush up against his chest.
“What kind of punishment do you think I deserve, officer?” I ask, looking up at him, widening my eyes.
“I’m sure you’d be very fair with me, wouldn’t you?” I add, batting my eyelashes. I know I’m laying it on thick, but he’s giving me no reason to stop.
His eyes narrow and I can almost feel him wrestling with himself inside his head. I know I have just a few seconds to convince him. I press my body even closer against his. So close I can feel him hardening against me.
“I bet you’ve dealt with so many women like me,” I say, fluttering my eyelashes at him. “Women who are entitled, women who disrespect you, women who don’t take you seriously… I bet you’ve always wanted to teach them a bit of a lesson, haven’t you? Well, now’s your chance.”
“Are you sure?” he asks.
“I’m positive. I need a man like you to teach me a lesson, officer. I’d be so grateful, actually. You’d be doing me a favor.”
He stares at me. It seems like he’s not convinced. I decide to double down.
“If nobody ever holds me accountable, how am I supposed to learn?” I say.
He swallows and I notice his breathing slow. His pupils dilate.
“And what exactly do you have in mind?” he asks slowly.
“Anything you want,” I say.
He’s quiet.
“Anything?” he says finally.
I nod.
“Is this some sort of trick?” he asks.
I shake my head. “No.”
“Are you recording me?” he asks suddenly.
“No,” I say. But he still looks suspicious. “Search me,” I say. “Right now.”
He opens his eyes wide.
“If you find anything, you can just say that you pulled me over for drugs. Here’s my phone.”
I hand him my phone. He takes it, but still looks unconvinced.
“Are you sure?” he asks.
I nod. “Positive. In fact, let me start.”
I pull off my shirt. We’re in a residential area, but no one’s outside. I’m wearing a black bra, and I catch his eyes linger on the tops of my breasts.
“Should I continue, officer?” I ask. “You need to make sure I don’t have any recording devices, right?”
He nods. “That’s right. Continue.”
“Understood,” I say.
I strip off my black pants. Now all I’m wearing is my black bra and matching black lace thong.
“How about now?” I ask. “Or do you need to do a more thorough search?”
He pauses. “I think,” he says slowly, “a more thorough search would be appropriate if you’re comfortable with it.”
I nod. “Of course, officer. I trust your judgment, whatever you think is best.”
I unclip my bra and look around. My heart beats fast. I can’t believe I’m doing this. I’m stripping in a public place. At the very least, I know I won’t get in trouble for public nudity, seeing as there’s an officer right here.
“I’m assuming you want me to continue?” I ask, looking at him.
He nods. “Yes, I would.”
“You’re such a good officer,” I say.
He smirks. “Well, get on with it,” he says.
He’s getting into this, I realize.
I slowly peel down my thong and his eyes widen.
“Turn around,” he says.
I turn, exposing my bare bottom to him. I remember how red it probably is and I blush.
I turn back around, and he looks at me.
“You said you’d never been punished before,” he says, “but I think that must have been a lie, young lady.”
I shrug, blushing. “You caught me, officer,” I say.
“Now that I know you’re not trustworthy, I’m going to have to personally search you to make sure you’re not hiding anything. Do you understand?”
I nod. “Of course.”
“Hands behind your head, feet apart,” he says.
I stand, suddenly feeling the full weight of the situation. I’m completely naked outside, standing in front of a police officer. It’s humiliating, but also hot.
I put my hands behind my head and feel him lightly cup both my breasts. He lightly grazes his thumb over my nipples and my breath hitches. I notice they stiffen and I feel myself blush. He catches this and smiles.
“Turn around,” he says.
I turn, and feel his hands on my lower back.
“Bend,” he says.
I bend and he spreads my ass cheeks. Hot shame rushes through me as he holds me apart for a few seconds. He’s silent.
“Stand up,” he says. “Face me.”
I do as he says. I drop my arms and he looks at me.
“Did I say you could do that?” he asks.
“No, sir,” I say quickly. I quickly put my hands back behind my head.
“You didn’t follow my instructions,” he says. “There will be consequences for that. Do you understand?”
I nod. “Of course. I’m sorry.”
“I’m fair, but I expect you to follow my instructions,” he says.
I nod. “Of course.”
“Hands on the cruiser,” he says. “Arch your back.”
I place my hands on the cruiser and feel the cool night wind whip against my bare skin.
“Now I won’t make these hard,” he says, “seeing as you’ve already been reprimanded before.” I flush, realizing he’s talking about my red ass. “But these won’t be light either, because you do need to learn,” he continues. “Do you understand?”
“Yes, sir,” I say.
“Oh, and for safety purposes, hands behind your back,” he says.
I do as he says and feel him handcuff me. A small thrill runs up my spine. I’m literally shackled, I realize.
“Count each one,” he says.
I hear the sound of leather on skin, and then a second later, something soft hits my left ass cheek. I glance back and see he’s wearing a leather glove.
“One,” I say quickly.
He hits me again.
“Two.”
Another. The third strike is stronger, and I feel my entire left ass cheek start to heat up.
“Three.”
He lands the fourth spank. It’s even harder, and now my entire ass feels like it’s on fire.
I shift from side to side.
“Stay still,” he says.
He hits me again.
“Five.”
The next one is especially stingy, and I yelp.
“Six,” I say.
“Stay quiet and take your punishment,” he says, before hitting me again.
“Seven.”
I wait a few seconds and he lands one more.
“Eight,” I say.
“That’s it,” he says. “Have you learned your lesson?”
“Yes, sir,” I say.
“Good girl,” he says.
He reaches between my legs. “It seems like you might have enjoyed that,” he says. “I don’t know if a punishment is effective if you enjoy it.”
A small moan escapes as he begins to finger me.
“What are we going to do about that?” he asks. “I can’t let you go now that you’re horny and wet. I don’t think that’ll send the right message.”
I moan again as he inserts another finger.
“You wouldn’t like it if I didn’t do my job, right?” he says. “If I let you go without teaching you a lesson.”
He starts pumping his fingers in and out, and I moan again.
“Answer me,” he says, as he begins to rub my clit. “Do you or do you not need a more thorough punishment?”
“I do,” I stammer as he increases the pressure.
“That’s what I thought.”
He removes his fingers, and I feel my clit throb.
“I think there’s only one punishment that will get through to you,” he says.
I hear him unzip his pants, and I gulp.