by D. A. Maddox
Maddy repeated the gesture. Fine, she thought. You’re going to do what you will do, anyway.
The inmates were gone. She had been made to endure them for a long time, it seemed to Maddy, but there was no way to know for sure. How much time did she have left?
Officer Jenny unlocked one of the trolley compartments.
Robbie’s nurse had said she’d be among them later tonight, a prisoner, same as them. But how could she face them after what they had already done to her? Would she be expected to be friendly to them at inmate count? Cordial during breakfast? Conversational in the rec room?
From that compartment, her former “big sister” among the punishment wardens produced the same pinwheel rollers Maddy had used on Robbie, the nipple clamps, and the cattle prod Jasmine had wielded in her cowgirl frenzy.
“For this part, you’re allowed to scream as much as you need. You’re allowed to say whatever you want, if it helps you. Whatever comes to mind, I’m sure I’ve heard worse, so feel free. Let it all out.”
“Yes, Officer Jenny.”
“It’s been so good getting to know you, Mads,” said Officer Jenny. “Putting you through this almost pains me. Almost.”
She spun one of the pinwheels spike rollers right in front of Maddy’s face, deftly flicking it without doing herself any harm. Then she went to work, efficiently and relentlessly, sparing Maddy nothing.
She had far more experience than Maddy in such matters, after all.
****
Through it all, in spite of all the noise she made—delicious, animalistic screeches for the most part—Madison Piper never came close to needing oxygen again. Her vital signs, though significantly elevated, never bent the proverbial meter to the red. Not for someone her age. She was, for practical purposes, fine.
But she is very upset, Nurse Reyes-Garcia thought with mild regret, observing her bent over on the table, quivering and sobbing and wretched. Had you known what was coming, would you have still asked for this?
Oddly, she thought the plucky little eighteen-year-old virgin probably would have. Nurse Reyes-Garcia had not been blind to the constant, unspoken communication going on between her and Robbie throughout the ordeal, the strength they drew from each other. Maddy would have needed this for obvious reasons. But Robbie had needed it, too.
Both of them suffered when they saw the other suffer—but unlike Maddy, who had more common sense in such matters, Robbie was quietly consumed by the desire to actually rescue her from it, even though he knew he couldn’t. Those torments he submitted himself to with only mild fuss caused thunderstorms in his heart when they happened to her. At least, they did so when she suffered them at the hands of someone else.
All of this, she knew without understanding how.
I am good at reading people, that is all. It is a skill honed from experience.
And she was better at it when she cared for the young people in question.
“You are nearly done, Miss Piper,” she said, putting her business voice back on and approaching her, waving Robbie closer. “It will soon be time for you to rest. Both of you.”
Up close, her skin was reddened and pock-marked in angry blotches from the pinwheel rollers and the shock rod. There were marks, too, where the clamps had weighed down her pink nipples, darkening them along the rims. Jenny Thompson had forgotten—or neglected—to torture her labia with the final one that had hung so pendulously from Robbie, and that was just as well. It was late.
So late that it is early, she thought.
And if Maddy had not been put through every torment that Robbie had, that was fair. She had committed no crime. She had been put through much for a single night.
She patted Maddy’s rear. “On several different occasions,” she said to Robbie, “you took punishment to your bottom. The final punishment is yours. You may choose a rubber paddle, a wooden one, a flogger, or the auto-whipper Maddy used upon you.”
Robbie ran a hand through her hair. They continued sending silent messages back and forth with their eyes. Oh, the two of them—they were absolutely adorable.
“So many choices,” he said, twiddling her earlobe. “But I don’t need any of those things.”
You devil, Nurse Reyes-Garcia thought, arching an eyebrow at him.
“Is there a chair in the house?” Robbie said. “There used to be chairs in here.”
Chapter Twenty-Five
Honey
Officer Jenny had left. All that remained was the original punishment crew: Officer Kersey, Officer Davies, Nurse Reyes-Garcia, and Robbie.
“Fetch him a chair,” said Nurse Reyes-Garcia.
“Huh?” said Officer Davies. “Me again? Why is it always me?”
Nurse Reyes-Garcia pointed to the door. “What else are you doing? Be useful.”
He departed, muttering under his breath.
“Fucking man-bitch,” Officer Kersey snorted. But her head never came up from the camera.
Bored of the view yet? Maddy wondered, still bent over on all fours, sniffling. You’ve seen every inch of me, shown every part of me to the whole wide world.
She was aching. Stinging. She felt pain and overuse everywhere along her body except her ass cheeks, which were still cool under the air conditioning.
Robbie unbuckled his belt. Slid it slowly through the loops until, long seconds later, it finally came free. He doubled it over. Cracked it.
Almost done, Maddy thought. Almost home.
But that thought brought her father to mind. She tried to block it.
Robbie set the belt on the table, right under her face. He took her shoulders with both hands and bent to her ear. “I have to do this,” he said.
“I know,” she said, her breath catching. “I’ll … I’ll be all right.”
“Yeah,” he said, “You will. I promise.”
He massaged her at the base of her neck, gently squeezing her until her tight muscles started to loosen. “If this is weird, tell me to stop.”
“Don’t stop,” she said, closing her eyes, allowing her whole body to unclench in spite of everything.
Now her shoulder blades, her rotators, the tops of her arms, the base of her neck again. At all the pressure points Officer Jenny had cunningly, mercilessly exploited with the pinwheel spike rollers.
“Where did you … learn to … do that?” she breathed.
She felt him shrug. “Family’s got money,” he said. “We get massages and things. Part of my sports therapy. I get one every Friday.”
Bet you’re not naked when you get them, she thought. “Must be nice,” she said.
“You know,” he said, “it does not suck.”
They shared a laugh. “I believe you,” she said.
The sound of a chair being roughly set down at the side of the table brought her back to the present, awoke her from the all-too brief dream of being cared for, being loved, in this simple but wonderful way. She saw the belt again. Felt Robbie’s hands come off her. Felt Nurse Reyes-Garcia at the restraints, freeing her limbs one by one.
“Be good, Miss Piper,” she said. “You will not be bound for this part. You will need to show personal restraint now, or there will be further consequences.”
“I get it,” she said, steeling herself. “Tell me what to do.”
“Jailbird’s gonna get her bare ass strapped,” said Officer Davies, ruffling her hair, making it worse than it already was. God, she wanted to stand up and punch him.
I could take him. I could put that walking mid-life crisis in the hospital, easy.
Robbie reclaimed his belt, sat down in the chair. Unknotted his tie and tossed it. Unbuttoned his collar, his cuffs. Rolled his sleeves half up his forearms.
Patted his knee.
“Come off the table, Miss Piper,” said Nurse Reyes-Garcia, “and lie down across his lap, arms stretched to the floor.”
Something about doing this was inexplicably even more mortifying, more humbling, than any of the degradations she had endured to this point. Maybe it wa
s the freedom of her unbound limbs obeying the command. It might have been the compromising nature of the position itself, the willful presentation of her own buttocks for a beating. She could understand a person of the opposite sex and of the same age wanting to see her naked, to touch her intimately—
(to fuck her)
…but to submit, at the behest of her arresting officer, to having her ass punished by one of her peers was unspeakable.
But she did it, her body heating well before Robbie started on her. She bent over his right leg and slid over his left, her breasts running over his slacks as she assumed the not-so proverbial position. She reached for the floor, causing herself to lean forward in such a way that her legs were straight and her toes hardly touched on the other side. She was glad of the way her hair hung down over her face.
Until Nurse Reyes-Garcia bound it back with one of her own hair ties. “People will wish to see your responses, dear,” she said. “Is that so terribly shameful to you?”
“Yes,” Maddy said, staring straight ahead. “What isn’t, lately?”
Nurse Reyes-Garcia smiled. “What a firecracker you are.”
Robbie tucked her in closer to him with his hand, causing her middle, which rose and fell with quickening breath, to press over his hardening cock. It poked at her right over the navel, until Robbie adjusted it to lie, fully erect, to the left.
Maddy giggled.
“What’s funny?” Robbie asked, sounding mildly hurt.
“Nothing. Your hand, fixing yourself. It tickles.”
Robbie held the belt in front of her face. Waved it. Ran it over her chin, her nose, her forehead. “You think this will tickle?”
“Doubt it,” she said, gritting her teeth.
He dropped it to the floor.
But if Maddy had expected a reprieve at that moment, she learned better when Robbie placed his hand over her ass, fingers spread. He rubbed her in gradual circles, further warming her flesh. He leaned over and slightly back to watch himself doing it. “How many?” he asked.
The question surprised her—but then Nurse Reyes-Garcia answered, and she realized the question had never been meant for her.
“I will tell you when to stop,” she said. “Be firm in the beginning, and perhaps not so many. But with only the bare hand, I would say no fewer than twenty, and that is if your spanks are good and strong. Make them count, Robbie McNeal.”
Twenty? she thought, shocked. She started to lean back, to look over her shoulder, to get up—
Robbie brought his hand back and slapped her ass. The sound of it crackled and echoed in the wide room. Maddy sucked in breath, squinted her eyes.
He did it again. And…
It wasn’t so bad. It hurt, it stung—the surprise had been the worst thing, much as she had also anticipated the blows—but Maddy thought she could take it, if this was it. She opened her eyes again. A single tear escaped her.
Again, Robbie rubbed her buttocks. “Got something to say, Maddy?”
“Yeah,” she said. “Is that all you got, motherfucker?”
Long pause. Maddy could not see the unspoken exchange between Robbie and his nurse—but she found herself questioning her life decisions when Reyes-Garcia spoke to her again.
“Oh, boy. Now, I believe, you have done it, Miss Piper.”
When the third slap came down, Maddy found out what it was to be truly spanked by Robbie McNeal—hard, like he meant it.
****
Maddy, he thought, striking her ass again, why did you do that? Couldn’t you have at least tried to play along?
It was the fifth swat before she attempted a scream. It was the sixth before she got it out. But it was real. It was agonized, heartbreaking.
I was trying to get you through, Maddy. It might have been enough.
He struck her again, and again. He alternated between the mounds of her quivering ass flesh, right then left, right again, left again, once over the middle…
He knew he would never have fooled his Matron. He wasn’t trying to. But he thought that maybe, just maybe, she’d go through the motions with them, give Maddy a chance to claim she’d done her fair penance, and still cut her a break. But that was no longer possible. To be done in twenty, he’d really have to let her have it.
He was flushed, sweating. He struck her again.
Maddy howled, an ongoing wail of astonishment and suffering that brought tears to his eyes as he slapped her again. His shoulder hurt from the exertion.
And again, he swatted her. There was no other way.
This is for you, he thought. I’m going to make it only twenty, even if I break my fucking arm off doing it.
He struck her again, and wished he could just talk to her.
****
Nurse Reyes-Garcia called it at twenty-two. Robbie supposed, in retrospect, that the first two hadn’t counted for much. He’d done the best he could. He was so sore. And he was dangerously close to coming in his pants.
Across his lap, Maddy heaved in breath, quietly crying. She’d shouted herself all out of voice, or it seemed so to Robbie. Her ass was apple red.
Robbie moved his hand to soothe it. She hissed, and he withdrew.
She yanked off the hair tie and threw it, letting her hair back down, sobbing.
Oh, God, Robbie thought. Oh, no—she hates me. She fucking hates me, worse than ever.
Of course, she does. What a fucking loser I am.
Maddy pressed her hands on his leg to force herself up and off of him. He wanted to help but didn’t dare touch her again. He expected her to get on her feet and run for the entryway, where her clothes lay in a pathetic, dejected heap on the floor, a symbol of her debasement, the annihilation of her innocence.
Because of him, Robbie McNeal. He had done this to her.
Instead, she turned in his lap and grabbed him around the neck and hugged him—hugged him tight, just as she had in the Arena after she’d finished with him. “Robbie, I’m so sorry,” she wept. “Are we … are we cool, now? Are we even?”
He pulled back from her, held both sides of her streaming face. Decided to take a chance, and kissed her full on the lips. “Maddy, you’re killing me,” he said. “Why the hell do you keep apologizing to me?”
“None of this … had to happen to … either of us. If I’d just—”
“Maddy, Jesus, you did nothing wrong. You’re the only innocent person in this whole, stupid mess.”
And Maddy kissed him back.
****
Officer Kersey stayed behind the camera—not only to catch the action, but she would be good and goddamned before those two dumbass kids saw her drying her goddamned eyes.
Fuck a duck, she thought. America’s gonna crap its collective drawers when they get a load of this.
****
Maddy’s abused, tormented ass burned like the Chicago fire, rubbing against Robbie’s slacks, but she didn’t care. She still hurt all over, and the shame of it scorched her to the core. What tomorrow would bring, she didn’t like to think. But tonight, in spite of everything, she felt good—for the first time since she and her friends had busted Robbie in the girls’ locker room.
She had hours of prison time ahead of her, but she was free.
Free to do one more crazy thing.
She swung her legs around, straddling him over the tent in his pants, his hardness yearning against the fabric to get at her naked pussy.
“Maddy,” he said. His lips opened, his mouth opened to make more words, then closed without saying anything, then opened again. “Maddy, oh my God, holy shit.”
By the time she got her tongue in his mouth, he was dry humping her, hands on her waist.
Maddy laughed, even as the blush returned to her face. Grabbing Robbie’s ear, nibbling his neck, she said, “I’d ask you to do it right now, if we could. I’m so … so hot right now.”
In the distant background—miles away at least, or in some other universe—Nurse Reyes-Garcia said, “Officer Kersey…”
And O
fficer Kersey, “Yeah, boss. I’m getting it, I’m getting it.”
Robbie stopped thrusting at her. He took her hands. “We can,” he said, holding them up and kissing them. “And I don’t care who sees us.”
“Well, me neither,” she said, laughing, squeezing his hands back. “There’s this thing, though—maybe you’ve heard of it? It’s called ‘pregnancy’.”
Robbie scooped her out of his lap and stood up from the chair with her. “I’ve heard of it,” he said. “I have something to show you.”
He turned her to the table and gently laid her down on it.
What? she thought, bemused and curious. I’ve already seen your—
He reached into his pocket and slammed a small square of tearaway plastic onto the table where she could see it. There was a raised ring in the middle. The brand name read Eternally Safe.
****
Robbie kicked his shoes off, but other than that he was completely dressed when he crawled up onto the table after her. He spread his legs and let her keep hers shut as he flattened his palms out on either side of her head. He was so hard that it hurt, but he meant it when he said, “You didn’t know I had this when you said what you said. I won’t trick you. I won’t do anything unless you want me to.”
Beneath him, she breathed in and out, in and out, blinking her eyes.
“I mean, other than jerk off until my balls explode, but you can hardly blame me for—”
“Do it,” she said. “Robbie, shut up and do it.”
“For real?”
“For real.”
Robbie grinned so wide he thought his face might break off at the jaw. “Is it too early to say I love you?”
“God, Robbie, I’m not that far ahead in my thinking. Take your pants off, okay?”
Robbie got back on his feet. And even with the woman of his dreams naked a foot and a half away from him and ready to have sex, he couldn’t help but note the three police officers in the room with them as he unbuttoned his pants.
His Matron would have ordered the placement of the condom in his pocket. He was sure of that. They shared a look.
“Do not look at me,” she said. “I will not stop you. It is not actionable. Young bees will make honey.”