Shifting on the hard chair made my short skirt ride up even higher on my thighs. If my legs fell open even a little, I’d flash my skimpy panties. Carefully crossing one leg over the other, I tried to tug my skirt down as much as possible. It was difficult with one hand cuffed to the metal table in front of me.
I licked my glossy lips, wishing I had something to drink. They were trying to make me squirm and it was working. The anticipation built every moment I sat there…imagining what would happen next.
Finally, the door opened. Officer Hernandez stood in the doorway for a moment, just looking at me, his expression giving nothing away. Then he entered and closed the door behind him with a firm, ominous snick. My heart rate picked up and I shifted in my seat again.
He was really quite impressive, his tall, well-muscled body barely contained by his crisp uniform. His military buzz cut, strong jaw and dark-brown eyes gave him a steely, no-nonsense appearance. His confident bearing commanded my respect, and I sat up a little straighter.
The man did something to me I hadn’t experienced with anyone else. When he first put me in handcuffs, my heart raced, and I felt surprisingly achy between my legs. Even now, my panties were getting very damp. And I irrationally craved his approval.
My pulse thrummed in my ears as he walked to the table and placed a bottle of water in front of me, his gaze locked onto mine.
“Thank you.” I quickly opened the bottle and took a few much-welcome sips.
His gaze dropped to my mouth, wandered down my throat to my very prominent cleavage where it lingered for a moment, and then moved on, landing on my crossed legs. I briefly wondered if uncrossing them and exposing myself would help my cause.
“You’re in a great deal of trouble, Ms. Lopez,” he said, his eyes once again on mine.
I placed the bottle back on the table. “This has all been a terrible mistake. I swear, I wasn’t stealing.”
“So you accidentally walked out of a store wearing earrings worth more than most people make in a year?”
“Well…yes.”
Officer Hernandez crossed his arms over his broad chest, his bulging biceps straining the material of his shirt. “No one’s going to believe that, you know? You’re just another spoiled little celebrity who thinks she can get away with anything.”
“Honestly, I tried on the earrings, and then the salesperson was showing me other things and I forgot I even had them on.”
He arched one eyebrow. “You forgot you had on earrings worth a hundred grand?”
This time I did uncross my legs and leaned forward a bit for good measure. With my plunging halter top and my skirt hem practically at my hips, I was clearly displaying my lace-covered pussy and tits.
“Listen, officer, is there anything I can do to make this all go away? I’ll pay anything.”
Bracing his arms on the table, he leaned toward me. “Are you offering to bribe a police officer?”
“No!” I pulled back and quickly explained, “I meant I’d pay for the earrings. It’ll be just like I bought them. I’ll even pay more than the jeweler wanted…for his inconvenience. You know, what’s it called? Oh, restitution!”
His eyes bored into mine. “You’ll pay for them?”
“Sure,” I said with a shrug, “it’s not a problem.”
Static crackled through a speaker in the wall before a deep voice over the intercom said, “The shop owner said she can pay for the earrings.”
Releasing a deep breath, I slumped back in my seat.
“But he wants something else before he’ll drop the charges,” the voice continued.
I jerked upright in the chair. “I’ll do whatever he wants.”
“Anything?”
“Anything!”
“For her to learn her lesson, he thinks she needs a spanking.”
I gasped. “A spanking?”
“Twenty hard smacks on her bare ass from Officer Hernandez.”
Standing with his hands fisted on his hips, Officer Hernandez’s eyes gleamed with wicked delight. “So what’s it going to be, princess?”
I forced a swallow through my suddenly tight throat. It was unorthodox, but I needed to take the punishment to save my career. “Okay, I’ll do it.”
He pulled a key out of his pocket and unfastened me from the handcuffs. “Bend over the table and lift your skirt over your pretty ass.”
Slowly, I stood on rubbery legs, pushing my chair back. When I started to bend forward, he stopped me.
“No, over here,” he said, motioning to the other side of the table.
He wanted my ass facing the two-way mirror, so they’d see everything. Taking a deep breath, I walked around the table and faced away from the mirror. Pulling my stretchy skirt up over my backside—not that it had far to go—I leaned forward and rested my forearms on the cold tabletop.
My heart pounded in my chest; my breathing was fast and shallow. My long black hair fell down into my face, almost cocooning me. But even so, my cheeks burned with humiliation, because I knew my G-string left my ass completely exposed and vulnerable.
“Mmm, very nice,” Officer Hernandez said from just behind me.
I felt him move closer until his hip touched mine. He brushed the hair away from one side of my face and pushed it over my shoulder. Then he leaned over me, so his lips teased my ear. “I’m not going to take it easy on you.”
All I could do was nod. I knew this was going to hurt, but that just made me wetter.
“I want you to sing for me, little diva. Call out the numbers.”
“Yes, sir,” I said, my voice raspy and unfamiliar.
He shifted away from me and I held my breath, awaiting the first blow. When it came, it was hard, punishing, brutal—everything I thought it would be. My body lurched forward, jostling the table enough to knock the water bottle onto the floor.
“One,” I cried out on a pent-up gust of air.
Then came the next smack on the opposite cheek, and I called that one out too. There was a mean sting on my skin when his large hand first made contact, followed by a deep ache in my flesh as it absorbed the full force of the strike. He spread the slaps around, alternating sides, occasionally landing near the juncture between my thighs—those were the best ones.
Each time, the pain roared throughout my body, making my nipples throb and my cunt clench in sympathy. But it was a delicious torture that built with the burn until I was on fire. I could feel my juices sliding past my cunt lips and onto my thighs. I couldn’t believe it; I was going to come, just from him spanking me.
I sang my restitution until I almost wailed toward the end. “Twenty” came out as a strangled whimper as a violent orgasm tore through me. I collapsed onto the table, unable to hold myself up any longer. Pressing the side of my face against the cool metal surface, I tried to get control of my breathing. I realized my cheeks were wet with tears.
“That’ll do,” the intercom voice declared. “The charges are dropped.”
Getting myself together, I pushed up from the table and carefully stood on shaky legs. I pulled my skirt down over my very sore ass. Sitting was going to be a problem for a while.
Turning around, I found Officer Hernandez leaning against the mirror, his eyes intense and magnetic. “So, he’s satisfied.” His lips curved up into a devastating smile. “And you’ve been satisfied. But what about me?”
“You?” I asked, wiping the tears from my eyes.
“Yes. I lose a high-profile bust and I’m left with a major hard-on for my trouble.”
“Oh,” I said, taking in the massive bulge in his slacks. I worried my bottom lip for a moment, then gave him the coy smile I was famous for. “I guess I should make restitution to you as well.”
My brown eyes locked onto his. I walked to him and knelt at his feet as gracefully as possible. Watching his face to make sure I wasn’t going too far, I brushed my tear-stained cheek against his crotch, nuzzling his erection through his pants.
Groaning, he threaded his fingers through
my hair and gently held the back of my head.
Encouraged, I reached up and began unfastening his trousers. Once I had him unbuttoned and unzipped, his slacks fell down his muscular legs. The boxer briefs he wore underneath left little to the imagination. I pressed my nose into the soft, warm cotton between his rigid cock and heavy balls, and breathed in his musky, masculine scent.
“Fuck,” he said, his grip on my hair tightening.
Looking up, I saw his eyelids drooping a bit and his mouth slightly open. I kissed the base of his cock through the material, then slowly pulled down the waistband, freeing him. I couldn’t completely get my hand around his proud length, he was so big. The head was already wet, so I licked it, tasting his salty essence. Then I wrapped my lips around the knob and sucked lightly.
“Oh yeah, that’s it,” he said with a moan.
I loved that I was affecting him that way, and he felt so good in my mouth. My cunt was throbbing again, begging me to rub it and relieve the pressure, but I knew I needed to focus on him.
Taking more of him in my mouth, I cupped his balls with one hand while I stroked the base of his cock with the other.
“God yes, take it in your hot little mouth.”
Fondling his balls, I took him deeper and deeper until he was nudging my throat. My gaze never leaving his, I began sucking up and down his shaft, my tongue caressing the underside and then swirling around the tip when I got to the head.
“Damn, you have a wicked tongue.”
His chest heaved and he lightly pulled my head forward, urging me to go even farther.
Moaning, I sucked him harder and faster, jerking the base of his cock with my hand in synchronized strokes. My other hand softly squeezed his balls as I took him as deep as I could and swallowed, massaging the head of his prick.
“Christ, Ella…I’m going…to come.”
Increasing the pressure on his dick even more, I sped up my hand and worked my mouth along his length even faster. I was so turned on I had to press my thighs together to relieve some of the ache in my pussy.
With a loud roar, he came in my mouth in powerful, thick bursts. Humming at his rich, tangy flavor, I swallowed it all down as fast as I could, but there was so much a little seeped out onto my lips. I kept sucking him, savoring him, until I’d milked every last drop.
As I let his softening cock slide out of my mouth, I watched his breathing even out and his eyes become more focused. Taking his hand from my hair, he dragged his thumb over my bottom lip and captured the runaway stream of come. I took his thumb into my mouth and licked it clean.
“Good girl,” he said and gave me a lazy smile.
I was radiant with his approval.
He helped me to my feet and then quickly pulled up his underwear and pants.
“Well, you’re free to go now, Ms. Lopez,” he said as he fastened and zipped his slacks. “Just stay out of trouble, okay?”
“Yes, sir.”
After opening the door, he guided me out of the interrogation room with his palm on my back.
“Thank you, Ray,” I said, using his first name once we were in the hallway. “I really owe you for this.”
Smiling down at me, he pulled me against his body. “And I plan to collect, little girl.”
We’d known each other for a while, and I was hopelessly addicted to his dominant nature. He made me light up in a way no one else ever had, and I trusted him implicitly.
“What about the shop owner?” I asked.
“Oh, he was very understanding and didn’t want to press charges.” His smile turned feral. “I convinced him that you should at least be brought in for a stern talking to. So you’d learn your lesson.”
“Mmm, yes, I most certainly did.”
Just then, the door to the observation room opened and Ray’s best bud, Derek, walked out, grinning like an idiot. He handed Ray what I assumed was the recording of the incident in the interrogation room.
“Thanks, man,” Ray said. “I’ll catch up with you in a few minutes.”
“Sure thing.” Derek gave him a slap on the shoulder and then winked at me. “That was some performance, Ella.”
I could feel my face burning as he walked away.
“Was he the only one in there watching?” I asked Ray.
“Of course,” he said, grasping my chin between his thumb and index finger. “I wouldn’t let anyone else watch my girl get her sweet little culo spanked.”
I laughed. “Well, soon everyone’s going to see it.”
“Not live and in person.”
“True. So, you’ll make sure the recording gets leaked?”
“Yes, but you better come through with those private security jobs,” he said, lightly squeezing my tender ass, “because this stunt’ll definitely cost us our jobs.”
“I promise, you’ll both be my personal bodyguards.” I leaned into him, pressing my breasts against his chest. “But only you will own me completely.”
A growl rumbled up from deep in his chest, and he gave me a brief, hard kiss. “Go home and keep your eyes on the news.”
“Yes, sir.”
As I left the police station and stepped into the Miami sunshine, I couldn’t help smiling. By the following week, my new single, “Punish Me,” would be a number-one hit, because this kind of scandal was always good for sales.
THE CARNALARIUM
by Rose Caraway
“Oh, awesome!” It was the GoPro camera and GPS package I considered getting when I was restocking my travel supplies. “And an extra battery? You shouldn’t have, Kendra!” I leaned forward, hooked a finger under her chin, then kissed her glossy, smiling lips. Kendra vibrated with pride at having earned such praise. But then there came that all too familiar push-peck sensation. It always started at the back of my neck—gently nudging at first, coaxing. If I put it off for too long, it became more insistent, impatient, a sharp pecking at my spine—a mother bird forcing her too-big offspring to get the fuck out of her nest already. I pulled away a little too quickly and Kendra’s happiness faltered.
And there it was, that look. Accusatory hate, self-doubt and (the big one) hope, all sparkling in her beautiful, light-blue eyes. But this was par for the course. Although with Kendra, my leaving was a little different. I couldn’t escape the other nagging sensation, deep in my chest. A thudding, heavy achiness. I thought I might love her.
Kendra looked up at me from her knees, tried to pretend that her sorrow wasn’t sucking the air out of the room. She sat between my legs, me on the couch, her on the floor. Reminding me of what an insensitive ass I could be sometimes. “I already put your account together, so no excuses. You better tweet every day, Beth, just so that I know where you are—that you’re not dead.” She let her fingers slide up my bare thighs, wooing me with her delicate touch. Goosebumps erupted over my flesh. My nipples hardened, guilt temporarily shoved back by the sweet little jolt of arousal that swirled in my belly.
“Just for you.” I purred against her pouty lips. I slipped my tongue inside her mouth, pulled her short frame closer, tried to be who I was before the restlessness had taken hold of me. But, even as I said the words I knew she hoped to hear, I was lying.
I pulled her baby-pink camisole off, admired the way her long bronze locks zinged and zapped their staticky, messy protest. Then my eyes settled on her breasts. Much fuller than my own and pierced with shiny silver barbells—a gift from me on our third date, they were truly magnificent. Kendra was a full-figured, adorable girl with a body anyone could get lost in. Ignoring emotion, I chose impulse and reached for those breasts, hardened the pale little nipples between my fingers and thumbs, twisting the silver barbell piercings, memorizing their silkiness for the lonely nights ahead. The GoPro travel kit was forgotten amidst the wrapping paper. I kissed Kendra, desperate for her to know that I wanted to say thank you for the time we’d shared, and goodbye—because I was going to miss her. I read somewhere that a single kiss could accomplish such a task, but I couldn’t seem to make it work.<
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Kendra did her best to seduce me, keep me here, but I simply couldn’t stay. Being tied down to anything, including lovers, brought the walls closing in on me, threatening to block out the sunlight I craved. Kendra and I had been lovers for the better part of a year, but the restlessness had my heels itching to break for freedom, and the next two weeks were going to be difficult. I’d never been able to lay down roots, anywhere—with anyone—for any extended period of time. I’m what you might call a free spirit. I only rent month-to-month, own a throw-away cell phone, and I never stay with a partner for longer than a few fun-filled months before I flit away to explore some other part of the world, literally. I guess I might be afraid that if I stay put for too long, I might miss something else more fulfilling. To date, Kendra was my longest commitment. I took a certain amount of pride in that fact, but I couldn’t ignore the wearying effect it was having on me. I’m just not…monogamous. With anything.
Kendra, my sweet, darling Kendra, is truly a girl who would be lost without someone to take care of her. I know that sounds borderline misogynistic, but it’s true. She needs to be cherished like doll that she is. I can’t leave her broken. Hurt is one thing, but broken? That guilt would eat at me for a long time.
I’m the complete opposite. I need to get out, away—experience life, people, the world. I’ve done everything from skydiving in New Zealand and Dubai to swimming through the labyrinth of lava tubes around Hawaii. I’ve already backpacked across Europe a few times, helped build homes for humanity in Mexico, hiked the Incan Trail, even followed a camera crew to Namibia and photographed two separate nomadic tribes in the jungles of Africa. Now it was time to traverse my own country. The good ol’ USA—from the West Coast to the East Coast—on foot. With only two weeks left and still so much to do, my shopping list was getting longer and longer. At the top of that list—batteries. I simply couldn’t forget batteries, or I’d be up shit creek without an orgasm. Screw the water purifying tablets. I needed my big O’s more than water.
“I got you something else,” Kendra breathed against the nape of my neck, bringing me out of my mental list of to-dos. The warmth caused me to be a lot more than a little juicy between the legs. I didn’t want any more presents; I wanted Kendra to make me come.
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