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*Scene opens in a high-tech law office on the Martian colony in 2050*

Lawyer: I regret to inform you, Mrs. Caldwell, that based on the stringent guidelines specified in your late parents' will, you have been explicitly disqualified from inheritance due to your utilization of a teleportation device.

Mrs. Caldwell: Say what now? You gotta be kidding me! I'm their only kid - who else they gonna leave all those crispy credits to?

Lawyer: No other beneficiary was named. However, the will unequivocally states that any attempt on your part to engage in quantum re-materialization would immediately nullify your status as their legal heir.

Mrs. Caldwell: (rolling her eyes) Are you for real right now? Just 'cause I zapped myself over to the Red Dustball last Founder's Day instead of taking one of those clunky shuttles?

Lawyer: Your parents held profound philosophical objections to the teleportation process. They viewed it as a form of destructive cloning - one that terminates the original individual.

Mrs. Caldwell: Hang on...you're telling me my folks thought taking that teleporter fried their actual daughter out of existence? That I'm what - some kind of Replicant knockoff now?

Lawyer: Precisely. From their scriptural perspective, the quantum decoherence involved in reconstituting your material state effectively destroyed the original Annie Caldwell. You are, at least metaphysically speaking, a newly instantiated quasi-sentient copy.

Mrs. Caldwell: (jaw dropping) No freakin' way...this is some crazy Luddite nonsense! I'm still me, dammit! Same mind, same memories, same smart-mouth you always hated!

Lawyer: While I sympathize with your objections, the legal reality is that you voluntarily terminated your previous coherent stream in their eyes. You no longer qualified as their biological progeny from that point forward.

Mrs. Caldwell: (fists clenched) Aw hell no, you dust-sucking dink! You tell those fossils in a courtroom that this ain't over! Annie C's coming for those credits one way or another!

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It had been five years since Sarah had approached these big wooden doors. They were closed now and ringing the doorbell gave her an odd feeling. They used to stand wide open, letting everyone in; unless you were late of course. Then you would’ve had to ring the bell and head to the secretary’s office to explain yourself before going to class. She knew she wasn’t going to receive a scolding or a note for her parents today, but still the feeling persisted as she made her way past the office, through the main hall to auditorium one.

All the chairs and tables were gone, except for a few that were filled with bowls of snacks and half-empty glasses with drinks. It surprised her how small everything seemed, not as big as she seemed to remember.

She recognized many old classmates and friends and wondered why she had never really kept in contact with any of them. In college she had made new friends, friends with whom she had more in common, while she forgot her high school friends. Still she tried her best talking to most of them, the conversation the same every time: How have you been, what did you do after school, do you have a boyfriend yet?

Her teachers seemed most interested in her studies and what she was going to do in the future. She was just talking to Mr Stevens at the make-shift bar the school had provided. Unlike the rest, he was just as she remembered him. He had been very young when she was in his class and in five years he had grown even more handsome than before.

Sarah had never swooned over her high school teachers like some of her friends – most of them over Mr Stevens – but she did have that secret fantasy long ago. It felt odd addressing your ex-teachers as if they were equals now, she kept referring to him as Mr Stevens, even though she knew his first name was Michael.

Bored of the repetitive discussion of her future, they were chatting about their past.

“I’m glad you choose to study architecture Sarah.” He said. “I remember you were always one of my best students.”

It was true, Sarah always got good grades in mathematics.

“Well, I can remember you standing in front of class, tapping that short wooden ruler in the palm of your hand when you were angry. That was usually when someone did something very stupid.” Sarah replied, she had never been very comfortable with receiving compliments.

“I studied hard, because I always thought that some day, you were going to spank someone with that and it wasn’t going to be me…” She blushed deeply as she realized what she said. The words had come out without thinking, as a joke. But in fact it was the fantasy she’d kept secret and almost forgotten during her years with ugly college professors.

Luckily Mr Stevens only laughed at her joke. “Wish I could Sarah, sometimes I think some of you make those mistakes on purpose, just to torture me.”

Sarah smiled, she wanted to steer this conversation back to a more normal discussion. But that naughty part of her that had been awoken by the memory was curious. “So you do imagine more imaginative punishments for your students than that extra homework that you used to hand out?”

Mr Stevens smiled back at her. “No Sarah, I think that would be quite inappropriate. First of, all of my students are under-age and secondly, it would be a gross abuse of my power as a teacher to do, or think about doing something like that.”

Sarah blushed, she shouldn’t have pushed the joke and now he must think she was weird.

After a short silence he asked: “You seem disappointed?”

Sarah laughed and immediately felt better, knowing he could still joke about it too. Time to talk about something else she decided, but she wasn’t given time.

“You know, you’re no longer a student of mine and not under-age either.” Mr Stevens said with a grin.

Sarah blushed scarlet.

“Oh relax.” He said. “I’m only teasing you…”

Sarah smiled and with courage she didn’t know she possessed she looked up at him and said four words: “Well, now I’m disappointed.”

Her stomach was making somersaults as Sarah followed Mr Stevens through the empty hallways. He led her to their old classroom, it looked exactly like Sarah remembered: the tables and chairs, the big teacher’s desk and the small blackboard. She was almost inclined to go to her seat in the left front row, but instead stood in the middle of the room as Mr Stevens locked the door. She looked at him as he proceeded to his desk and picked up that small wooden ruler, the same one as he used to carry around five years ago.

“You have grown up into a fine and beautiful young lady Sarah.” He said, making her blush. “But right now I want to discuss some of your behavior from back when you were still of my students. Come to the front of the class please.”

Sarah blushed and moved to stand next to his desk. She wasn’t sure where he was going with this, she had always been a good student she remembered.

“You always had good grades Sarah, the sort of grades a girl gets when she is naturally good at something.” The compliment made her blush again. “But sometimes being good at something makes a girl lazy. Many times I was sure you could have gotten even better grades if you had actually studied.”

Sarah frowned, but it was true, she rarely did study because she knew she could pass her tests anyway.

“This laziness was even reflected by not doing your homework as I asked you.” Mr. Stevens continued.

Sarah looked up in surprise. That wasn’t true, she always did her homework, except maybe once … or twice.

“At the time all I could do was give you an extra task. But since you’ve come to me here today I think we both know a better way to deal with such behavior, don’t we?” He asked

Sarah felt that he wanted a response, so she nodded. “Yes, Mr Stevens.”

“Good, I want you to stand over there and put your hands on my desk.” He said.

Sarah moved in front of the desk, her back facing the classroom.

Mr Stevens dropped the ruler on the desk and moved beside her. Her placed his hands on her shoulders and urged her forwards, bending over his desk.

“You’re lucky I waited all this time to do this Sarah. Imagine, if I had done this five years ago, all your friends and classmates would’ve been watching.” Mr. Stevens teased her.

Sarah blushed again, suddenly imagining all the tables behind her being occupied by her classmates. The thought increased her rising embarrassment as well as her excitement.

Mr Stevens hand slowly slid down from her shoulders, over her back to her bottom. The touch of his hand, encompassing her left cheek through her thin dress made her feel how turned on she was, her panties already moist with excitement.

With only two of his fingers he pulled up her dress, inch by inch it crawled up. The hem of her dress passed her thighs, her bottom, the edge of her panties, until her bottom was completely bared, her dress in a pile on her lower back.

Mr Stevens hand stroked her bottom now, his fingers tracing the edge of her panties and she moaned softly.

“These are very cute, Sarah.” He said to make her blush. “But they have to come down too.” Turning her blush into a gasp of excitement. His fingers reached behind her panties and pulled them down, just as slowly until they were dangling between her knees.

There she stood, bent over her teachers desk, her bared bottom facing the – fortunately empty – classroom and Mr Stevens’ hand caressing her pale cheeks, her thighs and then sliding up between her legs.

“Are you enjoying this Sarah?” He asked as he felt how wet she was.

Sarah no longer cared how embarrassing it was having him touch her there, being at his mercy, all she wanted was that he didn’t stop. “Yes, Mr Stevens.”

She had been thinking this was all going too fast, that she’d made a rash decision to fulfill a long forgotten fantasy; but when she felt how moist her lips were beneath his exploring fingers, she knew: It was now or never.

Mr. Stevens pulled his hand away, leaving her wet and wanting.

“Well, maybe we can do something about that later, but it’s not really a punishment if you enjoy it, is it?” He asked, before his hand smacked her bottom once, hard.

The sound echoed in the classroom and Sarah gasped. It didn’t really hurt, just an enjoyable sting that spread through her cheek. She was more afraid of the echoing sound. They were far away from the rest of the school, but it was so loud!

Another smack landed on her other cheek and she moaned appreciatively, sticking her bottom up high in the air, begging for more. Mr Stevens moved beside her, pressing his hip against hers, using one hand to hold her against him.

“It seems like you’re still enjoying this Sarah.” And his hand landed again even harder.

Sarah moaned and the spanking now really began. Smacks landing fast, one after the other and the sting in her bottom started to built. It did hurt, but not more than she could take. She squirmed and moaned as the hard smacks turned her bottom red, but Mr Stevens held her firmly in place.

Embarrassment and excitement fought inside her; it hurt and she wanted him to stop, but at the same time she really wanted this to go on forever.

The smacks kept coming and she felt tension rising inside her, she was wet even between her thighs now and for a moment she was afraid she was going to have an orgasm, driven over the edge by nothing more than a fantasy come true.

“Please Mr Stevens.” She begged as the pain in her bottom rose even higher. “I’ll be good, I’m sorry I didn’t do my homework and that I didn’t study.” She said. Another smack landed, and another, but not as fast, not as hard.

He had heard her pleas. “I’m glad to hear that Sarah.” He said, his hand now caressing her bottom once more, slowly making the pain subside. “Are you going to be a good girl and do as you’re told now?” He asked.

“Yes.” She answered immediately, she would do anything he asked of her.

“Good. Stay as you are.” Mr Stevens let go of her and walked around her. “If you really are a good girl that does as she’s told, there is no reason for me to hold you down.”

Sarah stayed bent over his desk, her bare red bottom high in the air. She could only imagine one thing happening now: Her old teacher fucking her wet pussy after he had thoroughly spanked her. She urged to feel him inside her and grant her that orgasm she’d barely reached from the spanking alone.

Mr Stevens however, picked up the wooden ruler from his desk. “Now I think you had a specific fantasy about my ruler, didn’t you?” He said.

Sarah blushed, she had totally forgotten about that thing. She didn’t want him to spank her more, especially not with that ruler. She wanted to be fucked; but at the same time that excited feeling came over her again. She wasn’t supposed to get what she wanted, she was supposed to be punished. The thought turned her on even more and suddenly she felt that she didn’t really want her spanking to be over just yet.

“Yes Mr Stevens.” She said obediently.

“Good girl.” He said as he moved back behind her. “Ten strokes should do.” He said as her placed the cold wooden ruler on her hot backside.

Sarah lifted her bottom, welcoming her punishment even though she feared it as well. When the ruler landed, the sting spread across her bottom rapidly and she yelped.

“One.” Said Mr Stevens and he lifted the ruler again.

‘No wait, no.’ She thought, this would hurt too much, but the ruler already landed again.

“Two.”

Her bottom protested in her mind, but Sarah refused to show weakness. She could take the punishment she deserved, and kept her bottom up high for every smack.

“Three.”

Such a naughty and embarrassed yet sexy, excited schoolgirl she felt.

“Four.”

She was dripping between her legs, she realized, even while her bottom was set on fire.

“Five. Six.”

She was proud that she didn’t dodge the ruler, that she was able to keep her position bravely.

“Seven.”

Her bottom had accepted the pain, only three more to go, but she felt like she could take more. She could take all he wanted to give her.

“Eight.”

She no longer cared if anyone could hear her outside, she yelped loudly at each stinging smack.

“Nine.”

Only one more, she told herself, panting. She lifted her bottom to welcome it.

“Ten.” It landed hard and sharp, making her squeal loudly, but finally it was over.

Mr Stevens took her by her arm and lifted her from the desk. She followed him willingly, not sure what he was planning, until he placed her in the corner of the classroom.

“Hands on your head young lady.”

She blushed deeply as she realized he had added corner time to her punishment. Behind her he rolled up her dress so that her bottom stayed bare, her panties had slid down all the way to her ankles.

Mr. Stevens let her stand there for several minutes and as the pain in her bottom cooled down, the excitement between her legs only grew. She started imagining what else he would do to her, how he was going to fuck her after this and slowly the feeling of an embarrassed schoolgirl subsided and was replaced by horniness and wanting.

When he finally came back, standing behind her, his hands caressing her sore bottom, her knees were weak and her breathing ragged. “Do you want me to fuck you, Sarah?” He asked

“Yes, please.” She whispered.

He took her back to the desk, bending her over in the same position as her spanking. It was exactly what she had hoped for, to be fucked like she’d been spanked.

She could barely take the anticipation as he unzipped his pants, no longer touching her as he fished a condom out of his wallet – how schoolboy of him she almost joked – before his hands grabbed her bottom, squeezing the sensitive flesh tightly as he slid inside her.

They didn’t say a word as he pushed inside of her, quickly building a steady rhythm. He fucked her hard and fast, his hips slapping against her red bottom and all the excitement and anticipation of the afternoon built inside her.

She held on to the desk hard as she moaned loudly, her body shaking as she quickly reached that orgasm she had not managed during her spanking. Shortly after, she felt him shake and stop and she knew he had been just as excited, reaching his orgasm just as fast as she had.

She blushed as she pulled her panties back on after finding them left behind in the corner. Mr Stevens had cleaned away the condom and was sitting in his chair, watching her. The soft fabric was cool but chafing against her sore bottom and she blushed when he smiled.

“Time to get back to the reunion, I think.” He said as she let her dress drop, covering up the evidence of their play.

Sarah followed him back through the hallways as an idea formed in her head. She gathered the courage she had found earlier in the day and looked up at him once more. She had to ask him before they reached the others.

”You know … I’m thinking of getting my masters degree, but I could really use some tutoring for mathematics.” She managed without a blush.

Mr Stevens looked down at her with a smile, his hand quickly reaching down and stroking her bottom. “I would love to help you, Sarah.” He said. “But when it comes to the private tutoring of college girls, I can be a lot stricter than for my own students.”

Sarah smiled. “That’s what I was hoping for.”

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Christina giggled nervously as she pulled on the small black thong. A glimpse in the mirror of her bedroom made her see she could just as well be wearing nothing at all. Yet the small triangle of black satin, held together by some string made her feel more dressed, more comfortable and tonight she could afford no distractions.

She had to lay down on the bed to pull up her trousers. It felt a bit silly, laying there with her legs in the air pulling up the very tight trousers, but when she stood up and saw how perfectly they followed her figure, hugging her legs, thighs and bottom, they felt perfect.

It was not something she’d ever wear in public, but tonight in the dark no-one would see her. They made her feel sexy and dangerous. The knee-high boots she pulled on over them were adjusted by herself, the hard sole replaced by something soft that wouldn’t make a sound in the night.

She pulled on her black leather jacket that fitted her body just as tightly and admired the effect in the mirror. She looked perfect, just like in the movies, she decided. She picked up the black ski-mask that would hide her identity and grabbed her backpack before leaving through her bedroom window.

In the dark she made her way to an inconspicuous building just a few blocks away. Inside this building was stored the private collection of a wealthy lady in the city.

There was only one security guard. She knew because she had hired him herself. She wasn’t really going to steal from anyone – not on her first night anyway – she was breaking into her own property, just to feel the trill, to experience her fantasy.

Nothing could go wrong, she knew the security system, knew where she could enter without being detected and which path to follow so that the guard wouldn’t see her on the camera’s in the surveillance room.

Some might say it would be too easy because she knew, that it wouldn’t be a real experience, but that’s not how she felt as she slipped inside through the window, skulking through the hallways, pressing her back against the wall when necessary to avoid a camera.

Suddenly a voiced boomed in the room. “Halt! Who is there?”

She froze on the spot. The guard hadn’t been sitting in the surveillance room, but was patrolling the hallways.

She started imagining her getaway, already seeing herself dodging the light from his flash-light as she ran through the building. Her heart-beat had increased and she checked if her mask was still in place.

Suddenly the lights went on. No security-guard stumbling in the dark waving his flash-light about like in the movies she realized as the man stared right at her.

She hadn’t seen him in his uniform yet and had to admit he looked very intimidating, of course the gun he had pointed at her helped as well. Rubber bullets, she knew, but that didn’t make her any less scared.

A good cat-burgler I make. She thought of herself mockingly, caught on my first night out.

“Well well, what have I caught today.” The guard said. “Looks like a little lady who thinks herself a thief.”

Christine was glad the ski-mask hid her blush. She could tell him who she was, before he’d call the cops, but she felt too embarrassed. Perhaps she could try to escape at some point, to save her dignity. For now she surrendered to him when he told her to turn around so he could put his handcuffs around her wrists.

The guard pulled her along by her elbow to the surveillance room, probably intent on keeping her there until the authorities arrived. She wondered if he would pull off her mask before he made the call, it would solve one problem, but she still hoped he wouldn’t find out who she was.

Arrived in the small room he didn’t make any efforts to do either however, he didn’t call anyone, nor did he take off her mask. He took a chair and placed it in the middle of the room.

“I have my own way of dealing with thieves.” He said. “Especially with ones as pretty as you.”

The guard sat down on the chair and pulled her closer by her elbow, suddenly she fell forward, across his lap. His arm stopped her just in time before she toppled over.

Her hands were still cuffed behind her back and thus she lay helplessly across his knees. Her pants were tight across her bottom as he caressed her thighs and cheeks.

Inside her mask Christina bushed furiously. She had to stop him, tell him who she was. But her embarrassment had stopped her before, and the situation had only gotten worse. She couldn’t let him know it was his own boss he was about to spank.

She swallowed her pride and tried to make the best of it as his hand landed hard across her bottom. The tight trousers barely offered her any protection from his hard smacks.

Consider it a lesson, she told herself, next time you won’t make such a stupid mistake again. The thought wasn’t very comforting however, with his hand rapidly heating up her bottom, smack after smack until it was stinging hot.

“Let’s get these out of the way.” The guard said and took hold of her trousers.

With her hands cuffed on her back and her feet dangling in the air she had no way of stopping him as he rolled down her trousers, revealing her pink bottom inch by inch, all the way to her knees.

“Well these aren’t going to do you any good.” He said mockingly. “You could just as well be wearing nothing at all.” And he pulled down the small black thong as well.

The ski-mask hid her blushes as Christina’s bottom was completely bared for the guard. Her trousers around her knees stopped her from kicking, but also kept her legs closed, hopefully hiding most of her private parts she thought.

They no longer protected her from his hands however, and when he started spanking her again it was hard and painful.

The ski-mask muffled her squeals as he turned her bottom red across his lap. Christina didn’t mind a smack on her bottom, she’d even fantasized about a sexual spanking with her boyfriend, but this was something different. Her bottom felt on fire and he didn’t give her any pause.

Her backside felt on fire and she could no longer fight the pain. “Stop, please, please stop.” She cried, hoping he could hear her through the mask.

The guard didn’t stop right away, but kept landing those smacks on her bottom making her squeal until he was satisfied by the result.

Finally, she felt his hand stroking her hot sore flesh as the spanking was over. Her legs were still pressed together, but he managed to push two fingers between her thighs.

Christina blushed furiously when she felt him explore her pussy.

“Feels wet, seems like this bad kitty has enjoyed her punishment.”

Again, she was thankful for the ski-mask hiding her blush. She couldn’t possibly be wet she thought, not after that embarrassing punishment; but then why had she never made an attempt to stop him? When he told her to stand up and she shifted her position she could feel he was right. She was wet with excitement, it had even spread between her thighs.

“Pull up those trousers.” The guard said after undoing her cuffs, and after pulling up her thong, Christina slowly rolled up her trousers.

The fabric felt sticky against the moisture on her thighs, and then came her bottom. She had to force the pants to fit around her swollen red cheeks. It stung and burned, and when she finally had them on, the feeling didn’t go away. They hugged her bottom tight, pressing against her, making her feel every smack she had just received. The smile on the security-guard’s face told her he was aware of her discomfort.

He stood up in front of her, very close. “I don’t want to see you here again, ever, do you hear.”

Christina nodded, embarrassed yet excited.

The guard’s hand reached out and smacked her sore bottom again. “Answer me.”

“Yes sir.” She said, the ski-mask didn’t seem to distort her voice at all, he must have just been ignoring her pleas.

“Good.” He looked at her threateningly. “Should I catch you trying to break in again, next time I won’t be so lenient.”

Christina reached around and grabbed her sore bottom, wondering how this could be considered lenient.

“Next time, that outfit of yours will be coming off completely, I’ll just let you keep that mask, and then when I have you naked I’ll bend you over that table over there and let you feel my belt. Do you understand?” The guard said.

She nodded again and then quickly added “yes, Sir” before he could spank her again.

He gave her the smack anyway. “Now get out of my sight.”

The next day, Christina woke up early. She had run straight home after her misadventure, straight for her bed.

A look in the mirror told her her bottom was still pink but not as red as the night before. She winced and picked a dress with a very loose skirt to wear today. She normally didn’t wear a thong under something that was this susceptible to the wind, but today she wanted nothing to touch her bottom more than necessary.

When she checked her voice-mail she got a message from the security-guard she’d only seen a couple of hours ago. She was afraid to face him, but told herself he couldn’t know it had been her.

She wondered why he wanted to talk to her. He hadn’t really followed protocol last night she realized, he should have called the cops. Of course she couldn’t berate him on that without betraying how she knew.

When she arrived at the compound he waited for her in the surveillance room. His guards uniform and the room around them reminded her vividly of last night as her dress brushed against her bottom.

The guard offered her a chair and when she declined a strange smile crossed his face. It almost looked as if he knew, knew why she didn’t want to sit down today or why she was wearing this dress in particular.

“There was a burglar last night.” He said.

Christina wondered how she should react, why was he telling her? “Really, I didn’t get any message, didn’t you call the police?”

He smiled at her. “No, I took care of it my own way.”

She didn’t know how to react to his smugness. “Are you sure that was wise, won’t they just come back?”

He looked at the chair she had declined and said: “Oh I’m sure it was very effective.”

Christina blushed, he knew, she was sure of it. Had he recognized her voice? It seemed the most plausible answer. He had chosen not to tell her he knew however, just like he had chosen not to take off her mask.

She felt strangely aroused by the thought that he was letting her keep her secret, in exchange for her ignoring he hadn’t done as he should. She felt very well trapped.

“Well I’m sure you’re more experienced in these things than I am.” She replied.

She thought about last night again, she hadn’t fallen asleep immediately after going to bed. She had fantasized about being spanked by his belt, completely naked and bent over the table she was now leaning against. Her pants would no longer stop him from spreading her legs, offering him full access to her, and not just with his fingers this time.

“If you think your methods are efficient, I permit you to use them should this burglar return.”

The smile on his face told her that he understood, including the hidden meaning of her words. She felt herself blushing as she left.

Once at home, Christina gathered her outfit from where she had dropped it the night before. She waited for the day to end and then returned to her compound.

She wasn’t going to let herself be caught of course. She tried her best to be sneaky, to avoid capture.

“I thought I might see you again today.” A now familiar voice said.

Christina blushed, suddenly a bit nervous. She had fantasized about what was about to happen yes, but maybe she’d also hoped to defeat him this time. The belt did sound like a scary consequence for failing to do so.

Moments later she found herself back in the surveillance room, stripped fully naked and bent over the guard’s desk. She bushed heavily, her mask the only thing protecting her identity from the guard she employed herself.

The guard placed one hand on her lower back, pushing her down. The other came down hard on her backside.

Christina moaned and squealed as her buttocks bounced beneath the onslaught. Her bottom quickly turned red, but this time she also felt the excitement building between her legs.

When the guard stepped away, pulling the belt from his trousers, Christina whimpered, her bottom already on fire.

The belt wished through the air, a loud crack echoing in the room as it landed on her bottom an Christina squealed. Again and again, the guard swung the leather implement, drawing broad red strikes across her backside.

Christina bit her lips, moaned and squealed, but despite the pain could not deny her excitement evoked by her punishment.

Over and over, the belt striped her bottom, sending ripples of flesh along her buttocks and shivers of pain all across her backside.

When the guard stopped, placing his hand on her sore bottom, she whimpered.

“I hope you’re learning that this is not the right place for you to rob, young lady.” He said.

“It’s perfect.” Christina disagreed. “Where else would I have the opportunity to practice my skills with such an effective method of encouragement as your belt?”

“Well, if you’re going to use my expertise as an advantage in your training, there should be something in it for me too.” The guard replied, letting his hand slid down her bottom, grasping her pussy.

Christina blushed, yet moaned at the same time. During her first spanking he had touched her as well, but her trousers around her knees had prevented her from spreading her legs. Now she was fully naked and her legs already wide, her wet pussy on full display.

“I’d pay any price.” She said. “For one day I will successfully rob this place and it will have all been worth it.”

“Stay down.” The guard said.

Christina obeyed, but looked over her shoulder to see him grab a pack of condoms from his desk. She blushed slightly, realizing he must’ve placed them there after their last conversation. There was no doubt left in her mind that he knew exactly who she was and how much she had enjoyed being treated like this.

“I think you’re wrong.” The guard said. “You may try a hundred times, but all you will end up with is a red bottom and my cock inside your pussy; which is the price you’ll pay for your failed attempts.”

Christina blushed as the guard grabbed her by the hips. She was paying him to do this in a way, she realized. As the owner of the place he was guarding, she was his employer. In fact, the spanking she’d received was at her own command, for she’d told him to do as he pleased with anyone he caught trespassing.

By keeping on the mask, she submitted full control over to him and there was not a thought in her head that said to take it off.

She moaned deeply when he thrusted his erect cock inside of her. As he fucked her however, she vowed to someday successfully beat him. Until then though, she’d be at his mercy when she was caught.

That didn’t matter though. Just like stealing her own stuff was never the goal of her nights out; this too was more about the journey than the destination. The spanking and fucking was what she really wanted and they were what had her trembling, bent over the guard’s desk, her bottom on fire and her insides contracting as the orgasm took hold of her body.

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The Complaints Department The hallway outside the office was empty except for Maria. As head of the complaints department, she made sure of the privacy of her officers. Where she was standing, about two steps from the door, she could hear the sounds of a spanking and a girl squealing inside.

From the dozen officers that worked under her, only two knew about the activities that sometimes went on in that room, one of those girls was inside now. Sophie hadn’t done anything wrong of course. A young officer had used excessive force during an arrest and it was the complaints department’s job to make these things go away without too much fuss.

Unable to contain her curiosity, Maria stepped towards the door and looked inside through the small window at the top. Sophie was bent over the desk naked from the waist down, her bright red bottom pointing at the door. The man whose complaint she was dealing with, was whipping her with her own belt.

Maria winced as she heard the girl whimpering. She was glad it wasn’t her bending over that desk. Most complaints like this her girls could handle, only for something big did the head of the complaints department bend over herself.

Maria felt she had changed a lot in the last month. She could still remember that first spanking while she was patrolling the streets.

She still visited Jason regularly. He hadn’t been jealous at all when she told him about her promotion at work. The spankings she got from him before work-hours were a good reminder of what her officers had to go through. She protected them and didn’t let them be used without a good enough reason.

Funny how letting him spank her out in the street had been a career-making move. As head of the complaints department, she had learned a lot about the task-force. Every rookie mistake, every inappropriate action was brought before her.

Most of the time she managed to deal with it quietly. Tickets were shredded, files deleted, apologies written. The spankings were captain Reynolds’ idea of course; she’d gotten the first one herself when she was just a mere officer. It had been her own idea to include more girls wishing to earn a little extra. Still, they were only a fraction of the work that was done in her department.

She had more ideas like that since working here. There was a surprisingly large demand for police-uniforms for example – people liked roleplaying – and an equally large supply of old uniforms she could give away. It wasn’t always enough to stifle a complaint of course, but very few people did not appreciate a small gift after their complaint had been dealt with.

The spankings were the most successful of their complaint-deterrents course. The hardest part was deciding when the person filing a complaint would be interested in such an arrangement. The one she was looking at now hadn’t been a hard choice to make. The man who had been whipping Sophie – he had now stopped, Sophie was standing in the corner – ran an online spanking blog.

As the spanking seemed over, Maria knocked at the door and entered without waiting for a response. The man turned to look at her, Sophie didn’t move from her spot in the corner. “I hope everything has been satisfactory, Mr. Grey?” She asked.

“Wonderfully so.” The man replied. “I wish I’d known before how you dealt with complaints in here.” He was grinning broadly.

“I assume you’ll wish to drop your complaint then.” Maria said, it wasn’t a question. “The paperwork is in my office. Do you know the way?”

The man nodded. “I’ll wait for you there.” He said, leaving her alone with Sophie.

“Are you okay?” Maria asked after he left.

Sophia hesitantly left her spot in the corner. Tears had run down her cheeks, leaving tracks of her make-up. “Yes ma-am.” She said.

Maria smiled at the girl. “Take your time to clean yourself up. After that you can take the rest of the day off. I’ll make sure that the paper-work gets filed and you receive your extra payment. I’ll see you again tomorrow.”

“Yes ma-am.” Sophie said with a smile. She was already getting dressed again.

Maria smiled. Sophie could take a good spanking, Maria didn’t know what experience she’d had with it in her past, but she’d figured out what Maria and the other girl had been doing by herself and had requested to be part of this agreement.

When Maria returned to her office, Mr. Grey was waiting for her. “You left quite the impression on the girl.” She said. She’d learned men like him liked to be complemented on their ‘work’.

“I sure hope so.” He said. He’d seated himself on the chair directly opposite her desk. Instead of walking around it herself, Maria picked up the documents she’d had ready on her desk and took the chair next to him. They didn’t say anything about a spanking of course, they couldn’t make such a thing official. It just said he was dropping his formal complaint. She offered them to him to sign.

Mr. Grey read it quickly and then hesitated, frowning. “This isn’t right.” He said. “This isn’t my complaint.”

Maria raised an eyebrow and took the copy she’d made. “This should be it.” She said. “Mr. Grey; arrested for public intoxication; use of excessive force.”

The man looked up at her. “I was never arrested.” He said. “I was wrongfully accused of misappropriating company funds and not only lost my job, but half my savings account…”

Maria blushed slightly. “My apologies, sir. It seems we’ve mixed up your case. Let me get the right paper-work.”

“Wait a minute.” Mr. Grey said. “Are you telling me, that you would’ve let me spank that girl for something as stupid as a bit of a scuffle during an arrest?” He was frowning. “The things that were done to me could hardly be compared. I don’t think I should content myself with the same level of compensation.”

Maria was blushing deeply. At her department they fixed the mistakes others had made, they didn’t make mistakes themselves.

Except, now they had.

She hadn’t heard of this man’s complaint before, so it must be new. They probably hadn’t done any back-up checks on him, it had been pure luck that he had accepted the proposal of a spanking as compensation.

“I am very sorry, sir.” She said. “I will take care of this at once and I am sure we can negotiate a new offer better fitting for your situation.” With the documents in hand, she fled her office.

Maria was in the main office-room just in time to see Sophie leaving. She couldn’t tell the girl of course that she’d let the wrong man spank her. As head of the department, these things were her responsibility. When the other Mr. Grey arrived, she’d have to take Sophie’s place. With the right paperwork in hand she returned to her own office.

Mr. Grey was still waiting for her. “So, how often do you let people spank these girls?” He asked her.

Maria wouldn’t normally discuss such things, but she had to placate the man a little. “Only two of the girls participate.” She explained. “It doesn’t happen very often. We have to be careful who we make such an offer too.”

The man smiled. “I guess I got lucky then. Do you ever get spanked? Or does that shiny badge protect you?”

Maria blushed, she had been dreading he’d ask such a thing. “Only for the more… extreme cases.” She said.

“Like mine?” Mr. Grey asked.

She knew he was going to ask that, her bottom had already been tingling in anticipation knowing what might come of her mistake.

“Perhaps.” She said. “A case like yours could have warranted such an offer. But you’ve already spanked one of the girls, I think letting you spank the head of the department as well would be offering a bit too much.”

The man smiled and leaned back in his chair. “By the head of the department you mean yourself of course. I think it would be a fair offer actually. Let’s just say the girl was compensation for the mix-up, spanking you will be compensation for what was done to me.”

Maria blushed. She shouldn’t give in so easily, but then again, this man hadn’t agreed on anything yet. He didn’t have to make a deal, he had already spanked one of her girls, he could betray her whole operation.

“Very well.” She said. “I will agree to let you spank me and you in turn will fully drop your complaint.”

With her hands on her head, Maria stood in front of her desk. Mr. Grey stood behind her. She felt his arms around her as his hands undid the buckle of her belt at the front of her skirt. She wore stockings held up by a garter belt and clean white panties underneath her uniform. Mr. Grey whistled appreciatively as he pulled down her skirt.

“Now that’s how an officer of the law should be dressed.” He said.

When he pushed her down on the desk, Maria bent over obediently. She had only seen the end of Sophie’s spanking, where she had stood just like this. She wondered how much of a warmup she’d gotten before getting the belt.

She blushed deeply when Mr. Grey pulled down her panties, redoing the clasps on her stockings after letting her step out and taking her panties completely off. With her bottom bared and framed by her remaining underwear, she waited for her spanking to start.

She didn’t have to wait for long. Mr. Grey hit her hard with the open palm of his hand. Maria moaned appreciatively as he alternated cheeks, smacks landing hard and fast.

Ever since that first time, Maria had secretly enjoyed her spankings and Mr. Grey seemed to be very good at it. He had her bottom hot and glowing quickly, the sting built until it spread across every bare inch of her behind. When he bent over to pick up the belt that was part of her uniform, she did not shy back, but raised her bottom for more.

“Someone likes a good spanking.” Mr. Grey said. “No wonder you’re the head of the department here.” The belt swooshed through the air and landed with a loud thwack across her bottom.

Maria squealed softly at the sudden pain. She did not respond to the teasing remark, but yelped and whimpered as the belt hit her again and again. The pain was building, becoming unbearable even. Her bottom was burning, each smack landed perfectly; drawing a new line of fire right alongside the others until her whole bottom was covered in angry red stripes.

When Mr. Grey finally stopped, Maria was out of breath, whimpering and moaning on her desk. His hands felt hot on her backside, stroking her softly.

“How does that feel?” He asked.

“It hurts.” Maria replied.

Mr. Grey squeezed her softly. “Of course it hurts.” He said. “I mean did you like it?”

Maria blushed, she had always liked the spankings. Jason knew of course, but it wasn’t something she told those who spanked her at her job. This one had been different however, she really felt well and properly spanked. The pain was just right, at the edge of unbearable; the glowing heat warmed not just her backside, but radiated down her upper legs, her thighs and her belly and despite the pain, her pussy was still dripping wet. Each smack had landed right where it had been aimed and with the right amount of force.

Always before, the pain of the spanking had distracted her from her arousal, but this time it hadn’t, she’d felt that throbbing sensation between her legs even as she had squealed under the whipping of the belt.

“Have you done this before?” She asked, embarrassed to admit how much she had enjoyed it.

“I have spanked many women like yourself.” Mr. Grey replied mysteriously. “Would you like some more?”

“Yes, please.” Maria replied, nearly forgetting that she was a sergeant at the police department, dealing with a complaint.

Mr. Grey did not pick up the belt again. He moved closer until he stood right beside her. With one arm he encircled her waist and pulled her against him so they stood hip to hip. His other hand stroked her burning sore behind roughly.

Maria moaned deeply at the intimate touch. The smack on her bottom was firm and send a ripple of pain through her backside as her bottom bounced under the impact. Mr. Grey did not hurry the spanking, each smack came slowly, after the previous one had had its full effect.

He knew the pain she’d endured from the belting had pushed her to the edge. He didn’t add on to that, each smack just renewed that pain, spreading it across her bottom, balancing her on that edge.

Maria did not squeal during this slow spanking, she whimpered and moaned. The longer the spanking went on, the louder she wailed, her bottom trapped in unending agony. She begged him to stop, pleaded even though she had asked for it herself.

He did not.

Mr. Grey never sped up, never changed the force of his smacks, each one hard and firm, followed by a few seconds for the pain to relent, just for it to return again with the following swat.

The throbbing arousal in her pussy seemed to be beating to the rhythm of his swats, as if her very heart-rate had adapted to the tormenting of her behind. She felt the muscles inside of her contracting each time the pain in her bottom was renewed, as if the pain itself was forcing its way inside of her, fucking her slowly.

He did not stop, not when she kicked her legs uncontrollably, not when she pressed her thighs together to stop the uncontrollable clenching, not when she shivered uncontrollably, her body shuddering in an orgasm she could not have stopped.

Then, when her moans subsided as her climax had passed, did he finally stop. The adrenaline from her orgasm rushed her body and the pain in her bottom returned tenfold. Maria whimpered.

“Good girl.” Mr. Grey said. “You know, I haven’t met many women who can come from a spanking alone.” He was rubbing her bottom softly; it did not help against the pain. “The officer I spoke to earlier today.” He continued. “She told me there were certain rules when it came to these spankings. But I guess since you’re the department head, it wouldn’t be a problem for you to make an exception to those rules, would it?”

Maria didn’t know what he was talking about, it was hard to think as she lay stretched out on her desk, her bottom on fire and her insides throbbing.

“I guess I have already broken a few of those rules today.” She said. “Do whatever you want.” He seemed so experienced, she felt she could trust him with his plans.

When Mr. Grey moved behind her, she immediately realized what rule he meant. She moaned deeply when his fingers spread her pussy while one hand opened his trousers. He pushed his cock deep inside of her.

Maria arched her back, inviting him to grab her hips, not caring about the rules.

He thrusted deeply again. He was rough, or perhaps it just felt that way with how sore her bottom was beneath his punishing hips smashing into her.

He did not finish quickly, but managed to fuck her long and hard, her own arousal had built up a second time before he finally exploded inside of her.

Bent over her own desk, with Mr. Grey’s cum leaking from her pussy, her bottom still on fire, Maria slowly came to her senses. She could not believe how immersed she’d been in this spanking. It was like anything she’d experienced before. She knew she should get up, get back to work. But not just yet, she would let Mr. Grey be in control just a little longer.

She felt him bend over towards her desk. He picked up the documents she’d brought and laid them out on her back. Maria blushed deeply as he used her back as his desk to read them and then sign them. It was a reminder that her spanking hadn’t been for her, it had been his compensation for a complaint.

She got up slowly, still blushing red when Mr. Grey finally let go of her. He handed her the signed documents. “For the spanking.” He said. “The sex was just because we both enjoyed it so much.” He winked at her knowingly.

Maria smiled and accepted the papers. He was right of course, she had not sold her body for his signature, she had asked for the second part of the spanking herself, it had been completely separate from their agreement.

“Thank you.” She said.

Mr. Grey left shortly after, reminding her that she had his number in case she ever wanted to experience his expertise some more.

Maria cleaned up after he left, wondering if she was keeping track of her birth-control. She was a bit ashamed that she’d been so into it to forget about protection completely.

After getting dressed, her uniform’s skirt and white panties were uncomfortably tight against her sore, swollen bottom. She had just decided to take the rest of the day off to rest, when a man approached her. “Hello.” He said. “I’m Mr. Grey. I had an appointment today with officer Sophie. Is she here?”

Maria arrived at Jason’s home with a glowing red bottom. Already spanked twice today, she didn’t really want another one, but part of her knew she needed to talk to him.

“You should keep a box of condoms somewhere in your desk.” Jason said after she’d told him what happened.

Maria blushed, like always a bit relieved that he showed no jealousy, even when she’d let another man fuck her.

“Now get over my knee, young lady.” He said. “I know exactly why you’re here, you deserve a good thrashing for your actions today.”

Maria winced, her bottom already sore; but she let Jason pull her across his lap for a third spanking that day. No matter who spanked her at work, when coming to him, it felt like coming home.

[masterab]

Maria was quite young and new on the street. In fact, today was her first time patrolling alone. She wasn’t nervous however, she was stationed in a well-to-do neighborhood where nothing ever happened.

It was late at night when she got passed by a sleek car, going faster than the speed limit. She flashed her lights immediately, catching up to the car and signaling it to pull over.

It had been a reflex, the car had barely been going too fast, but she hadn’t really noticed the numbers, just that he was speeding. Perhaps her colleagues would have ignored such a minor infraction, but nothing she could do about that now, she had already pulled him over.

She got out of her car and approached the offender with care, deciding she probably wasn’t going to need any backup on this one.

The driver had already rolled down his window, he was an elderly gentleman, alone, probably on his way home after a long day at the office.

“Is anything wrong, officer?” He asked, perfectly polite.

Maria swallowed. “Oh, ehm you were driving too fast.” Inside she chided herself, way to sound confident!

The man looked surprised. “Really? I can’t have been going much too fast, perhaps four, maybe five miles over the limit?”

“Yes.”

The man looked dumbfounded. “What, do you mean, you’re really pulling me over for such a minor amount?” He sounded upset.

Maria realized she had to get the conversation back under control. “The law is the law sir, the limit is forty-five, not forty-nine. I’m afraid I’m going to have to write you a ticket.”

The man did not look placated. “You’ve got to be kidding me! Do you need to write a certain amount of tickets before you get a shinier badge?”

Maria hesitated, she shouldn’t let him talk to her like that, her colleagues definitely would not stand for it. “Sir, I’m warning you, ehm, just call down.”

He did not calm down. “I’m not going to calm down, not while some upstart little blonde chick is writing me a ticket for no good reason.”

She blushed deeply, okay this was definitely going too far. “Sorry sir, I can’t let you talk to me like that. Ehm, if you don’t cooperate I will have to take you in to the station. Get out of the car please.”

A few too many sorry’s and please’s she thought, but at least he was listening, getting out of his car like she asked. She took a step back when he stood, he was tall…

“Put your hands on the hood please, ehm, legs apart.” She had seen her colleagues search a suspect often enough, she should be able to as well … as long as he cooperated.

“No. I’m not going to be treated like a bad guy. In the city the real criminals are running free and in the meanwhile the police force is doing what? Arresting innocent citizens trying to make their way home.” The man looked down on her.

Perhaps she should’ve called for backup after all.

“Can you explain to me why it is so important to punish a man for driving barely over the speed limit, while every day I see punk kids racing their pimped out cars down the streets and there’s never anything done about that?”

Maria looked around, unsure what to do. “I ehm, I can’t do anything about that right now, I’m sorry.”

“Sorry isn’t good enough, you’re not doing your job properly. Perhaps you should be the one putting your hands on the hood.” The man took a threatening step towards her.

Oh no, this was definitely getting out of hand. “I…” She no longer knew what to respond and the man took that as permission; grabbing her hand and turning her towards his car, pushing her down.

She didn’t just have her hands on the hood, her whole upper body rested on top of it. “What are you doing?” She managed to say.

“Weren’t you about to search me?” The man asked. “Let’s see how you feel if the roles are reversed,

He didn’t touch her however and Maria heard from the tone of his voice that he’d calmed down a little. Pushing a police-officer down against the hood of his car had probably surprised him as much as her.

She should get up now that he was hesitating, she realized. But something stopped her. Some part of her wanted to see how far he was willing to take his threats.

The man she’d pulled over correctly read the permission from her hesitant reaction. When she did not reply, he placed his hands on her back and slid them down the side of her body in mock imitation of a search.

Emma needed to jump up, to put a stop to this right now; but a chill ran down her spine, a trembling arousal that she had not expected erased her thoughts as his hands stroked the inside of her legs, traveling up her thighs as he searched her.

Her police uniform came with a short black skirt and his hands slid up underneath it, pushing the skirt up with them, revealing her soft lace panties.

“I can’t give you a ticket.” The man said. “But I know a different kind of punishment perfect fo a naughty little blonde like yourself. I’m going to smack this well rounded bottom of yours to teach you a lesson on doing a better job.”

Maria blushed. He couldn’t do this to her, she was a police officer. Yet she did not stop him, entranced by arousal and his dominance.

If she said no now, she was sure he would stop. All the anger was gone from his voice and he sounded perfectly in control of himself and the situation.

When his hands stroked her panties, she could feel they were moist from excitement. She did not say no, and suddenly he yanked them down, baring her bottom to the cold night air. His hand smacked her backside hard and she yelped at the sudden blossoming pain.

Again and again his hand came down on her poor bottom, turning it pink and quickly red. Maria squealed and moaned, quickly regretting her decision to pull him over.

“Please.” She begged as the sounds of her spanking echoed in the street, her buttocks bouncing beneath the palm os his hand. “I won’t do it again, I’ll do a better job, I promise.”

His hand smacked her bottom again, twice, three times. Then he finally stopped. The spanking had been short but severe, her bottom was throbbing. Quickly, she rearranged her uniform before looking up at him.

“I think we better part ways now.” He said, realizing that what he had done could get them both in trouble.

Maria nodded with a blush. “Yes, ehm I think so too, and ehm I’ll forget about that ticket this time.”

He smiled at her. “Good. Oh and some advice, you might want to apply for a desk job, out here on the streets isn’t the place for a cute little girl like you.”

Maria blushed deeper and ran to her car. The driver’s seat was soft against her sore bottom, and when she pulled up her skirt, the leather was nice and cool…

Maria arrived back at the station safely, and after checking herself in her car mirror she went inside, ready to talk to her boss about a desk job application. The suggestion had embarrassed her, especially the way it had been phrased; but the ride back to the office with her sore bottom pressed down against the leather seat had made her realize the truth behind the statement.

When she entered, it seemed like everyone was looking at her, at first she thought she was imagining things after her embarrassing evening; but she quickly realized that they were indeed staring at her, peeking from the corner of their eyes.

Blushing, she made her way to her boss’ office, unsure of what was going on. He was waiting for her beside his door.

“Maria.” He said with a grin on his face, and. “Poor girl, earlier tonight you forgot to turn off your radio transmitter…”

***

Maria had spent the rest of her day hidden behind her desk, afraid to look any of her co-workers in the eye. She didn’t get any work done however, for all she could think about was that man and the spanking he had given her.

The memory aroused her and she often found herself dreaming of what might’ve happened had they met in different circumstances. The spanking had been firm but short, over much too quickly now that she thought of it.

When her shift was done, she left quickly. Yet she did not return home immediately. She drove her car through the neighborhood she’d been patrolling, not sure what she was looking for.

Until she recognized the car she’d pulled over, parked in the driveway of one of the many houses.

She imagined going up to the front door and ringing the bell; but no, she knew next to nothing about this man. What if he had a family?

Instead, she stayed in her car, looking at his house from a distance. The curtains were closed so she wasn’t able to see anything, but she fantasized of being inside, being spanked and fucked by the man who had treated her so roughly.

She’d raised her skirt, one hand rubbing her panties, fingers pressing between her lips. She didn’t even think about what she was doing until she suddenly noticed a light behind her car.

A man carrying a flash-light suddenly appeared alongside her. She lowered her skirt with a blush, hoping he hadn’t seen what she was doing.

“What are you doing out here?” The man asked.

Maria thought she recognized the voice through the closed window, but couldn’t see because of the bright light.

“Nothing.” She replied quickly, cursing herself for having no excuse ready.

“This neighborhood has camera-surveillance.” The man said. “When the neighborhood-watch saw a strange car parked outside my house, they contacted me immediately. You’ve been here quite a while for someone who’s doing nothing.”

He had lowered the flash-light a bit and Maria now recognized him for sure. “We met earlier today.” She tried to explain.

“I remember.” The man said. “So did you come to apologize or ask for more?”

Maria blushed. “I don’t know, I wasn’t thinking.”

“How about you get out of the car and we continue where we left of.” The man asked.

Maria blushed even deeper, but opened the car door without thinking. The man only seemed a little surprised when she got out.

“Hands on the hood.” He said.

Maria turned around, placing her hands on the hood of her car. Her heart was racing, she didn’t understand why she was doing this.

The man took her skirt and raised it, baring her bottom again. Maria moaned when he lowered her panties.

“I would’ve never thought anyone as submissive as you might work for the police force.” He said, rubbing her bare bottom.

“I’ve just never met anyone as dominant as you, Sir.” Maria replied.

“Well it’s a good thing you did.” He replied. “A naughty girl as yourself needs regular maintenance.”

Maria blushed and then he smacked her bottom.

Out in the dark, empty street, he took his time spanking her. It wasn’t as hard or as fast as the first time, but slow and firm. Her buttocks bounced after each full swing of his arm. Quickly they turned red while Maria moaned and squealed.

Suddenly she remembered what he’d said about the neighborhood watch. “The camera’s.” She said. “Won’t they see us.”

“It’s dark.” He replied. “They won’t see much and there won’t be any sound.”

Maria blushed nonetheless, imagining the unknown watchman, staring at their silhouettes in the dark. What would he think? Had their watch-program caught some wrong-doing and was his friend dealing with it in his own, unique way?

“Would you rather go inside?” The man asked her.

Maria hesitated to follow a stranger into his house, but her arousal trumped her good sense. “Yes, please.” She answered.

She followed the man inside.

“Bend over.” He commanded, pointing at his sofa.

Maria licked her lips and bent over the back, pushing herself up on her toes until her bottom arched high up in the air.

“I love spanking you in your uniform.” The man said, slowly raising her skirt again before lowering her panties and revealing her wet pussy once more. “Makes me really feel better about all those lousy parking- or speeding-tickets.”

Maria blushed, not telling him most parking inspectors were outsourced. She waited while he pulled his belt through the buckles of his trousers.

“How about six swats with my belt before I fuck you?” He asked.

Maria moaned deeply. “Yes, please.” She said.

The belt swung through the air, coloring her bottom red in one long, broad stroke.

Maria squealed, her bottom on fire after just one swat. The belt hurt a lot more than his hand.

Before she could protest however, another landed right alongside the first stroke. She squealed, squirming as she hang dangling over the back of the sofa.

What had she been thinking to come find this man, to follow him into his house? She should’ve known he might hurt her; but instead of trying to stop him, she accepted her punishment as the price she should pay for her foolishness.

By the time he reached six, she was screaming and gasping for air. When he placed his hand on her bare bottom however, her insides melted.

When his fingers trailed the inside of her thighs, playing with her pussy, she realized there was a second reason she had followed him. The arousal she’d felt while fantasizing about him at her desk at work was mild compared to what she felt now.

“Don’t go anywhere.” The man said.

Maria waited for him to return, condom in hand. He did not turn her around, but left her hanging as he fucked her from behind.

Maria moaned deeply, feeling him fill her completely. The arousal she’d felt all day, the dreaming and anticipation had built until this moment. She moaned and squealed, her body shuddering with pleasure as she reached one climax after the other. The man’s cock penetrating her deeply until he too unloaded his excitement inside of her.

“I might be getting a desk job.” Maria said, filling the silence. She sat next to him in his sofa, her bottom still sore.

“That’s probably a good idea.” The man said. “perhaps you can come over sometimes before you go to work. If you’re siting behind your desk with a red bottom I’m sure you’ll do an even better job.”

Maria blushed, but couldn’t help but imagine having to hide a red bottom at work, squirming in her seat. In a way that was what she’d done today, and while she’d been embarrassed, she’d been majorly aroused as well.

“That sounds like fun.” She said.

“It’s agreed then.” The man said. “I’ll give you my number so you can call me if you want another reminder. My name is Jason by the way.”

Maria blushed, only know realizing how little she knew of him. “I’m Maria.”

“Well Maria, it’s getting late, I’m sure you’ve got work tomorrow, so you should head home. Don’t stay too long or the camera’s will see you.”

“Yes, Sir.” Maria replied. “But can I come over for a quick visit in the morning? I want a good start to the day.”

“Of course.” Jason replied.. “I’ll send you to work with a nice, glowing bottom.”

[masterab]

Captain Reynolds had heard the story of one of his officers being humiliated on the streets shortly after it had happened. He hadn’t done anything about it then, the girl’s sergeant had done the right thing putting her on a desk job. He believed however that every personality trait could be made use of in the force and he had been thinking about how he could turn her situation into a more positive one.

He got the opportunity to test out his ideas only two weeks after the incident and made his way to her desk personally to invite her to his office.

“Do you remember the case of Marc Peeters?” He asked her as they walked from her desk to his office.

“Yes, sir.” Maria replied. “I finished the paperwork on that case just last week.”

They arrived at his office and Reynolds chose to sit at one of the two large, brown lather sofa’s instead of his desk.

“Good, but what you probably don’t know is that there were some irregularities with the case.” The captain explained. “One of the warrants for searching mr. Peeter’s home was invalid. Now he’s threatening to file a formal complaint and could cost us thousands.”

The girl sat up straight in the sofa. “I only did the paperwork after the case was closed sir.”

The captain laughed softly. “Don’t worry, you’re not in trouble here.” He suddenly realized the girl must be confused to why he would invite her to his office. “Actually I wanted your help.”

Maria visibly relaxed, but with a look of confusion on her face. Wondering how the captain could need her help.

“When we searched Peeter’s house, we found something else, unrelated to the case. Something we could perhaps use to dissuade him from taking action against us and I know for a fact that you have some first-hand experience with this sort of thing.”

Captain Reynolds stood up and walked to his desk as Maria tried to figure out what they could’ve found.

“I’ve got it opened up on my laptop here, if you want to take a look.” He said. “Mr. Peeters will be here in a few moments. I’ll leave you so you can prepare…”

Maria stood up, rubbing her bottom after the captain had left. She’d visited Jason that morning and her bottom still felt a bit sore when she sat down.

She quickly walked to his desk. This was all too confusing, she couldn’t begin imagining what he needed her for.

When she faced the laptop, at first she thought it was just porn she saw. Inappropriate, but not really something they could use against mr. Peeters, and not something she had any experience with at all.

Then she realized it wasn’t just normal porn, it was all about spanking and other BDSM fantasies. She immediately saw her connection to this, the spanking Jason had given her out in the street, the one her colleagues had heard on the radio, the captain would surely have heard about that.

They didn’t want to use this information against mr. Peeters she realized, they wanted to offer him something to placate him. Her, the captain wanted to offer her, well her bottom anyway, so mr. Peeters would forgive their transgression.

Maria imagined she should leave the office right away. Her experience just two weeks ago had been embarrassing enough as it was – not to forget painful – she didn’t wan her colleagues to know any more about it.

She had learned to enjoy it in the end of course, even visiting Jason more than once for a repeat. She found herself still looking at the laptop-screen, scrolling through the various pictures and videos, mesmerized by what she saw, when there was a knock at the door.

The man who entered introduced himself as Marc. He was quite handsome, with dark curls and bright eyes. He looked angry or perhaps determined. He seemed to be anticipating a rough negotiation ahead.

When he sat down in one of the sofa’s Maria closed the laptop and joined him. She could still walk out and get the captain, she knew. But her heart was racing and her whole body tingled, though mostly her bottom felt extra sensitive.

There would be nothing stopping her with going through with this either. There was no serious relationship between her and Jason after all. He had introduced her to spanking, but that didn’t mean he had sole claim to her bottom.

“I thought I got to speak to captain Reynolds today.” The man said when she sat down.

“He will be with us shortly.” Maria replied. “He thought we should meet first. I’m Maria, I did some of the paperwork on your case.” Which wasn’t a lie.

“I see.” Marc replied, making the wrong conclusion, just like she had expected.

Maria’s heart raced, this was completely different from a stranger on the street pushing her across the hood of a car. Now she had to first bring up the topic of spanking and then ask for one herself. But that was what made it exciting and why she hadn’t yet run away.

“I must say, I’m really sorry for the mistakes that were made with your case.” She continued. Which was still not a lie, even though implying they were her fault while they weren’t.

Marc leaned forward. “So you agree there were mistakes? Does the captain see it like this as well?”

He was gathering intelligence for his complaint, Maria thought, she was the only one that still had a chance to change the outcome of his visit.

“The captain agreed I could stand as a representative for the police force today.” She replied. “And deal with any consequences for it’s actions in this case.”

“That’s quite a responsibility.” Marc replied. “He seems very sure you could persuade me not to file a complaint.”

Maria blushed for the first time. “He thinks I could deal with any course of action you felt necessary.”

Marc leaned back in the sofa. This meeting had turned out completely different than he had expected. Normally he’d been angry that he was left with a cute, young officer to placate him, instead of the high ranking captain who had agreed to their meeting.

This girl Maria however was friendly and had an enjoyable flair about herself. It was hard to stay in a serious mood. “Now that you say it like that.” He said, getting in a teasing mode himself. “There might be other ways to deal with this mess.” The girl leaned closer to listen and he realized she’d been acting nervous this whole conversation.

He leaned back, waiting to hear the offer they had planned for him. He was sure now that there would be an offer on the table. Whether he would accept it was to be seen. A suit in his favor could lead to quite a bit of money he knew.

The girl blushed. “Well… I am representing the force today.” She said. “Any consequences for our actions you’d prefer… They would fall onto me. Personally I was thinking about something less official, perhaps more personal? I heard you have some peculiar preferences when it comes to discipline.”

Marc fell back in his seat. Did she really just offer what he thought she did? “Are you asking me to drop the complaint so that the department and thus you can pay for the mistake in another way, a way of my choosing?”

The girl nodded. “That’s what I’m suggesting.”

“And you know what kind of discipline I would select if I were to agree to this suggestion.” Marc asked.

“We found some information on your laptop regarding your preferences and I’m fully willing to accept the consequences of our actions in name of our department.” The girl said, her voice a mix of suspense and excitement.

Had her captain arranged this? Marc wondered. If they had access to his computer, and if this young lady was responsible for the mistake it did seem possible they had coerced her to sacrifice herself like this.

“Is captain Reynolds forcing you to do this?” He asked, he didn’t want to be part of this if it was being forced upon her.

The girl blushed but quickly shook her head. “It was his idea.” She said, choosing finally for honesty. “But it was my own choice to go trough with it.”

Marc breathed deeply. That meant there was no reason not to go through with it. Of course he’d have to give up the complaint; but he didn’t really care for the money and it was much more fair to punish the one person who had made the mistake, who was sitting right here in front of him.

Having already felt his erection grow and his excitement take hold of him, he knew it would be too hard to decline her offer anyway. “So you did the paperwork on my case, right?” He asked.

Maria nodded. “Yes.” Still not a real lie, though leaving out the fact that the mistake had been made before her participation.

“Well in at case, yes, I think I do prefer giving you a good spanking instead.” Marc said.

Maria got up slowly as mr Peeters commanded her. It was too late to run now, but even if she’d been able to make up her mind, her own body wouldn’t have listened as it slowly made its way across his knee.

Her uniform’s skirt was quite short and Marc easily pushed it out of the way. She wore plain cotton panties that decently covered her bottom, she wondered whether her bottom would still be a bit pink after her spanking from Jason that morning.

Marc’s hand grabbed her bottom softly, rubbing it up and down over her panties. It seemed he was gauging her reaction, she replied with a soft moan she could not suppress.

Finally, when she started to think he might just fondle her forever, he grabbed her panties and pulled them down.

Maria blushed deeply as her bottom was bared and the cool air found the private area between her legs that was hot, wet and completely exposed. Marc didn’t mention it, but she could feel the erection under her tightening at the view.

He hit her then, a soft wide-palmed smack across her left cheek. More smacks landed, but all they did was turn her on even more.

She wondered how many girls he had spanked before, but before she could ask, the force of his smacks increased. They landed harder and harder across her behind, until each of them made her moan or squirm.

“That’s better.” Marc said, when he had her wiggling and gasping for breath across his knee. The smacks came quickly now, one after the other, turning her bottom bright pink, her buttocks bouncing beneath the onslaught.

Maria squealed as a couple more send a sharp sting through her buttocks. “Please, not so hard.” She begged.

But more and more of his smacks landed hard on her backside. “This isn’t a fun spanking, young lady.” He replied to her pleas. “I have to make sure you’re not just enjoying yourself and I’m sure your cute little butt can take it.”

Each time his hand hit her backside after that, she responded with a squeal. The color of her bottom had turned red and Maria was starting to regret her decision. Her bottom was already sensitive, prepped by Jason for a day of squirming behind her desk, this long session across Marc’s knee reignited that pain and it wouldn’t be over until he was satisfied. And yet she hadn’t even done anything wrong.

Still, she did not have much time to evaluate her choices as the burning sensation in her behind, constantly refreshed by more smacks, had her otherwise occupied.

“Take off your uniform.” Marc said as he finally let her off his lap. While Maria had started to rethink her decisions, he had grown more self-assured. The young officer did not argue, her bottom glowed red and put her in a submissive mindset that smothered any resistance she might have had otherwise. Still, she blushed deeply when she was done and he could finally admire her fully.

“Bend over the desk.” He said.

Maria moved across the room to bend over her boss’ desk. Fully naked she truly realized how vulnerable she was. Jason never made her undress, preferring to see her in uniform. What if her captain was to walk in right now?

Marc swallowed deeply. Shortly he enjoyed the view, feeling how his pants were too small for him. He wished he could just unzip them right now and take her while she lay there.

That’s not why they were there however. Instead he picked up the leather belt that had been part of the girl’s uniform and moved behind her. He didn’t hesitate as he swung it through the air, striking her bottom, painting a broad red stripe. Three, four more times he swung it and each time she squealed.

“Please stop. Please, no more!” She begged.

Marc stopped and took a pause, drinking in the sight of her naked body. “I will stop.” He said.

The girl shivered under his touch as he let his fingers explore her, trailing down her bottom, up her legs and up along the inside of her thighs.. She was still wet and he no longer felt satisfied with just spanking her.

“However, while spanking you did bring me some satisfaction, it doesn’t feel like proper compensation for what was done to me. The police-department got its punishment, but what did I get? I still want you to give me something, to show me you wish to make up for your actions.”

The girl squirmed when his fingers touched her sensitive red cheeks. “What do you want?” She asked.

His hand slipped between her legs, finding her wet pussy between her fingers. “This.” He said.

“No.” She pulled away.

Marc let go, not touching her without her permission. “Fine, I guess it’s finally time for negotiation.” He said, walking back to the sofa’s.

Maria followed him, when she sat down, squirming softly when her bottom touched the leather, he thought it would be hard to concentrate with her so naked, right in front of him.

“Do you have a different offer?” He asked.

“No sex.” Maria replied.

“That’s not really an offer.”

The girl blushed. “I could use my mouth.”

Samuel closed his eyes and breathed deeply. It wasn’t every day a pretty naked girl offered her services like that, definitely not a freshly spanked young police officer.

“I would’ve enjoyed being able to see your freshly spanked bottom while I fucked you on the desk.” He said, not wanting to give in too easy.

“I could kneel in front of the mirror.” The girl said, indicating the office’s glass wall.

Marc smiled. “Fine, but I want you to wear the cap, stockings and scarf from your uniform, so I can see exactly who it is that’s kneeing for me.”

When Maria finally knelt in front of him, wearing the few attributes and her red bottom visible in the mirror Marc felt as if he was in a dream. It didn’t take the girl long to make him come and lick his juices from her lips.

Maria was fully dressed again and there were no signs left of what had happened when she called for captain Reynolds – except that she still squirmed a bit when sitting down.

“I hope you had a good conversation with my officer mr. Peeters.” He said when he joined them. “I must apologize for not making it in time myself.

Marc shook his hand. “It was a very… interesting, conversation.” He answered, making Maria blush. “Actually, she managed to convince me to drop my complaint.”

They talked a bit more, while Maria just listened in, trying not to blush or squirm in her seat too much. Finally, when Marc left, she was alone with the captain.

“You did a great job, Maria.” He said. “You really helped the force today.”

Maria blushed. “Glad to be of assistance.”

“I’m glad to hear you say that.” Reynolds replied. “I have another offer for you.”

Maria smiled hesitantly, his previous offer had her sitting sorely right now.

“I want to promote you to sergeant and make you head of the complaints department.”

Maria was too surprised to think, she was too young for such a promotion. “Why?”

“It will be your job to find unique ways to lower the amount of complaints we get, and if you don’t succeed at that it will be your ass on the line. Literally. But you’ve shown me today that your ass can take it, so that’s why I want you for the job.”

Maria blushed. “What makes you think something like today could work again?”

“You were just an officer today, imagine if someone could spank the sergeant of the complaints department… There comes a nice salary with the sergeants badge as well. Besides, I didn’t mean you should get spanked for every complaint. I want you to find unique ways of dealing with them, based on the person you’re dealing with.”

Maria hesitated, the leather sofa reminding her of her stinging bottom, but also of the benefits of a promotion. Her desk-job wasn’t going anywhere, and she had enjoyed it a bit hadn’t she? “Ok.” She said. “I will do it.”