Jail Bird

Continued from: Busted!

Once the officers escorted Russell into my kitchen, still in handcuffs and pant-less, I surveyed the state of his bare ass. They told me all about the traffic stop, the reckless speeding and how Russell elected "administrative discipline" as an alternative to jail. 

They also told me that immediately before his spanking and humiliation, he was...ummm...recklessly aroused. 

"Oh he WAS, was he?" I angrily glared in Russell's direction. 

"He's going to be put in jail, Officers, I assure you! And I'm sorry he drove dangerously." I said to the two policewomen. 

"Jail, Ma'am?" Officer Summers asked curiously. 

"Yes Officer, my jail has metal bars too...and I assure you it is quite inescapable." 

I held out my hand to reveal the gleaming stainless bars of a chastity cage. 

"Can you restrain him for me please, Officers? This should help with that nasty erection issue you told me about.”

The girls held both of his arms securely, as I pulled Russell's balls through the base-ring and slid the tubular metal over his flaccid cock.  

"Look!" Officer Cassidy said cheerfully, "it’s a jail bird!” 

"Corner! Young man!" I barked at him.

"Oh...?!" Officer Summers replied, sounding curiously shocked. 

I started the coffee maker and invited the two of them to remove their hats and sit. 

"Yes, Officer Summers, we practice certain forms of discipline in this home, that appear to be in alignment with the roadside justice you two administered." I explained to them. 

"Cornertime and spankings are lengthy and frequent under this roof, Officers." I continued. 

"About the roadside justice, Ma'am. We thoug..." Cassidy tried to justify their actions but I interrupted her before she had a chance to continue. 

"Is spanking and belt-whipping speeders a common practice in policing, Officers? I’m sure it would likely help, all of society, but it sounds super off-the-books.”

"Ummm, no Ma'am...but he agreed and we were just having fun." Summers sheepishly said. 

"Fun? I think it's called abuse of process actually, discreditable conduct and breach of trust." I hissed at the two brazen officers. 

They were both looking fairly scolded and ashamed at this point, with Russell listening to all of this play out, from his own position of shame and humiliation in the corner. I decided to go for it. 

"You! Blondie...sit right there." I pointed to the loveseat and directed Summer to sit. 

"Officer Cassidy, get across my lap young lady." I ordered, as I dragged her by the wrist toward the couch and tipped her over my knee. 

Her position forced her little poly-cotton, police pants to pull tightly across her juicy butt. It looked like a beautiful target, despite that fact that her belt-worn kit was digging into my thigh. Officer Summers watched from the other sofa, as I spanked her cute partner over my knee. 

"Officer Summers, you're next. Get over here." I snipped to my cosplaying wife. 

Summer's arse looked equally as gorgeous in the police pants. Way too much protection from a spanking but what a visually appealing target! Yum!

I let Russell listen from his corner, as the dull smacks and little whimpers continued. Eventually I had him turn and face us. 

"These two apparently like having a little 'fun', young man. Would you show them to our bedroom and help them out of their uniforms for me?" I purred to all three of them. The girls smiled, while Russell had a look of desperate arousal on his face. 

When I joined the three of them in the bedroom, I was met with this scene: 

"I see you put your handcuffs to good use, Officers?" 

My two little cops giggled and slid closer to one another on the couch. 

"How long have you two been with the Force?" I asked them. 

"Only three years, Ma'am." Officer Summers responded. Officer Cassidy nodded in concurrence. 

"Still rookies then? Rookies who would be fired if anyone found out about your roadside justice I would imagine?" I asked.

They didn't respond. This was all for Russell's torment anyway, as he listened helplessly from the bed, his cock twitching within the metal bars of his cell. 

"It must get lonely out there at night, just the two of you, for 12-hours in a cruiser.? Do you two ever...you know?" I probed into their partnership at work and whether or not they've ever explored.

Cassandra picked-up on what I was doing right away and answered in character. 

"Ohhh, no. No Ma'am. We both have boyfriends." Officer Cassidy replied. 

"I see." I responded, raising an eyebrow in the process. 

"Well, if you don't want me going to the media about your discreditable conduct, kiss her. Kiss your partner on the lips for me." I threatened. 

I heard Russell groan in desperation from the bed. The girls smiled and scooched closer to one another. They knew what I was up to now, torturing Russell with a little forced-lezzie masquerade. 

"See girls. It's not so bad is it?" I purred to them. 

I had Officer Cassidy stand and remove her panties, which I turned inside out to expose the damp, inner gusset. It seems she gave herself a good saturating during her light spanking. 

I walked over to Russell and mashed the panties into his mouth to gag him, gusset first, before returning to the girls. 

"Alright Blondie, you get back there and you lick her butt!" 

When Russell heard me give this order, he groaned into the delicate lace of Cassie's panties. His groans were now competing with Officer Cassidy's groans, as her diligent partner was really going to town with her tongue.

After watching the two PW's (police-women) explore each other's bums, I decided to join the action. Russell was able to watch and listen to both of them take turns going down on me. 

"Fuck my wife will you? How's that locked up cock of yours, silly man?" I thought to myself, as I trembled and came onto Summer's pouty lips. 

This was the REAL punishment for Russell, for banging my wife. This was my sweet, vindictive revenge!

After several rounds of crippling orgasms for all of us, the girls logged-off with dispatch for the night and skipped off to shower together. 

I crawled onto the bed like a Lynx, twirling Russell's sensitive nipples and rubbing my soaked pussy against his cock-cage. 

"Remember when you used to fuck me like this?" I said, while launching his legs onto my shoulders. "Remember how you use to tie me to the bed the same way? You were a great teacher, Russ, but look at you now!?”

"Do you remember how you used to gag me and put plugs in my ass, then let me ride your tongue?" I continued to tease. Russell just smiled and whimpered, his cock was trying to burst from the metal cage. 

"I'll unlock you right now and you can take me. You can take me like you used to, Sir. Gagged, bound, whipped and fucked. I'm all yours, Master..." I purred to him. 

I leaned in and put my hand over his mouth so he couldn't respond right away. 

"Provided," I hissed into his ear, "you celebrate Locktober this year."

Hehe! Aren't I a little she-devil or what? 

Poor Russ! 

What an awful, wonderful decision to have to make!

Mistress Andrea

xoxo

Continued in: Old Flame

 

 

  

 

 

Busted!

Continued from: Good cop, Bad cop

When Russell and I used to play back in the day, we didn't quite dabble in roleplay. Yes, I was frequently in a schoolgirl uniform but no one was the "Principal", I hadn't cheated on a test, nor was I caught smoking in the girl's room. I was dressed in that manner because it was more vulnerable and humiliating for an adult woman, then I was spanked for real-life reasons, rather than roleplay. 

Russell had my implied or at least my suggested permission, when I first asked him about the hall-pass night with my wife. Could I really punish him for this? He didn't come right out an ask me directly, "Ma'am, are you sure you're ok if I have sex with Summer?" I guess this is what I was a little miffed about, but...I was having a difficult time processing a real punishment, for an idea that I approached him with. 

Nevertheless, he thinks he's going to get punished. He read me a Miss Julie story about how he wants to be punished. I guess we can do a roleplay for this one, since there's cosplay involved anyway. 

Miss Julie's story that he read aloud to me, with his pants and undies around his ankles, was called "Speeder Punished". 

Once I arranged all the logistics for this scene, I briefed Russell on how it was going to begin but shared no further details.

Out behind the farmhouse that I bought, there is a little plot of land that looks like a park. It "should" be private enough to start the scene here, while still feeling exposed and outdoors. The girls were all dressed and ready to go, I was ready as their dispatcher. It was time to press play. 

Russell...you're about to get busted! 

(Is this issued police equipment now?)

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Russell sat nervously on a park bench, under the watchful eyes of Officer Summers and Officer Cassidy, who had just pulled him over for excessively speeding. The diesel exhaust from the nearby tow-truck was offensive to his senses, as he watched his M5, BMW getting loaded onto the flatbed.

"You can seriously be arrested for just speeding?!" He pleaded with the stunning and youthful, brunette policewoman. 

"When you're travelling 106 in a 50, yes you can. It's called dangerous driving." She replied, sounding genuinely pissed off. 

"And how long do you have to take my car for?" Russell whined to them. 

"The impound for stunt driving is 14 days, Mr. Burnett." The shockingly beautiful, blonde policewoman said. 

"Please no! I can't go to jail. I can't lose my car for 14 days, I need that...for work, Ma'am." He began to plead more desperately with Officer Summers. 

"There must be some other way? It was just speeding Ma'am." He mewled to Officer Cassidy. 

Officer Cassidy immediately snarled back at him. "Just speeding!? You were a danger to not only yourself but everyone else on the road! Don't you 'just speeding' me you motherfu..."

"CASSIDY!" 

Officer Summers shouted, snapping her back into her role of professionalism, before she went too far. 

"Keep your cool, Officer", Summers said to her brunette partner. "He looks like the sort who would complain about us, or rat us out...even if we DID give him a break." 

"Please NO! That's not me! Honest!" Russell resumed his whining to the officers, as he suddenly stood from his seated position. "I wouldn't say a thing, if you'd just give me a break." 

"SIR YOU NEED TO CALM DOWN, are you in crisis?!" Officer Cassidy barked at him. "Turn around and put your hands behind your back, NOW!" 

"These are for your safety as well as mine." Cassidy said to him, as the metal handcuffs chattered down upon Russell's wrists. (Summer was covering her mouth to hold in a giggle-fit, watching Cassandra absolutely nail her role). 

Summers turned to Cassidy and smirked. Russell, for the first time, saw a small glimmer of hope as her playfulness started to shine through her rigid uniform. 

"Remember the alternative thing we always talk about doing to speeders, instead of jail and tickets?” Summers asked Cassidy. 

"You think? Him?" Officer Cassidy responded. 

Russell interrupted immediately. "Yes, ME! There's an alternative to jail? And not having my car towed? 

"There is." Officer Summers purred, her tone far more devious and seductive. 

"It's called administrative discipline", Cassidy added. 

"What's administrative discipline?" Russell asked nervously. 

With his hands still cuffed behind his back, Officer Summers sat beside him and very bluntly said, "it's a good, old fashioned, belt whuppin". 

She ran her gloved-hands across the glossy-looking police belt that housed her kit and weaponry. 

"This was my Daddy's old police belt. Heavy-duty leather and well seasoned, unlike that nylon crap the new kids wear." Summer explained. 

Russell gulped in fear but the thought of going to jail and losing his car, quickly swayed his decision. 

"A whuppin'....like a spanking Ma'am?" He meekly asked. 

"That's right, Lead-Foot, on the bare too!" Officer Cassidy interjected. "You're not going to puss-out, half-way through are you. Or tell on us are you?" 

Russell hung his head in shame, contemplating his options. Cassidy could see where his decision making was heading and went to speak to the tow-truck driver, who was none too impressed with losing this tow and the subsequent impound fees. 

"I said TAKE the car off the flatbed greaseball, before I do a commercial inspection on your truck over there," Office Cassidy threatened, her female dominance now oozing from every pore.

As Officer Cassidy was arguing with the tow-truck driver, Officer Summers had removed her utility belt and was beginning to slide all the pouches and equipment off of it, placing them in the trunk of the car. 

She returned to Russell, the supple, antique belt now doubled over and held firmly in her right hand. 

"Well Mr. Burnett, what's it gonna be?" 

"I...I don't want to go to jail Ma'am", he muttered out, his bottom lip beginning to quiver. 

Summer leaned her chin toward her shoulder-mounted radio and simulated a call to dispatch, the role I was playing from home with a corresponding radio.

"Sierra 2-12..."

Sierra 2-12, go ahead

"Could you mark myself and Sierra 4-19 on an admin screen. 30 minutes please." 

Copy, Sierra 2-12, admin, Terrace View Park?

"Stand and strip from the waist down, you can leave your socks on. This is happening right HERE!" Officer Cassidy ordered, having dismissed the tow driver and unlocked Russell's handcuffs. 

"Looks like he was concealing a substantial weapon, Officer." Summers said to Cassidy, as they both giggled. Russell's face burned with embarrassment, as his true feelings about this situation were now revealed to the beautiful policewomen. 

Officer Summers quickly wrangled poor Russell right across her knee, exposed and on the park bench, out in the open. She pinned his erection between her thighs and reached for his support arm, to pin behind his back. 

She spoke about his speeding as she spanked, explaining this was only a mere warm-up, to prepare his buttocks for the belting. 

After about five minutes straight, Officer Summer's hand was beginning to sting. Like any good police partnership, Officer Cassidy was right there to assist. She tagged-in and carried on for another solid five minutes. 

"I think he's ready for the belt, Officer." Cassidy said to Summers. 

"Are you sure you don't want to go to jail Mr. Burnett? You'd like to continue with administrative discipline?" Officer Cassidy confirmed with him. 

"Plea...please continue Ma'am, I'll take the belting." Russell sniveled, as he was gingerly allowed off Officer Cassidy’s' strict lap. 

The two officers re-cuffed his wrists in the front this time, and bent him over the back of the park bench. They told him to reach for and grab the slats of the seat, so he was forced up on his tip-toes. 

Officer Summers accessed her belt and rested the surprising weight of it onto the small of Russell's back. 

"56 lashes Mr. Burnett...for every kilometer you were over the speed limit in MY town!" Officer Cassidy hissed, as she handed down this intimidating sentence. 

Officer Summers made him count every stroke and apologize to her. 

"Fouteen! I'm sorry Ma'am." 

"Fif-TEEN! Owwwch! I'm sorry Ma'am." 

Around 45, his blubbering obscured the remaining counting. During the last 11 lashes, Officer Cassidy started packing things up and gathering his pants and shoes, which she placed in a large evidence bag. 

His cuffs remained at the front and he was mashed into the back of a car, still naked from the waist down, despite his socks. 

"Wha...where are you taking me now?!" He sniveled to the officers. 

"Home of course," Officer Cassidy chirped. 

"We need to turn you over to the care of your wife." Officer Summers added. 

"But my pants!" He pleaded with them. 

"You were concealing a LARGE weapon in those...your pants are evidence now." Cassidy replied, both girls now laughing at how deeply engaged they were in the scene. 

Now it was my queue. I was about to take centre stage for the rest of this hot-mess. The doorbell rang and I answered.  

"Mrs. Burnett? Does this belong to you?" 

The young brunette officer spoke, as I answered the door and took in the shocking sight before me. (The girls looked super adorable!)  

I looked at their name tags. 

"Officer Summers, Officer Cassidy...cute." I chuckled. 

"And YOU, Mister! Where the hell are your pants?!" I snapped toward Russell who didn't respond, he just lowered his head. 

"Please, come inside officers, it appears we have much to discuss..."

Mistress Andrea

xoxo 

Continued in: Jail Bird

 

 

   

 

Good Cop, Bad Cop

Continued from: A Score to Settle

The weekend came to an end and I was pleased to see Russell back in my office, early Monday morning, holding his e-reader. If you remember from the last installment, he was under strict instructions to purchase Miss Julie's new e-book, read it entirely, then report back to me with his "favourtie" story. 

A Collection of F/m spanking stories by Miss Julie

The twist...whatever story he chooses from all of these wonderful tales, I am ACTUALLY going to met-out on his bare backside, in as close to the style and manner captured by Miss Julie's fiction, which was all F/m and awesome!

Russell looked like a naughty little boy, vulnerable and embarrassed, standing before me in his morning-wood, jammie-pants.

"Ma'am..." He whispered to me, his voice trembling.

"Ummm, there's a story about two female police officers." His face blushed as he spoke. 

"Go on..." I replied. 

"May I read it to you please Ma'am?" Russell politely asked me. 

"This story represents the type and theme of punishment that you would like from me?" I asked him, my tone firm. 

"Yes Ma'am." He replied, and began to read the title out loud to me. 

"AH AH! Hold it right there Mister. You remember my instructions from last week! Pants and undies at your ankles while you read to me, young man!" I snipped to him. 

Russell obeyed and relieved himself of his pants and underwear, then humbly stood before me and began to read this spicy chapter of Miss Julie's book. 

I was listening, but I was also staring directly at his flaccid cock, waiting for it to begin erecting. I was using his shamefully exposed dick like a barometer, watching it ebb and flow with arousal as he read.

Sometimes he'd hit a keyword in the story, a trigger for him, especially when hearing it aloud in his own voice. Words like "spanking", "strapping" and "belt" seemed to...ummm, raise his interest, literally. Haha.

I'd throw my two cents in occasionally, just to tease and embarrass him further.

"Ooo, the brunette cop in this story sounds spicy!" I cooed to him. 

"She did what to his backside?" I'd ask, just to make him repeat a trigger line in the story.

"So...two lady-cops huh?" I was picturing the below, but I don't think that's the spirit of what Miss Julie was trying to capture in this steamy story. 

When Russell finally finished reading to me, I leaned back in my chair with a look of deep thought on my face.

"This will take a bit of logistics young man, but I have an idea." I said as the corners of my lips curled into a mischievous grin.

"Put your pants back on and remove yourself from my office." I dismissively said, as I became more stern with him. 

He stammered out a "yes Ma'am...th...thank you, Ma'am". 

I was still deeply in thought, working out the intricate planning required for a scene like this. I needed two female cops. Or...two females dressed up like cops. Hehe. I could think of no one better to play out Miss Julie's story than Summer and Cassandra! 

These two pieces-of-work just spent all weekend at FanExpo in Toronto. I think they deliberately tried to make their cosplay as slutty as possible each day they attended this nerd-concert, or whatever goes on there. 

Oh, by-the-way, Cassie abandoned the blonde look and went back to dark. Raven-black hair looks MUCH better on her!  

I think these two will make a good police partnership. Cassie is absolutely wild, she can be "bad-cop". Summer is sweet and darling, maybe the "good-cop"? 

However, when these two get together they feed off one another and suddenly we may end up with two "bad-cops". Or good, depending on your perspective. 

When I told them about the idea, Summer absolutely squealed with excitement. Cassandra responded as she usually does to most things at my Facility. "ya that sounds fuckin' hot Mistress, I'm in."

Handcuffs and phallically-shaped batons. Big, thick leather police belts, all combined with two squealing and excited vixens! Ohhh Russell. Ohhh you're so in for it! 

I'm not going to spoil-alert Miss Julie's works of fiction or this story in particular. I suggest you buy a copy and have a read. Then you'll get a little preview of what poor Russell is in for. 

There was one component missing though. To emulate the story in the style Miss Julie prepared it. Once the sexy police ladies are done with Russell they bring him home to his F-L-R "wife" for a stern...umm..."talking to". 

*Sigh* 

I guess that'll have to be me. *wink*

Let's see, what I'm trying to capture here. Angry, kinda cute, subdivision wife? I think I can pull that off. 

UGG boots, check. 

Costco membership, check. 

Starbucks? Yup. 

Yoga pants, check.

The "I'd like to speak to the Manager" style of bitchy glasses? Check!

Yep...I got this! 

Anyone want to trade places with Russell?? Ohhhh boy, I do not wish I was him right now. I'll be sure to tell and show you, every juicy detail in the next post. 

Just to tide you over however, I'll give you a preview of how Miss Julie's story went. When the day of his session arrived my doorbell rang (as part of our script).

And this is what I see. The young and attractive brunette officer spoke first, "Ma'am, does this belong to you?"

To be continued...

Mistress Andrea

xoxo

Continued in: Busted