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Jailed Girl (MF, nc, spank)
by Bill Majors [no e-mail address]
**
Daren Hughes watched is wife through the slits of the mini blinds from his
darkened office. She was berating his voluptuous secretary for not having
her papers ready.
"Mrs. Hughes, please just come into the Notary's office for the sign off,"
the younger woman said. "You can leave your purse here." Mrs. Hughes
slammed down the coat and purse with impatience and followed the woman.
He watched her bottom move under the too short white knit skirt. What an
ass! Although in the midst of a bitter divorce after nearly 20 years of
marriage, it still turned him on. He smiled.
In those brief moments, Daren Hughes lifted his wife's wallet from her purse
and removed her drivers license, registration, credit cards and money, before
replacing it. She came back and left the office in a huff.
He watched her from the second story window as she walked across the parking
lot, slid her size 18 frame into the Lincoln Town Car and squeal away. She
was under the assumption that the divorce papers HAD to be delivered that
night, and of course her husband was out of town.
She was really pissed! It was a 70 mile drive to HIS attorney.
Daren Hughes came out of his hiding place, thanked his secretary for a job
well done, and then cleared his calendar of all pending defense cases for the
next week. He'd freed many a mobster in his time, and nothing crucial was on
the near horizon. He left.
Diane Hughes had the Town Car pushing 80 miles per hour, when, per the
directions given her, exited at Willow Road. From expressway to two lane
black top. She missed her turn off and had to back up. She guided the big
car down the winding gravel road for miles, snapping off protruding branches
in her haste.
Through the rear view mirror, she saw the red and blue lights flashing
through the haze of dust she had created.
"SHIT!" Diane Hughes screamed out loud, and tried to pull
over as best she could, scraping the cars side against
the under brush.
She watched the Blazer doors open and two uniformed troopers exit. Smokey
Bear Hats, mirrored sun glasses, and off course the swagger. She pushed the
button and lowered the driver window.
"Where's the fire?" the trooper asked, leaning into the window.
(What a dumb fuck! she thought) and proceeded to charm her way out of the
situation with a myriad of excuses.
"Drivers license and registration, ma'am," he replied unmoved.
(SON OF A BITCH! THEY WERE GONE! the thought raced in her brain as she
frantically searched her purse.) Again, the plethora of excuses.
"Step out of the car, ma'am" he ordered, stepping back and placing his hand
on the but of his gun. The door swung open and Diane Hughes pivoted to exit,
giving the trooper a nice shot of some nice looking legs.
"Lean over the hood of the car, ma'am," he ordered.
"I will do not such thing! What is this all about?!!" she screamed at the
two of them.
With not too much effort, the trooper twisted her arms behind her and
slammed her down on the hood of the car.
"The plates on this car were reported stolen," he stated, as he cuffed her
hands behind her back. "You will have to come along with us." he added, and
without warning reached under her skirt and gave her crotch and bottom
several probing and hard squeezes!
"HOW DARE YOU!" she hissed and kicked at the trooper.
"That's assault and resisting arrest, ma'am," and with practiced skill, led
her to the Blazer. Locking her securely in the back, the two troopers drove
off. Diane Hughes screamed indignities at the pair, threatening law suits
from her powerful husband.
The Blazer meandered its way down the twisting road and stopped
at a remote industrial warehouse type building.
"Temporary Highway Traffic Control," the trooper explained to Diane Hughes
as he lead he into the building and to the desk of a uniformed woman.
"Speeding, no license, registration, assault, and resisting arrest," he told
the woman.
"THIS IS RIDICULOUS!" Diane screamed as the big trooper pushed her forward
indicating to follow the woman.
Three free standing and adjacent barred cells were in the back. There were
bars on all four sides as well as over the top. Diane Hughes was uncuffed and
placed in the middle cell. The trooper left. Diane fumed and glared at the
female officer. The black name tag read "M. BAKER".
"Take your clothes off," Baker ordered. "Unless you want me to call for
help," she added, observing Diane Hughes' opened mouth shocked expression.
"Oh, please........" Diane started.
"Look, I know its embarrassing, but it has to be done, and I really don't
want to call for assistance. These guys will tear the clothes off you and
you'll have nothing to wear when you go home. You do want to go home don't
you?" Baker reasoned.
"Yes......yes I do," Diane replied much more subdued.
"Good. Then lets get this over with," Baker replied, and Diane started
removing her clothes! The two "troopers" watched from through the one way
glass.
As each article of clothing was removed, Diane had to hand it through the
bars to Officer Baker. The troopers rubbed their crotches as Diane Hughes
soon stood in just her white bra and panties. A big woman with huge breasts,
an ample belly, and full wide hips tapering to rather slender legs.
"Everything, ma'am," Baker directed, inwardly smiling at Diane's
red faced embarrassment.
Diane Hughes slipped off her remaining two garments and handed them to Baker.
She stood stark naked and utterly humiliated.
"Face me and lift your breasts by the nipples, please," Baker ordered.
Diane Hughes could not believe this was happening as she grabbed hold of her
own nipples and lifted the cantaloupe sized breasts.
"Higher.......lift them higher," Baker spoke.
(OH MY GAWD! Diane groaned in her mind and lifted her breasts much higher
while tightening the grip on her nipples!)
"Good," Baker replied as Diane released her breasts.
"Open your legs wide and pull open your pussy lips," Baker now ordered.
Diane was frozen in shock! "Hurry up Mrs. Hughes, you don't want me to call
in any help do you?" Baker stated and asked.
"Oh no, no don't call anyone!" Diane pleaded, and she spread her legs
and reached down between her legs.
She closed her eyes as she reached into her own vagina and pulled open her
lips!
"A little more," Baker ordered, and Diane almost fainting from humiliation,
took a better grip and spread her sex lips as wide as she could.
"Keep them held open and squat up and down five times."
Diane squatted with her lips held open, opening herself more lewdly than she
could possibly imagine.
"Your doing fine, Mrs. Hughes," Baker smiled, "now hands on your head and
stand on your right leg and hop."
Diane started hoping, conspicuously conscious of how her breasts were
bouncing, and the flesh of her body jiggling.
"Now the left foot," Baker directed, actually amazed that the woman was
actually following her directions without protest!
"Good, very good, ma'am." Baker spoke, "Now turn please."
Diane turned her back to Baker. Baker's eyes wandered over the big full
behind.
"Bend over and pull apart your bottom cheeks," Baker gleefully ordered.
Again, Diane swallowed what little pride she had left and bent over. Then
reaching back pulled open her bottom as wide as she could, hoping to get this
over with as soon as possible!
She could feel Baker's eyes boring a hole into her exposed anus!
"Ok, Mrs. Hughes, put your hands through the bars now," Baker directed.
Diane complied, somewhat relieved at being freed from the humiliating
positions. Her heart pounded as Baker cuffed her wrists outside the cell!
Baker entered the cell and pulled Diane by the hips while directing her to
bend forward. Diane felt herself guided into an "L" shaped position, with
her arms outstretched and hands cuffed to the bars, the huge melons of her
breasts hanging down.
Baker pinched Diane's thighs apart and then to her horror felt her slipping
a lubricated finger into her rectum!
"Just relax, Mrs. Hughes," Baker chided, while sliding her finger, then
two, deeper and deeper up Diane's ass!
She probed and teased the anal canal, rotating and stretching the sensitive
membrane. With her other hand, she used her gel covered fingers to coax
apart the rubbery folds of Diane's sex! She slid them up and down the fat
lips, paying particular attention to the hiding clitoris. Little by little
she teased the small organ from its hooded sheath, until it throbbed with
tumescence. She smiled at Diane's little gasps.
Baker used her fingers and wrists to pull back on Diane and stretch her
arms out taut as she fingered the sensitive orifices simultaneously. She
had Diane swooning with her torturous manipulations, and watched her start
to shake and quiver.
"You OK, Mrs. Hughes?" Baker asked as she used her fingers expertly, sliding
and twisting around the sensitive insides, paying particular attention to the
now engorged clit. She flicked and rubbed it mercilessly.
"Yessssss..." came a somewhat throaty reply.
After a few more well placed strokes and probes, Diane Hughes was in the
throws of orgasm. Baker continued her probes, driving her fingers deep into
the helpless female.
When Diane resumed a more rhythmic, Baker gave her a hard slap to her
bottom.
"Don't be embarrassed, dear," Baker stated, "this
sometimes happens during these exams."
Diane said nothing. Baker tossed her an article of clothing and left the
cell.
Diane unfolded the cloth. A clean but very worn hospital gown! She slipped
her arms into the sleeves and reached around the back for the ties. There was
only one at the center of her back. The gown was much too small, the material
in back not even coming close to closing. Almost her entire bottom remained
exposed! She quickly did the best she could and sat down on the cot, trying
to pull the hem down and keep some semblance of modesty.
Baker, followed by the two troopers and another man entered the room and
approached the cell.
"Stand up Mrs. Hughes," Baker said, "This is Judge
Parker. Diane stood up in the cell then exited as the
door was opened and she was motioned out by the
trooper. She stood in front of the Judge, the
troopers behind her, and Baker to her side holding
her arm. She could hear the troopers whispering
at her exposed bare ass.
"Mrs. Hughes," the Judge addressed her, "the stolen plates on your car has
been an error, but the speeding, assault, and resisting charges remain. Is
there anything else from you people?" he addressed the officers.
"Well, Judge," Baker interjected, "Mrs. Hughes did cum all over my fingers
during the body cavity search."
Anna looked at Baker with mouth agape in shocked embarrassment!!
"Did she now?" the Judge chided.
"Yes sir," moaning and groaning all over the place, Baker smiled,
as the troopers snickered.
"Well, there really is no statute against that, and I see no reason for
additional punishment. Just write it up in the record." The Judge stated.
"Mrs. Hughes for your speeding violation, you will receive six swats of the
paddle on your bare bottom, and an additional four each for the assault and
resisting charges. Fourteen in all. Prepare the prisoner." the Judge
directed.
"NOOOOO! YOU CAN'T MEAN THIS!!! IT'S
PREPOSTEROUS!!! YOU CAN'T BEAT ME!
Diane Hughes screamed as the troopers and Baker
grabbed her by the arms, dragging her to another
room.
In the center of the room was an almost new gymnasium pommel horse, its legs
extended to there maximum.
Baker reached into the neck of Diane's gown and pulled it from her in one
motion.
"OH PLEASE!" Diane screamed trying to cover her nakedness.
The big troopers placed her face down over the horse, her belly resting on
the top of the hard leather. While one held her legs, the other grabbed her
hands and secured them to the metal legs. Then the same to her legs, spread-
ing them almost four feet.
Her feet were completely off the ground and she squirmed to try and see
behind her.
"Proceed with the warm up," the Judge directed, and the two troopers started
a hand slapping of the large spread ass before them. Lightly at first, them
with considerably more authority.
Diane shrieked with shame and indignation as the hands bounced off her
bountiful bum, thighs, and one or two slap right between the legs!
"DAREN! OH DAREN! THANK GOD YOU'RE
HERE! Diane Hughes screamed as she saw her
soon to be ex-husband come into the room.
"THEY ARE BEATING ME TO DEATH!" she
screamed again.
"I am sorry, darling, but I just got the call and came straight from the
airport," he lied, and advanced to his wife. He stroked her fleshy bottom
and squeezed it a little.
"DAREN! WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING??!!"
Diane screamed.
"Oh, just looking," he replied like a window shopper, "It's been
a while since I had a good look. Still sensitive back here?" he added and
asked as he slid his index finger into her anus!
"DAREN!!!!! STOP IT!! GODDAMN YOU!"
Diane screamed as her husbands finger buried itself
to the knuckle.
He pulled out his finger with an audible "plop" to the amusement of the
others.
"I am afraid this court is out of my jurisdiction, but if you don't mind, I
should like to observe," Daren Hughes stated.
"Of course, counselor," the Judge stated, "always willing to help
a colleague. Proceed with the punishment."
"DAREN! YOU CAN'T MEAN THIS! YOU......."
Diane's plea was interrupted by the splat of the paddle
on her bottom.
SPLAT! SPLAT! SPLAT! three in quick succession had her howling like some
injured animal. The large bottom shook and jiggled like so much jello as the
trooper laid on another two swats.
"WAIT" the Judge exclaimed, "who is maintaining the
count?"
The troopers and Baker looked at each other then the judge and shrugged
their shoulders.
"Very well, start again from the beginning," the judge
directed.
Diane, who had a few brief moments to compose herself, now screamed in alarm.
"NO! I CAN'T TAKE ANYMORE!"
The Judge stepped behind Diane and started to knead the cheeks
in two hands, pulling them in opposite
directions and parting them. He insinuated his fingers in between and teased
the little hole. Then slid his fingers to her sex and pinched and fondled.
Diane squirmed under the lewd manipulations, especially when he touched her
overly sensitive inflamed clitoris.
"Everything seems to be in fine working order, madam,"
he addressed Diane, "proceed from the beginning."
SPLAT! the paddle cracked over the fleshy center, then several more blows on
the top and lower portions. A deadly accurate blow to the rounded tender
underside sent Diane into some type of fit, and the trooper stopped as the
judge raised his hand.
"Proceed," he directed as the mild convulsion subsided.
Over and over the paddle mercilessly cracked into her big backside sending
searing stings of pain into her brain. Diane screamed and writhed in agony,
begging, pleading, and promising anything for the paddling to stop. When 10
blows were delivered, the Judge stopped the proceedings.
"I have found it beneficial in the past that the punishment be interrupted
that the subject absorb what has happened and what will be continue shortly.
Please, gentlemen, join in me in my quarters for a bit of refreshment.
Officer Baker will see to the prisoner." he stated and walked from the room,
followed by Daren and the two troopers.
Baker, now alone with the woman again, walked behind her and squatted down.
She gazed at the blistering red bottom then touched it. Diane, in her
stupored state, uttered a soft moan.
"Only four more strokes to go," Baker stated, "and I'll be they will be
really hard ones. You know what the Judge will do when I tell him you tried
to bribe me into helping you escape?" Baker added as she started to pinch
Diane's sex lips.
Diane cringed and remained silent.
"He will probably triple your punishment.....maybe even give you ten days
on the Women's Work Farm." she continued as she slipped her fingers into
Diane's sex hole.
"I know the Warden there. She likes big tits like these," Baker chided as
she went from Diane's sex to her hanging breasts, and started to knead and
pinch them. She pulled and twisted on the nipples, rubbing the large nubs to
erection. She took a firm grip on the nipples and stared to shake them.
Diane shut her eyes and remained silent, hoping that this cruel woman would
tire of her sport. She gave the tits some final shakes and pinches and went
back around to Diane's upturned and very vulnerable ass. Baker started to
goose the exposed anus, smiling as Diane jumped everytime she poked at the
tiny anal pucker.
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SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! Baker started to slap the bare bottom with a
staccato type rhythm.
"NO! PLEASE NO MORE! I CAN'T STAND IT!
Diane screamed.
Just then the men walked back into the room.
"What goes on here," the Judge asked.
"She was being verbally abusive, Your Honor," Baker replied.
"Well, in that case, Officer Baker, you can administer the final four
strokes." The judge directed.
Baker picked up the paddle and with a full swing aimed at the direct center
of the big bottom. With all her force the paddle landed with a sickening
splat. Diane's mouth opened in a wordless shriek. Three more times the
paddle struck the same exact spot, the last delivered with particular
forcefulness.
"There now, Mrs. Hughes, all done." the Judge chided. "I hereby declare
this case closed. Take your wife home, Counselor."
And the Judge, Baker, and the Troopers left.
It had cost Daren Hughes the price of a luxury car to set it all up. But
worth every penny of it. He looked at the blistering red bottom.
"Ready to go home, dear?" he smiled.