Cop that!

I knew he had a thing for domestic discipline and corporal punishment, so I decided to search for a sexy cop outfit. I spent ages searching for the perfect one and once I ordered it online I began taunting him about what I had bought. I told him I had spent nearly $100 on something for play. I told him that it wasnt something he would use. When it arrived he was interstate so I sent a photo of the package to his phone so he could see the size of it. Then I told him I had to check if it “worked” (ie fitted). I spent the next week enjoying dropping hints about the what I had bought, but only hints I knew wouldnt allow him to guess what it was. We scheduled Wednesday afternoon in for play and I had told him it would take me awhile to set it up.

I asked him to check his letter box again before coming in. This time he would find a letter – a “Notice of infringement”.

“Dear Mr Vanilla Spanko. Your vehicle was recorded on some day(s) this week, on some road in the state, doing a speed in excess of the speed limit. You are hereby summonsed to attend court presided by Mistress VS on (date) at (location) where your punishment will be determined. Please proceed to the entrance from whereupon you will be escorted. Yours sincerely, Ms Vanilla Spankos, Jurisdiction of the Kinky Counsel”.

When he arrived home I raced to the door and peered through the peep hole and watched him giggle as he read the letter. He approached the door giggling. I felt so vulnerable! I felt like a turkey dressed up at Christmas… only it wasnt Christmas! My worst fear was that he would take one look at me and laugh. I told him I wouldnt let him in until he stopped laughing. He regained composure, and still nervous as hell I let him in, hiding myself behind the door as I opened it. The I directed him to put his hands up against the wall and I asked if he was carrying any weapons on his body. He said no so I patted him down and then opened his bag and pulled out the new paddle I knew he had brought home that afternoon. “Whats this? I thought you werent carrying a weapon”.

He told me earlier in the day that he had had a very stressful time at work. So I revised my plan for the afternoon and decided to take things slowly to help him get into his subbie role. I ordered him to strip then and there and then I walked him with his hands behind his back to the bathroom where I ordered him to shower with the curtain open so I could observe him.

After the shower I instructed him to kneel before me And I told him that the court was open to persuasion should he think of anything he could do which may help his case. He seemed confused. I tried to clarify by indicating that should he think of anything he could do to please me then his punishment may be reduced. He still seemed confused and seemed to panic. He suggested he could kiss my feet so I allowed him to do this, then subtracted one from his tally. When I asked if there was anything else he really freaked out “like what?”. He was unable to think of anything else and seemed quite stressed about the pressure so I told him that we would begin the punishment but that he would have another opportunity to better his case later on.

I worked him for a long time. Somewhere close to 45 minutes. I used a large number of implements including the crop, two floggers, the new paddle, a strap, a sensual chain and my hand.

But I have a feeling he will again run into trouble with the law ;)

Sheriff’s in town

I had previously anticipated this Wednesday evening – a special session, one she had primed me for with the fear of punishment having ordered me to write down all my misdemeanours from the Sunday till that Wednesday night. I did so, although I failed to email her that list by midday Wednesday as she had also ordered. I paid for that forgetfulness later – although as it so happens I was at the post office picking up our new paddle when she texted me to let me know I had forgotten to send her the list. Ironic.

So I knew she’d bought something that she was planning to use that evening – something that “took a long time to set up”. I had no idea. I thought butt plug, strap-on … but I knew I was wrong, I knew I wouldn’t be able to guess.

I get home Wednesday around 6pm. A text message as I pull up ordering me to check the letter box. I do so, expecting to find the collar with a note that would require me to humilate myself even more than last time (did I mention a neighbour actually saw me putting the collar on for that other session). Not the case. Instead just a printed note (which you can see a bit of at the top of this blog post) … a Summons from the “court” ordering me to present myself for punishment for the crimes of speeding – a crime I had indeed confessed to in my manifest of misdemenours (which although I missed the deadline for I still ended up delivering).

I sidle on up to the door and knock nervously – and start giggling. She’s on the other side of the door, and also starts giggling. Doesn’t do much for setting the mood or me getting into my subbie role. Eventually we calm down and she lets me into the house. I walk into the room, she’s behind the door and closes it after me – and I turn around to see her dressed in a forest green police sherrif’s uniform – well, a variation of; a sexy single piece tight top and short skirt, complete with the sunglasses and fishnet stockings. Yum.

Up against the door I go and I’m ordered to strip off. Completely. Luckily she’s merciful enough to not launch straight into anything as I’d texted ahead to let her know I’d had a crap day at work and would appreciate some consideration. So she sends me off the shower – and I shower, while she stands in the bathroom and watches me. I feel a little self-concious.

Out of the shower, dry off. Into the lounge, naked. Forced to my knees. Hands cuffed behind my back.

“How many are you getting”

“19″

She alludes to the possibility that the “court” may be subject to … persuasion.

“What are you willing to do to get some taken off your tally?”

What does she mean? What can I do?

I kiss her feet.

“That’s one off. Anything else?”

Not that I can think of. So over the arm of the lounge I go, my legs spread, face down in the cushions.

She works me over with the floggers, riding crop (which she got me up to a nine with several times) and the new paddle. For the purposes of my punishment her hand and the new paddle contributed to the tally, so interspersed with other implements she slowly worked down through the 19. Off to the bedroom for the last few.

Afterwards, the cuffs came off and we cuddled :)