Crime & Punishment
by Katrina

I’d seen him only a few times before that Friday. He recently rented the apartment across from mine, and sometimes he’d flash a big smile at me whenever we passed in the hallway. It was obvious that he worked out because his biceps were huge and hard. Arms and chests really turn me on, if you want to know the truth. And a police uniform. Jake had all three.

In fact, he looked rather hunky in his tight blue shirt, dark pants, and big leather belt. It sounds pretty silly, but the first time I saw him in uniform, I felt all squishy inside. I’m sure he noticed how red my face was and how I could barely stammer my "good morning."

Well, if I felt like a high school kid that day, things got more interesting by the end of the week. Friday evening, as I was pulling my car into the last available parking space, I managed to put a nice long scratch in the car next to me. Naturally, it had to be Jake’s, and I knew he would easily figure out who was responsible. I had to tell him.

But maybe he wouldn’t be quite so mad if I showed up looking a bit disarming and contrite. By the time I knocked on his door, I’d changed into a short leather skirt and a tight V-neck sweater that gave a good look at my cleavage. When he opened the door (still in his police uniform!), I put on my best little-girl pout and said, "I hope you won’t be too upset, but I’ve done something rather naughty."

As I’d hoped, he couldn’t take his eyes off my chest. "Well, come on in and tell me about it," he said, indicating a place on the sofa. I sat down next to him, curled my legs under me, and explained about the scratch. "I’m sure my insurance will cover it," I said, looking up at him soulfully, "but they’ll probably raise my rates now."

Jake thought seriously for a minute, rubbing his chin and frowning. "You know," he said slowly, "I think there’s a way you can pay for the damage without affecting your insurance." I looked at him quizzically. He continued, "You need some kind of punishment."

Did he really mean what I thought? I wanted to protest, but at the same time I was strangely drawn to the idea. My voice squeaked, "Okay. Whatever you want."

First, Jake said, all my clothes had to come off. Every stitch. But slowly, so he could watch. With a little nervousness, I pulled my sweater over my head and then unzipped my skirt, letting it fall to the floor. I stood there for a moment in just my lace bra and panties before stepping out of my high heels. Then I reached behind my back, unhooked my bra, and let my breasts tumble out. I almost wanted to cover my nipples with both hands, but before I could react, Jake was already standing behind me, slipping his hand into the front of my panties.

"You’re really wet!" he mumbled as he rubbed two fingers between my pussy lips. "I like a woman who’s eager. Now take off your panties and get on all fours with your ass in the air."

I was afraid of what would happen next, but I obeyed. My pussy was practically dripping down the inside of my thighs. Jake left the room for a moment and then returned with a box. From inside, he pulled a Tush Teaser vibrating butt plug and a couple of black nylon restraints. He wrapped the restraints around my wrists and thighs, and then snapped them together. All I could do was kneel. Jake pushed my torso forward, so my upper body was lying on the sofa while my wrists were attached to the ankle restraints.

"Just relax now," he said, lubricating the butt plug and pushing it into my tight opening. It took a little effort, but little by little, I managed to take in the whole thing. When Jake turned it on, I thought I would come right there.

"Not now," he said, turning the vibration down. "You need your whipping first."

I thought he would use his bare hand, but he really did mean a whipping! Jake showed me a bundle of black leather thongs attached to a sturdy handle. I’d seen something like it in the movies. A cat-o’-nine-tails, it was called. I didn’t know whether to try and escape or not.

Jake bent over me and kissed my quivering ass. Then he struck me with the whip. Gently at first, and them with increasing strength. Each time, he would kiss my butt and then whip the same spot, moving from place to place until my entire ass had been struck. I could feel Jake’s cool lips on my skin, hear the whistle as the whip went through the air, and then feel the heat of the leather.

"Spread your legs!" he ordered as he flicked the thongs against the insides of my thighs and even far forward to wet them with my pussy juices. My nipples grew so tight and hard that I almost couldn’t stand the ache as I buried my face into the sofa pillows. I wanted him to stop, and yet I wanted him to keep going.

When he decided I’d had enough, Jake ripped his own clothes from his body. He’d already attached a nubby-surfaced cock ring to his throbbing prick, keeping it high and hard. "Suck on it," he commanded. I didn’t think I could get the whole thing into my mouth, but with some effort, I managed to make it fit. I ran my tongue up and down the shaft, pausing to nibble on the delicate underside where it meets the head. I wanted to caress his balls, but my hands were still tied, so I almost inhaled them into my mouth.

Suddenly Jake removed my wrist restraints, turned up the vibration in my butt plug, and pushed his cock into my soaking pussy again and again. I knew instinctively that he could feel the buzz through the walls of my love tunnel. In a blinding flash of stars, he exploded into me, pressing the textured cock ring against my clitoris. My entire body felt electrified, pulsating in a way I’d never known. It was heaven and hell at the same time. He must have come three times because I couldn’t hold all his juice. It just spilled into the crack of my ass and puddled onto the carpet. But I still wanted more.

And I get it. Every week. Now my ass receives the attention it deserves because Jake has all kinds of restraints, and his night stick is something to behold.