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 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, spreading 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 stupider 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 every time she poked at the tiny anal pucker.
------------------ 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.
God is a magician, Reality His trick, and it's all done with mirrors.
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