Curved Blue Lines - Episode 1: A Policewoman’s Tale Read online

  THWACK

  “Ahhh!!”

  Oh my god that hurt so much! She hit me! She hit me with her belt and she was going to do it again! Oh god, why?!!

  “Count the lashes, Carmela. I start over if you miscount.”

  I was crying, big blubbery tears as my ass burned from such mistreatment. “One,” I said, burying my face in the duvet cover. I can’t believe this is happening. This doesn’t happen to me.

  I heard the second lash coming before it hit and I tried to wiggle my ass away. THWACK! I screamed, thrusting inward.

  She laughed and I hated her then.

  “Are you shaking that ass because you want me to fuck it, Carter?”

  Did I just moan? What is wrong with me? I can’t like what’s she’s doing - it’s sick, it’s degrading and as soon as the fine was settled and paid I’ll -

  THWACK!

  My cries were just wet, silent hiccups now. I can’t take it, I couldn’t.

  I twisted, the cuffs cutting into my arm. She watched me, that fucking belt hanging in her hand. “Please, Officer. I’ll lick your pussy again. I’ll lick it every day. Just, no more beatings, please!”

  She regarded me and shrugged. “I seemed to have lost count of your lashes, Carter. And, since you neglected to count out loud as you were instructed, I’m afraid we will have to begin again. At one.”

  I lost it, crying and thrashing against the cuffs. I was begging, pleading, promising things no woman of class should do. And she watched me, not giving a shit.

  She looked… bored.

  When I quieted her voice was soft but firm. Like a disappointed teacher. “This will be good for you, Carmela. After this you will be a little bit meeker, a little bit more willing to listen to someone other than the running dialogue you have in your head. You may not believe me now, but there will be days when you will beg for my belt.”

  I glared at her through the spacing of my arm on the bed. “Fuck you.”

  She smiled, raising the strap again. “Deal.”

  Three times I lost count and three times I had to start over. On the fourth run I made sure to count, my cries loud and full and sometimes it felt like I couldn’t breathe. But I made sure to count.

  When I yelled ‘Ten’ it was like a release of a giant weight. I fell against the bed, too weak to tremble.

  “There, it’s over now.” I heard her open a drawer twisting the lid to something and the scent of lavender filled the space. A heavenly sensation of soft salve tenderly rubbed onto my sore cheeks.

  “Carmela,” she said mildly. “What is my last name?”

  I had resisted calling her by her last name - the one clearly written on her badge. It was petty, but I didn’t want to give her the satisfaction of knowing I cared. Of hearing me scream it as I begged her.

  Her hands slowed and threatened to remove themselves from my skin. I almost cried at the unfairness of it.

  “Brewer. Your name is Officer Brewer.”

  She patted me on the leg, “Good girl.” and I caught myself smiling, pleased that she was praising me.

  Oh my god, what is happening?

  A hint of her scent made me tremble as she un-cuffed me, placing one handcuff in the drawer. Then she tilted her head, a slow considering smile making me shiver. “Let’s keep one on.” And she cuffed both my hands behind my back.

  “Lay on the bed now, Carmela.”

  Huh? I shifted, seeing her take off her uniform, momentarily startled. Wow. She was gorgeous, how do they let anyone that pretty on a police force? She took off her shirt and I was riveted, seeing the caramel cleavage, the well-defined stomach and waist. She was ripped and I swallowed, wondering what it felt like to kiss along those abs.

  Her fingers hooked her pants, sliding down her rounded hips. Though I had been between her legs before, the sight of it had the same devastating effect on me. I wanted to taste her. Oh god, I wanted to taste her bad.

  She undid her ponytail, hair falling to her shoulders in black waves. And she stood there, hands on her gorgeous waist. Icy green eyes and caramel skin. Sexy smile. “Well? Do I have to repeat myself?”

  I shook my head no, and half crawled onto the bed, my hands cuffed behind my back. I didn’t make it far before she was there, on top of me and climbing higher. The tips of my toes could still touch the floor and she just flipped me over, lowering her face inches from mine.

  Her eyes studied me, making my breath weak.

  “Open your mouth,” she said.

  I did, my body shaking under her.

  Her hand slipped down between my legs and we both shuddered. “So fucking wet. I knew you would be.” Her fingers pushed inside me and I gasped, hips raising off the bed. She circled inside me, watching me, her lips inches from my open mouth. I didn’t dare close it, one look of warning from her was all I needed to leave it open wide.

  She felt unbelievably good inside me. My sore ass making me squirm on the bed and she rode my hips, somehow making me hotter. She slipped another finger inside me, changing the angle until a high pitched noise came from me.

  “There you go, that’s what I needed to know baby.” Her hand slipped from my legs and I made horrible, pitiful needy noises.

  Paying me no mind she stuck her wet fingers in my open mouth. “Lick them clean, Carmela.”

  I sucked them, moaning at the taste. Moaning at the look in her eyes as I drew them in further, almost down my throat.

  “Good girl.” She rose from me and I shook my head, wanting to beg her to finish me but not daring to, instead grabbing the covers under my back. My cuffs jabbing me.

  She nodded, approvingly. “You’ll need to hold on to something,” and she placed her knees on the sides of my head. Grabbed my hair.

  Her pussy hovered over my face, hot swipes against my chin. My tongue darted out, just missing her. I tried again and moaned when my tongue found only air again. She was teasing me, and finally I understood. I raised my eyes to her to wait for her instructions.

  She nodded at me, a teacher pleased at the improvement of a slow to learn student.

  “I’m going to use your mouth to get off, Carmela. You don’t know what that means yet, but the important thing is not to panic.”

  What did she mean - didn’t I get her off yesterday? What was the difference..?

  She pinned my shoulders with her bent legs and lowered her pussy over my mouth. And my nose. I immediately panicked, trying to shake her off. Trying to breath. Her own breath hissed and she rocked against my frantic movements. Pressing her hot pussy harder over my mouth. Every once in a while she would lean back and I could catch a small breath of air through my nose. Then she would lean forward, riding me harder.

  Over and over she did this, watching me with flickering eyes. I struggled. Struggled until my neck grew weak and I just waited for a chance to breath. Then it occurred to me to try and make her cum - I hadn’t even thought to try and make her cum, too panicked to try anything but breathing. I stuck my tongue out and she paused, shivering. “Good girl,” she hissed. And pulled back enough to uncover my nose. She stroked my hair as she rode me. “You are doing very well Carmela.”

  Unconsciously I doubled my efforts. Fucking her with my tongue, timing it with the thrust of her hips. Happy she was letting me breathe on my own. Her wetness was all over me, running down my cheeks, my neck. God, she was hot, riding me like I was something she bought from the mall.

  Her pussy muscles were clenching on my tongue and she looked down, the officer of the law riding my face. “Are you ready for your reward, Carter? Deep breath, now.”

  I did, quickly, and she bent over my face, elbows on the bed above me, pressing the top of my head and her clit - Jesus, her clit was rubbing the tip of my nose, hard little nub pressing down as she gyrated, fucking my entire face.

  My tongue curled and whipped. I need her to cum before I passed out, little swirling gray spots in my vision. I moaned into her and she twitched, tensing. “Oh, Fuck. Again Carter.”

  With my la
st bit of air I moaned again, deeper, and she came, dousing my mouth with hot liquid. I was out of air and still she came onto me, hard legs a vice on my head. I struggled, locking eyes with her. She gave another long slow circle of her hips before she pulled off me.

  I heaved in the air, sputtering and jerking, gasping for breath.

  She stretched luxuriously, watching me struggle. “Such a good girl… “ and she leaned over, nonchalant as anything, sticking two fingers into me and holding down. I gasped, twisting on my cuffs. It was like she found an orgasm switch and simply flicked it on. Oh God! What is she doing? Instant pressure built and oh-my-god; I came so hard. I jerked, almost breaking my wrists.

  How does she know how to do that? I didn’t know I could do that.

  She glanced at a clock on the wall and smiled. “It’s 7:56, Carmela. All sessions are ended by eight pm sharp, unless extra time is requested. If that happens, a surcharge will be applied to your balance.”

  I blinked. “Are you saying if I stay past eight I have to pay for it?”

  She wiggled her fingers inside me and I saw stars. Oh fuck that felt good.

  “Are you requesting additional time Ms. Carter?”

  I looked at her, hating her again. Hating her even as spread my legs wider.

  “Fucking bitch.”

  She smiled, moving closer, slipping a third finger inside me. “I’ll take that as a yes.”

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