BUSTED! Ch. 04

It was near the end of the first week of her sentence when Carol realized two things- one, that her public whipping was less than 48 hours away and two, that Mark Wilcox was much more resistant to her flirtations and seductive hints than she had ever suspected.

He had just washed her and was talking about getting a bidet attachment installed on her toilet when she asked, "Will you be there?"

He knew what she was asking but wanted to exert his authority and tease her. "Be where, Carole?"

"To.. to watch my punishment. To see me get whipped."

"You mean to see this lovely soft smooth skin get striped with a braided leather whip? To hear you scream and watch you cry? To imagine what it would be like to be the one with the whip and to throw you down and fuck you when I finished?"

"You are one sick sadistic bastard!" she laughed.

"That's not true," he replied with a smile, "My parents were married."

"All kidding aside, Officer Wilcox. Will you please come to watch me get whipped on Friday?"

Taking her chin in his fingers, he said solemnly, "Miss Carole Collins, I shall be there. I promise.

"And, if things work out as I hope, for every whipping for the rest of your life."

His words filled her heart with light. She decided then that she would do everything... anything...

it might take to earn his permanent collar.

"Sir?" she whispered softly.

"Yes, Miss Collins?"

"May this prisoner please kiss your shoes?" she pleaded, "Every day for the rest of her life?"

"What if I'm not wearing shoes?" he teased.

"Then this prisoner will kiss any part of you that you would like."

Releasing her chin he said, "Let's just start with the shoes while you're still in custody."

She hadn't really expected him to accept her second suggestion, she only wanted to plant the seed.

"Thank you, Sir," she whispered, excited to move beyond the boundaries he'd established, even if it was barely anything.

She immediately dropped her knees to the floor and with a glance up at his handsome smiling face, lowered her lips to the toe of his left shoe. She paused for a moment to take in and appreciate the moment.

She had never thought of how something so utilitarian and mundane as a man's shoe could be such a thing of beauty. Its dark polished leather glistened from his careful maintenance. The smell of that wax and the leather was intoxicating. She wanted to rub her face against it, her breasts against it, her loins against it and polish it with her pussy's juices and then lick it clean.

But she had only been granted permission to kiss it and so she resisted her carnal impulses and gave it a chaste kiss. Looking up once more for affirmation and receiving it, she repeated it on his right shoe before sitting back up, bowing her head, and softly saying, "Thank you, Sir."

Reaching down he took the strap, wiped it with a sanitizing pad, and pulled it up through her legs and locked it. Doing so, the back of his hand and forearm passed so close to her carefully shaved pussy that she could feel its warmth.

Its effect was immediate and very wet but the sound of the padlock being clicked closed, crushed all hope of that lubrication leading to anything.

Glancing at his watch, Mark noted that he would just have time to get to the morning roll call.

He patted his prisoner on her head and said, "Now you be my good girl today."

"He said 'my good girl'!" she noticed, beaming. "Yes, Sir, always."

Since she worked from home Carole didn't even need to get dressed unless she had a Zoom meeting. The morning's cleaning ritual was just like every one of the previous week's but the few special details that set it apart, the fingers on her chin, kissing his shoes, and his phrasing, had given her body a sheen of perspiration (or 'glow' as her mom would have called it) and she needed a quick shower or at least a wipe with a washcloth.

At the station Mark had to endure the ribbing of his co-workers, both male and female, who were aware of his new morning ritual.

One of the women grabbed his hand, raised it to her nose and sniffed, "Nope. Didn't wash her with this hand." Which sent the rest of the squad into gales of laughter.

For a week they'd been pressing him for details but he respected Carole's privacy and brushed them off. "Judge's orders," he'd lied.

Refreshed, Carole sat down at her computer and picked up the pages of the project she'd started at the beginning of the week and had made virtually no progress on since.

The looming public whipping was the biggest distraction. Not because she was afraid of the pain (though she certainly was) but because she knew it would put on public display how much it excited her.

She'd ask Mark to let her wear a pad that day but doubted he'd let her. Public shame was an essential part of the whole Judicial Corporal Punishment system.

Fortunately for Mark, his day was uneventful except for being asked to transport a sexworker named Raven to Lucinda Dark's shop.

Unlike the arousing first visit, this one was pretty dull. The woman was very attractive, she probably made thousands per 'date,' but he wasn't interested any more than she was.

There was only woman on his mind and being in the shop brought back some very nice memories.

Ms Dark was much more matter-of-fact about it and except for letting the woman chose some higher end materials: a red patent leather for the straps and some shiny brass fittings for the metallic parts.

They didn't talk much. This wasn't the call girl's first arrest even if it was her first chastity belt and having worked Vice when he first joined the force Mark had a grudging respect for the women and men who plied that trade.

She was already planning how she could use with some of her kinkier customers and was confident that her oral skills would be more than enough to compensate her large list of regulars.

In fact, she was mentally checking off which ones of them she should notify about her public punishment tomorrow.

"Excuse me, officer. Do you know how many prisoners are scheduled to be punished tomorrow?"

Normally, unless he was assigned as crowd control or prisoner escort, Wilcox didn't pay much attention to such things. But with his charge facing her first round of it, he was very attuned.

"There's two men and three women. But they could add more before morning."

"They already have. Make that four women, now."

"But yours is supposed to be next week, isn't it?"

It was standard that the prisoner be given a week to think about it, to give them time to regret the actions that had brought them low. And to grow increasingly terrified.

"My lawyer got me moved up by having me pay a heavy fine. We offered as a reason that I am a magazine model and have a shoot scheduled for eleven days from today and will lose a lot of money of I'm covered with stripes. If it was a bondage shoot it wouldn't matter. But it's a vanilla fashion one. I shouldn't have any trouble hiding this belt we're getting."

One thing that Mark had learned working with the Vice Squad was that escorts were generally very practically-minded.

"We're a little early getting back. It took a lot less time this time. And it's about my lunch time. Care to join me? If you're not hungry you can just grab a coffee."

Raven was used to men, especially cops, inviting her out with ulterior motives but she sensed that this one was on the up-and-up.

"Sure. I need to make a few phone calls anyway."

They pulled into a vegetarian café that Mark enjoyed for its outdoor seating area.

While Mark ordered them a couple of veggie wraps and juices, Raven called her Madam and explained her arrest and quick trial and asked her to call and invite several of her kinkier regulars as well as anyone else she thought might want to watch the tomorrow's whipping.

Mark arrived with their food and beverages just as she hung up and they spent the next thirty minutes chatting about everything except her job and, until just before they had to leave, her upcoming whipping.

Mark learned that Raven was her real name, much to his surprise and less surprising, that she had a law degree but had decided in college that she enjoyed her present career and its lucrative benefits much, much more.

Her investments provided more than enough to live off of but she really enjoyed the power that her job gave her. She hinted at but was discreet about some of the more renowned and powerful men on her client list.

She explained that in a weird way she was actually kind of looking forward to tomorrow's events. She had had more than a few clients tie her up and whip or spank her, but it had never been real. She knew they were holding back, never letting that inner beast out to really let go.

Tomorrow there would be no hesitation.

"Do you ever watch them?" she asked.

"No, not unless I'm assigned there for crowd control or to escort the prisoners. But tomorrow..."

He paused, unsure about how much to reveal about Carole and their developing relationship.

"Tomorrow? What about tomorrow?"

"I'm not assigned but I'm going anyway. A... a friend is receiving her first whipping."

He wasn't lying, he realized. In their short time together he had become to think of her as a friend and it seemed like she did too.

Raven sensed that there was more to the word 'friend' than usual but let it go. "I'm sure she will appreciate the support."

"I hope she does. I know she's pretty terrified."

"She'll get through it. She has to." Raven was speaking as much to herself as her police escort.

"She was the first one to get a court-ordered chastity belt. You're the second."

"And, if you don't mind my asking, you've become close? Isn't that against the rules?"

"Well, she needed someone to take care of her sanitary needs and there was no one available. Lucinda suggested me and so I took it over."

She smiled with the smile that had opened the hearts (and wallets) of her very rich clients. It let them know that their secrets were safe with her. "I'm curious, officer. But if you'd rather not talk about it, I understand. Privacy and all that..."

Mark was sure that if there was anyone in the world who could keep secrets, it was a high-class escort like Raven. And the fact was that he had no one outside of Carole to share his thoughts on the subject with.

He gave an abbreviated version of the story: the texts that got her in trouble, the stenographer's suggestions, the visit to Ms Dark, her submissive behavior there and her blatant desire and need for a Dominant in the real world, not just an online one.

"I've made it very clear that nothing can happen until after she serves out her sentence."

"Is she okay with that?"

He laughed warmly, "Verbally, sure. But in practice..."

"Yeah. We submissives are a horny lot!" Raven laughed.

She couldn't remember the last time she had casually conversed with a man about something that wasn't directly related to her job. Sure, he knew what she did, and it was her reason for being here, but he didn't bring it up or seem to care.

For his part, Mark hadn't been able to talk about his dominant preferences with anyone. Ever.

"Do you have anyone who can be there for support tomorrow?"

"I've invited several of my regular clients but my boss will be handling my aftercare. She was an OR nurse for years so she knows what I'll need."

"I'm happy to hear that. I know how much aftercare is mental as well as physical."

"Your future slave is definitely one lucky fucking slut," she laughed again.

They paused for a moment. Just looking at each other and enjoying the moment.

"I really hate for this to end but we'd better get back," he said.

Raven hesitated a second before telling him, "Me too. I've really enjoyed your company...

"Look Mark, I know this is weird, especially given what we do for a living... but if you ever feel like getting together again... sort of off the clock..."

"Sure Rave," he said, coincidentally using the nickname her friends had used for years. "I'd like that."

Pulling out one of his Department business cards he flipped it over and wrote on the back, "This is my private number. Call me any time."

"Do you have your phone handy?"

He produced it and she shared her private number too.