Tales of the CPA: Good Spankings make for Good Girls (Tara #3)
Author's note: this is a sequel to "Community Service", which is a sequel to "Riot Act". It is recommended that you read the first two stories before this one.
Part 1:
Friday evening, 9 PM. Brentford Railway Station
PC Carver swung his strap idly as he waited to apply the next swat. He liked to drag out punishments, both for his own amusement and for that of the crowds that inevitably formed. But there was another element too - the longer a strapping took, the harder it was for a girl to maintain her composure. After the first few smacks of hard leather on soft skin, her ass would be on fire - and she would be desperate to rub her burning buttocks to ease the pain. It was a privilege that he would not allow - not until she had taken her dozen.
The lass who was bent over in front of him had committed no offense except for being young and pretty. Carver was a keen enforcer of the CPA, and like most cops he was very creative when it came to concocting excuses to redden the rears of pretty girls. This one had been waiting for a train when he walked onto the platform, and to his delight there was a discarded chip packet in her vicinity. He had promptly unhooked his heavy leather strap and ordered the startled teenager to 'Bend and Present!" for littering. She had been shocked by the false allegation, but knew better than to argue. Any protest would likely result in him stacking additional charges - each of which would incur another twelve swats. She had meekly assumed the required position, head down and ass up, lifting her skirt and pulling down her lace panties to display her bare bottom. With her legs wide for balance and her hands wrapped around her ankles, all of her feminine charms were on full display as she took her punishment. He was five swats in, and she was whimpering between blows.
Naturally, the other commuters had promptly gathered to watch the show - and Carver was happy to let them. He liked to have an audience, and several mobile phones were recording the proceedings, guaranteeing that this strapping (as with most) would be posted on various websites.
Carver drew his strap up high, seeing the girl tense as she heard him move. He paused for several seconds, allowing her anticipation to peak before swinging down hard.
*WHACK!*
"OOOOOWWWWW!!!!!" wailed his victim. She waggled her tender tushy from side to side as if trying to shake off the pain. It had no effect on the burn, but provided great amusement to Carver and the observers.
"Si- six!... Th-ank y-you s *sniff* sir!" squeaked the unfortunate young lady. She was sobbing quietly now, her slim body shaking with pain. He knew that she wanted him to finish her punishment quickly and allow her to stand - but he had no intention of doing so. He cast his gaze around the gawking crowd as he made her wait for the next swat. None were of any interest, except -
Carver's head snapped back as his mind realised what he had just seen. Jesus! This one was gorgeous!
Tall, just over six feet in her high heels, and with the slender figure of a runway model. Mid-twenties, flawless white skin, long, flowing brown hair and green eyes that sparkled in her covergirl-pretty face. Her makeup was simple, a touch of mascara and dark red lipstick that accentuated her striking looks. But it wasn't just that which caught his attention. She was wearing a translucent black gauze top, no sleeves, and fastened by only a single button. It ended just above her navel, leaving a strip of white flesh between the flimsy fabric and the top of her matching black microskirt. In the harsh light of the station's fluorescents it was clear she wore no bra, and he could just make out pale pink nipples that decorated her tiny A-cup breasts. Beneath the obscenely short skirt was a pair of long, tapered legs that led down to her expensive-looking shoes. She was dressed to kill - and she was barely more than arm's length away.
Most girls knew better than to observe a public strapping, lest they be the next ones on the receiving end. This young woman however seemed unconcerned by the possibility. Her gaze was fixed on the bright red mark across the bum of his current victim and a smile of satisfaction was on her lips.
Carver couldn't believe his luck. A hot piece of ass, clearly dolled up for a night out - and she was just standing there! He forced his attention back to his target even as his mind worked rapidly to find a reason to apply the strap to this unexpected windfall.
*WHACK!*
"EEEEEEE!!! The girl wailed. "Se - se - seven... thank y-you s-sir!"
Carver continued to beat the proffered buttocks, but he was too distracted to drag it out as he normally would. He feared that at any moment his prize would come to her senses and depart the station before he was finished, thus denying him the pleasure of bending her over. He didn't skimp on the force of his blows however, and the poor lass on the end of his strap was howling by the time he was done. Rather than make her wait to stand he gave permission immediately, and dismissed her with a curt nod as she tried to stammer out the required thanks for her brutal punishment. He turned to the new girl as the teenager limped away, rubbing desperately at her battered behind and bawling loudly.
"You!" Carver said with glee, pointing his strap at his best catch of the evening. "Come here!"
The young lady met his eyes calmly, but instead of obeying she reached into her top and withdrew an ID card that hung from a chain around her neck. Even from a few feet away Carver could tell what it was.
"The hell?" he exclaimed in surprise. He stepped forward to confirm - and his heart sank. "Shit!" he swore venomously. "Alright, on your way!"
To the astonishment of the assembled crowd, the statuesque beauty turned on her heel and strode languidly away. Her skirt was so short that it gave a tantalising glimpse of her lower buttocks as she walked.
How was this possible? Several of the witnesses had noticed Carver's lustful looks in her direction, and were bitterly disappointed at being denied the pleasure of witnessing a second punishment. As if reading their thoughts, she turned and gave them a dazzling smile while dangling her ID on its chain.
"Golden Ticket!" she laughed.
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Just three months ago, Tara would hardly dare show herself in public, let alone wear such an outfit. But things had changed...
For a while, she had alternated between the misery of being publically strapped and the degradation of being a practice dummy for cops learning search and enema techniques. Once she had abandoned any sense of modesty or pride, she found the latter to be far preferable - but it wasn't the free pass she had hoped for. Community service was only available to her if she met the criteria of a high tab and a bottom that had been spanked far beyond what was considered reasonable. Only when she was sporting a multicoloured painbow on her behind, and had more swats due than she could possibly collect would she be allowed to work it off by kneeling on the search bench. To make matters worse, she was still being targeted by teasers who were keen to see her strapped as often as possible. As long as people were still thinking about her she would get set up for more punishment - and as long as new spankings were being posted on the internet, nobody was going to forget about her. The situation was impossible, and Tara had despaired of ever going back to something resembling a normal life.
But one day, she had finally got lucky. She had finished servicing a magistrate (her required thanks for being granted another community service order,) and watched as he signed her papers. It suddenly dawned on her that he had no ring on his finger.
"You aren't married?" she queried.
"Divorced, a couple of years ago," he replied absently. "Why do you ask?"
Inspiration struck. The magistrate was in his early fifties, moderately handsome, and seemed to be of a kindly disposition. This was her chance!
"It must be lonely," she said sympathetically. "Wouldn't you like to have a woman in your home? One who knows how to please a man?"
He looked at her in surprise. "I'm used to it. What does this have to do with anything?"
Tara unbuttoned her blouse and pulled it open. She had a dancer's body, slim and supple, her A-cup breasts not needing the support of her lacy bra. "I can be yours!" she said huskily. "Give me a Golden Ticket and I can be in your bed every night!"
"A what? Oh, you mean an ESP." He frowned. "Those are usually for wives..."
The ESP system had been developed shortly after the introduction of the CPA. Once it became clear that there was no upper limit on the age of women who could be strapped or searched, the wives and partners of men in power had made it clear that they expected to be exempt from such indignities. This had lead to the passing of a second, (less publicised) act that allowed the issuing of an Exemption from Summary Punishment, or ESP for short. The holder of this pass had only to show it to police and her safety was guaranteed. Attempting to use the CPA on a woman thus protected was not only a firing offense but a criminal one. So high-society ladies could go about their business unmolested while the lower classes were fair game for police straps and searches.
"I'll be better than a wife!" Tara assured him. "I'll be your mistress. I'll be your fuck-toy! Anything you want, anytime you want!" She released her skirt and let it fall to the floor. Hooking her thumbs into the waistband of her panties she sent them down with a swift tug. "How long has it been since you had a tight young pussy?" She stepped closer so that he could get a good look at her smooth lasered mound. Her lips were neat, just a slim crease in her skin. "Wouldn't you like to have me?" She took off her bra and stood naked before him.
He looked her up and down, still confused but definitely interested. "I'm not sure if I should..."
"PLEASE!" Tara dropped to her knees in front of him. "I know I shouldn't have organised that protest," she said with all the sincerity she could muster. "But haven't I been punished enough? I can't go on like this! It's just not fair!"
Tears were welling in her eyes and her voice was shaking. His face softened a little - her desperate entreaty seemed to be working. She grabbed his hands and pulled them onto her breasts so he could feel her warmth and softness.
"Me. In your bed. At your service. Anything. Anytime. All you have to do is protect me, and I'm yours for as long as you want!"
Her vulnerability highlighted her beauty, and it would have taken a heart of stone to resist her. He smiled and nodded slowly.
"Very well. If that's what you want." he stroked her cheek tenderly. "I can have my secretary fetch the forms."
Tara threw her arms around him and wept with relief. Finally! She had a way out of her torment!
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Part 2:
Badgirls Nightclub, 10 PM.
Tara danced, swaying with the music, the thunder of the bass vibrating through her body. She had discarded her top and skirt - now she wore only her G-string and high heels. Her slender body was lithe and graceful, her small breasts firm and proud. The heat of the dance floor kept her warm and she felt no shame in her exposure - only freedom.
Having been forced to display her most intimate parts to the public at least twice a week for several months, she was happy to show off everything else - comfortable in the knowledge that unlike all of the other girls present, she couldn't be ordered to lower her panties. Her delicious openings were no longer available for public amusement - they belonged only to her master.
Naturally she attracted male attention - and this was where she really enjoyed herself. One after another they approached, mesmerised by her beauty and amazed at her brazen display. She allowed them to get close, would allow some to dance with her - but the moment they reached out for her she held up a warning finger. That was all it took to stop them in their tracks.
The CPA had severely impacted the liberties of young women. The club scene was the only area where they had gained a measure of control. Beautiful women were a drawcard for men with cash to splash - and a girl like Tara who danced almost naked was unbeatable advertising. Management knew well that she added to their nightly takings, and the bouncers had standing orders to keep her safe and happy. She only had to catch their eye and nod in the direction of anyone she didn't like and the offender would be given the bum's rush, banned from re-entry. She reveled in her untouchable status, desired but unattainable. All wanted her, but only one could have her - the man to whom she had willingly submitted.
Tara moved her hips in slow circles, hooking her thumbs into the waistband of her G-string. She slid it down in increments, taking it over her hips and allowing the tiny patch of fabric that covered her mound to loosen teasingly. She raised her arms above her head and moved with the beat, knowing full well that all eyes were on her panties, hoping that they would fall and reveal her full glory.
She drew her hands down and traced her fingers over her breasts, teasing gently at her soft pink nipples. Cradling her perfect mounds under one arm, she slid her other hand down her flat tummy and under her G-string, mouth open in shameless pleasure as she rubbed at her slit. She could feel her wetness, her body responding to the touch. Eyes half-closed, she grinned at the nearest man, laughing silently as his blood boiled with lust.
The music suddenly cut out and the disco lights shut off - to be replaced by the harsh glare of white floods. Everyone present knew what that meant even before they heard the announcement over the club's PA system.
"Attention! This is Seargent Benton of the Greater London Police! This club is now under lockdown! A random drug sweep is being conducted!"
The male clubgoers clapped and cheered - while the young women groaned and sighed. Random drug sweeps were a regular part of life under the CPA - every night out was a game of chance, never knowing which venue would be targeted. The police didn't bother with sniffer dogs for these sweeps - their enhanced search powers gave them the right to treat everyone present as a suspected drug user. Of course, the cops never bothered investigating the men - only the young ladies were given attention. Every girl present would be given the strap-or-search option: she could either plead guilty and take a dozen swats, or else claim innocence and submit to a lengthy (and enthusiastic) cavity search. Either way she was going to be bent over with her legs spread, her charms on display, getting the business end of a strap or latex glove.
Many of the men present were looking gleefully at Tara. Having been teased by her almost-naked dancing they were keen to see her bend and present for the strap, peeling down her tiny G-string to show the few parts of her they had not yet seen. But to their surprise, Tara was unconcerned by the raid. She walked cooly over to the group of policemen who were marching across the club floor.
"Evening boys!" she smiled. "Nice to see you again!"
Tara knew all of the cops by name. She had bared her bottom for their straps many times, and there wasn't a single one who hadn't bent her over the table to explore her tight, moist holes. All of them had enjoyed the pleasure of sliding the police-issue hose up her tight little backdoor thanks to her sessions of "community service", and she had sucked most of their cocks at one time or another in order to spare herself from additional punishment. A few months ago she would have trembled at the mere sight of them, but now things were different. Her status as a mistress gave her immunity from their straps and gloved fingers.
To the astonishment of onlookers, the policemen touched their caps and bowed their heads briefly. "Evening miss!' they chorused.
Tara beamed, arching her back to display her small breasts and pushing her hips forward suggestively. "You're late!" she said reproachfully. "I expected you half an hour ago!'
It dawned on some of the crowd that Tara had known about the raid in advance. So why was she here? Why would she put herself in this position? And why were the police saluting her? What happened next was even more astonishing.
Tara stepped up to the cop who was holding the ID scanner - a tool that instantly checked a girl's status and alerted of any overdue swats. "Mind if I take that?" she asked. "Then you can be free to do the fun stuff!" she winked at him.
"Glad to miss!" The burly policeman handed her the scanner and then removed his cap, placing it on her head to show that she had been authorised to act on his behalf. "You do the sorting - we'll do the strapping!"
Tara patted his cheek playfully. "That's my boy!" she cooed. "Plenty of little tarts here who need a strong arm. Give them what they deserve!"She pouted her crimson lips to blow him a kiss, then waited happily for the fun to begin.
The police went to work, ushering the crowd back against a wall while they separated the men from the women and weeded out those few girls not attractive enough to warrant their attention. A squad of strap-wielding policemen took position on the dance floor, waiting for their victims. Some of the girls went straight up to them to take their swats - evidently fearful of having their ID's checked and getting a worse punishment. Without prompting they lifted their skirts, pulled down their panties and bent over to present their firm young bottoms for the strap. Soon the air was ringing to the sound of leather on skin - and the yelps and sobs of the spankees as they took their punishment. Another squad of cops formed up outside the door to the ladies' room, grinning happily as they displayed the latex gloves they would use to search the girls sent to them. Some were waving the police-issue colonic tube, making it clear what they intended to do. "No holes barred!" was the police motto - and every hole that came within their reach was thoroughly, humiliatingly, explored. Thanks to her numerous sessions of community service, (not to mention routine checks), Tara knew exactly how it felt to bend over and spread her cheeks to be searched. She also knew the sensation of having every inch of that tube pushed up her tight little asshole - sometimes without the benefit of lubricant. But tonight she wasn't going to be having her lovely spaces explored - tonight she could relax and enjoy herself while other girls were violated.
Tara stood in the middle of the club, and soon a line of anxious young women had formed in front of her. She licked her lips as she admired them. So many pretty girls - so many firm bottoms and tight holes - and SHE was the one to decide their fate!
Tara's relationship with the police went beyond immunity. She was now in the position to decide which girls were granted community service, thanks to her position as mistress. She screened all the applicants for the man she served, and was able to send the most attractive girls to the stations of her choice. Consequently the plods were keen to stay on her good side, and happy to grant her favours. It was a well-kept secret that most of the men who were supposedly being "trained" to administer searches and enemas were in fact fully qualified officers, and that they were merely having fun with the young ladies who were paying off their tabs. Tara could deliver the cops what they wanted, and they returned the favour by tipping her off about upcoming raids, letting her join in the fun.
Tara would never admit it out loud, but there were times when she actually wished she was in the strap-or-search queue. It had been so long since she had felt that dread - the knowledge that her bottom could be spanked or her intimate spaces invaded on the whim of a powerful man. There was no denying that the anticipation of forced submission made a girl wet, whether she liked it or not. As each young lady nervously approached the head of the line, she would be quietly hoping that she would be permitted to spread her legs and have her most intimate places roughly invaded by thick, gloved fingers instead of grabbing her ankles to receive a good thrashing form a strong arm. Tara had been given both more times than she could count - and she would take a search over a strapping without hesitation. A search was a minor intrusion - a strapping left a girl hurting for hours and sore for days. Furthermore, having a bruised bottom meant that every trip outside was nerve-wracking, always in fear of another dose of leather.
Tara looked at her first subject. Small, petite, natural blonde with big, frightened eyes. She held out her ID for the scanner, which automatically checked the police database for any overdue swats.
"Strap or search?" Tara asked. The girl had a couple of dozen on tab, but nothing overdue.
"Search please!" The young woman was clearly frightened. "I got strapped this afternoon - I can't take another one!"
"Show me your ass."
The slender teen turned her back and pulled up her short skirt. She wore no panties, and her firm buttocks displayed a black-and-blue stripe across the centre - showing that she had been given a merciless strapping.
"I hope you were grateful?" Tara enquired. "Good spankings make for good girls!"
"Yes, miss." Apprehension was clear in her voice.
"Let me see..." Tara made a show of pressing buttons on the tablet. "Got some owing sweetheart. Maybe it's time to clear your tab?"
"Those are new, miss! I took a raincheck! I'll collect them next week, I promise!"
"Hmm... Well, I guess I can let you take a search. But make sure you thank him properly, understand?"
'Thank him properly' was slang for giving a blowjob to the man who had explored her holes. Technically it wasn't required, but Tara enjoyed commanding other girls to humiliate themselves. Having been used like a toy for months, she felt empowered by her new-found position.
"Yes miss, I'll suck him good!"
"That's the spirit." Tara hit a key on the scanner, and it printed out a small white barcoded sticker. She pressed it against the girl's upper thigh. "Alright sweetie, you can join the search queue. Make sure you spread good and wide!"
"Thank you miss!" she scurried away, relieved not to get another beating.
The next girl was an athletic brunette, her well-toned legs wrapped in black latex pants. "Search please," she requested.
Tara scanned her ID - and grinned in delight. "Sharon Jones... overdue swats honey! You're going on the block!"
"I just forgot, OK? Give me a break!"
Tara shook her head. "Rules are rules."
"I've got thirty on tab!" Sharon wailed. "And they'll give me another dozen for not taking them! I'm going to get Zanished!"
Yes, you will!" Tara grinned wickedly. "This will teach you to collect your rainchecks on time. Now take off those pants."
"What for?"
"So I can sticker you." Tara printed off another sticker. This one was red - indicating that the wearer was due for the block.
Sharon opened her mouth to argue - then closed it again. Glaring at Tara, she wriggled down her skin-tight pants and tossed them indignantly to the ground. She wore a black G-string that barely covered her pubic mound.
"Turn around."
Sharon obeyed grimly, and Tara slapped the sticker on her thigh, just below her firm round buttocks. She has a great ass! Tara thought to herself. The cops were going to have fun with her! "Okay, get moving." Tara pushed Sharon toward the block that had been set up in the centre of the dance floor. Seargent Benton himself was waiting, strap in hand. This did not bode well for Sharon. Benton had a well-earned reputation as a heavyweight spanker. Tara had taken swats from him a few times, and knew that a dozen from him would hurt just as bad as eighteen from most other cops. He winked at Tara, and turned his attention to the young lady who would be his first victim tonight. His eyes gleamed as he looked her up and down: clearly he was well-pleased.
"What about my pants?" Sharon asked.
"What pants?" Tara kicked them aside. "Get moving or I'll add some more."
The teenager's face flushed with anger - but she bit her lip in time, and walked grimly toward the block. Tara smiled. Now the girl would have to make her way home wearing only her G-string and crop-top - with a bright red ass on display! Chances were good that she would attract some more police attention before she got there...
The two men assisting Benton grabbed hold of Sharon and expertly bent her over the block, swiftly binding her in place with velcro-fastened straps. Tara watched keenly as the tiny G-string was pulled down to midthigh, exposing Sharon's special places. They were picture-perfect, her mound lasered smooth, her lips neat and her asshole small and bleached pale pink.
Excellent! Tara smirked. Just how the boys like it!
In order to maintain her good relationship with the police, Tara had made it a point to supply them with a constant stream of the most attractive girls to perform 'community service'. She had a reputation for quality, and Sharon was exactly what she was looking for. Of course, it took a lot of strappings and a high tab before girls were willing to submit to the indignity of being searched and flushed my multiple men - but Tara knew how to arrange that. Thanks to her own experience she knew it wasn't hard to get a girl into more trouble than she could cope with. A fake profile on a website, a story about Sharon jilting her boyfriend, and some video evidence of her stunning looks and knockout figure - which would be easy to find after tonight. Several men were already jostling to get the best filming angle as Benton stepped behind the luckless girl, and their footage would be online by the end of the evening. Once Sharon had been thrust into the limelight she would spark a 'feeding frenzy' as spanking enthusiasts sought to set her up for more punishments. And when she was at her lowest, always sore and terrified to even step outside, Tara would be there to offer a way to clear her tab. Sharon's delightful openings would be thoroughly, exhaustively, explored by dozens of men. It would be a learning experience. Like Tara, Sharon would learn her proper place under the CPA - meek, submissive - and frequently bent over for the amusement of men in authority.
But there was more to come. After Sharon had been forced to take community service a few times she would be ready for the next step. Humbled, chastened, and compliant, she would be ready to become a mistress - just as Tara had. Thanks to her hard-won position, Tara was in regular contact with wealthy and powerful men who would pay her handsomely for introducing them to a willing and submissive girl who was ready to serve them.
She returned to her job, scanning the ID of the next girl in line. Behind her, a shockingly loud *WHACK!* followed by a scream of pain indicated that Benton was applying himself with his usual skill and enthusiasm. Sharon was going to get a thrashing such as she had never experienced before!
Tara was no longer a victim of the CPA. She was now a part of the system, ensuring that other young women got what they deserved. Having been on the receiving end countless times herself, she had earned her place and felt no guilt about inflicting it on others. In truth, she had learned to appreciate the CPA and how it brought girls into line. She had deserved what happened to her after the way she had treated Steve, and while she couldn't change what she had done, she knew that she had been punished for it- many times over.
Bad girls need good spankings! She thought to herself.
*WHACK!*
"OOOOWWWW!!!!" Sharon wailed. It was only her second swat - and she had another forty to come!
Tara smiled at her next customer. "Strap or search?" she asked sweetly.
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Badgirls Nightclub, 10 PM.
Tara danced, swaying with the music, the thunder of the bass vibrating through her body. She had discarded her top and skirt - now she wore only her G-string and high heels. Her slender body was lithe and graceful, her small breasts firm and proud. The heat of the dance floor kept her warm and she felt no shame in her exposure - only freedom.
Having been forced to display her most intimate parts to the public at least twice a week for several months, she was happy to show off everything else - comfortable in the knowledge that unlike all of the other girls present, she couldn't be ordered to lower her panties. Her delicious openings were no longer available for public amusement - they belonged only to her master.
Naturally she attracted male attention - and this was where she really enjoyed herself. One after another they approached, mesmerised by her beauty and amazed at her brazen display. She allowed them to get close, would allow some to dance with her - but the moment they reached out for her she held up a warning finger. That was all it took to stop them in their tracks.
The CPA had severely impacted the liberties of young women. The club scene was the only area where they had gained a measure of control. Beautiful women were a drawcard for men with cash to splash - and a girl like Tara who danced almost naked was unbeatable advertising. Management knew well that she added to their nightly takings, and the bouncers had standing orders to keep her safe and happy. She only had to catch their eye and nod in the direction of anyone she didn't like and the offender would be given the bum's rush, banned from re-entry. She reveled in her untouchable status, desired but unattainable. All wanted her, but only one could have her - the man to whom she had willingly submitted.
Tara moved her hips in slow circles, hooking her thumbs into the waistband of her G-string. She slid it down in increments, taking it over her hips and allowing the tiny patch of fabric that covered her mound to loosen teasingly. She raised her arms above her head and moved with the beat, knowing full well that all eyes were on her panties, hoping that they would fall and reveal her full glory.
She drew her hands down and traced her fingers over her breasts, teasing gently at her soft pink nipples. Cradling her perfect mounds under one arm, she slid her other hand down her flat tummy and under her G-string, mouth open in shameless pleasure as she rubbed at her slit. She could feel her wetness, her body responding to the touch. Eyes half-closed, she grinned at the nearest man, laughing silently as his blood boiled with lust.
The music suddenly cut out and the disco lights shut off - to be replaced by the harsh glare of white floods. Everyone present knew what that meant even before they heard the announcement over the club's PA system.
"Attention! This is Seargent Benton of the Greater London Police! This club is now under lockdown! A random drug sweep is being conducted!"
The male clubgoers clapped and cheered - while the young women groaned and sighed. Random drug sweeps were a regular part of life under the CPA - every night out was a game of chance, never knowing which venue would be targeted. The police didn't bother with sniffer dogs for these sweeps - their enhanced search powers gave them the right to treat everyone present as a suspected drug user. Of course, the cops never bothered investigating the men - only the young ladies were given attention. Every girl present would be given the strap-or-search option: she could either plead guilty and take a dozen swats, or else claim innocence and submit to a lengthy (and enthusiastic) cavity search. Either way she was going to be bent over with her legs spread, her charms on display, getting the business end of a strap or latex glove.
Many of the men present were looking gleefully at Tara. Having been teased by her almost-naked dancing they were keen to see her bend and present for the strap, peeling down her tiny G-string to show the few parts of her they had not yet seen. But to their surprise, Tara was unconcerned by the raid. She walked cooly over to the group of policemen who were marching across the club floor.
"Evening boys!" she smiled. "Nice to see you again!"
Tara knew all of the cops by name. She had bared her bottom for their straps many times, and there wasn't a single one who hadn't bent her over the table to explore her tight, moist holes. All of them had enjoyed the pleasure of sliding the police-issue hose up her tight little backdoor thanks to her sessions of "community service", and she had sucked most of their cocks at one time or another in order to spare herself from additional punishment. A few months ago she would have trembled at the mere sight of them, but now things were different. Her status as a mistress gave her immunity from their straps and gloved fingers.
To the astonishment of onlookers, the policemen touched their caps and bowed their heads briefly. "Evening miss!' they chorused.
Tara beamed, arching her back to display her small breasts and pushing her hips forward suggestively. "You're late!" she said reproachfully. "I expected you half an hour ago!'
It dawned on some of the crowd that Tara had known about the raid in advance. So why was she here? Why would she put herself in this position? And why were the police saluting her? What happened next was even more astonishing.
Tara stepped up to the cop who was holding the ID scanner - a tool that instantly checked a girl's status and alerted of any overdue swats. "Mind if I take that?" she asked. "Then you can be free to do the fun stuff!" she winked at him.
"Glad to miss!" The burly policeman handed her the scanner and then removed his cap, placing it on her head to show that she had been authorised to act on his behalf. "You do the sorting - we'll do the strapping!"
Tara patted his cheek playfully. "That's my boy!" she cooed. "Plenty of little tarts here who need a strong arm. Give them what they deserve!"She pouted her crimson lips to blow him a kiss, then waited happily for the fun to begin.
The police went to work, ushering the crowd back against a wall while they separated the men from the women and weeded out those few girls not attractive enough to warrant their attention. A squad of strap-wielding policemen took position on the dance floor, waiting for their victims. Some of the girls went straight up to them to take their swats - evidently fearful of having their ID's checked and getting a worse punishment. Without prompting they lifted their skirts, pulled down their panties and bent over to present their firm young bottoms for the strap. Soon the air was ringing to the sound of leather on skin - and the yelps and sobs of the spankees as they took their punishment. Another squad of cops formed up outside the door to the ladies' room, grinning happily as they displayed the latex gloves they would use to search the girls sent to them. Some were waving the police-issue colonic tube, making it clear what they intended to do. "No holes barred!" was the police motto - and every hole that came within their reach was thoroughly, humiliatingly, explored. Thanks to her numerous sessions of community service, (not to mention routine checks), Tara knew exactly how it felt to bend over and spread her cheeks to be searched. She also knew the sensation of having every inch of that tube pushed up her tight little asshole - sometimes without the benefit of lubricant. But tonight she wasn't going to be having her lovely spaces explored - tonight she could relax and enjoy herself while other girls were violated.
Tara stood in the middle of the club, and soon a line of anxious young women had formed in front of her. She licked her lips as she admired them. So many pretty girls - so many firm bottoms and tight holes - and SHE was the one to decide their fate!
Tara's relationship with the police went beyond immunity. She was now in the position to decide which girls were granted community service, thanks to her position as mistress. She screened all the applicants for the man she served, and was able to send the most attractive girls to the stations of her choice. Consequently the plods were keen to stay on her good side, and happy to grant her favours. It was a well-kept secret that most of the men who were supposedly being "trained" to administer searches and enemas were in fact fully qualified officers, and that they were merely having fun with the young ladies who were paying off their tabs. Tara could deliver the cops what they wanted, and they returned the favour by tipping her off about upcoming raids, letting her join in the fun.
Tara would never admit it out loud, but there were times when she actually wished she was in the strap-or-search queue. It had been so long since she had felt that dread - the knowledge that her bottom could be spanked or her intimate spaces invaded on the whim of a powerful man. There was no denying that the anticipation of forced submission made a girl wet, whether she liked it or not. As each young lady nervously approached the head of the line, she would be quietly hoping that she would be permitted to spread her legs and have her most intimate places roughly invaded by thick, gloved fingers instead of grabbing her ankles to receive a good thrashing form a strong arm. Tara had been given both more times than she could count - and she would take a search over a strapping without hesitation. A search was a minor intrusion - a strapping left a girl hurting for hours and sore for days. Furthermore, having a bruised bottom meant that every trip outside was nerve-wracking, always in fear of another dose of leather.
Tara looked at her first subject. Small, petite, natural blonde with big, frightened eyes. She held out her ID for the scanner, which automatically checked the police database for any overdue swats.
"Strap or search?" Tara asked. The girl had a couple of dozen on tab, but nothing overdue.
"Search please!" The young woman was clearly frightened. "I got strapped this afternoon - I can't take another one!"
"Show me your ass."
The slender teen turned her back and pulled up her short skirt. She wore no panties, and her firm buttocks displayed a black-and-blue stripe across the centre - showing that she had been given a merciless strapping.
"I hope you were grateful?" Tara enquired. "Good spankings make for good girls!"
"Yes, miss." Apprehension was clear in her voice.
"Let me see..." Tara made a show of pressing buttons on the tablet. "Got some owing sweetheart. Maybe it's time to clear your tab?"
"Those are new, miss! I took a raincheck! I'll collect them next week, I promise!"
"Hmm... Well, I guess I can let you take a search. But make sure you thank him properly, understand?"
'Thank him properly' was slang for giving a blowjob to the man who had explored her holes. Technically it wasn't required, but Tara enjoyed commanding other girls to humiliate themselves. Having been used like a toy for months, she felt empowered by her new-found position.
"Yes miss, I'll suck him good!"
"That's the spirit." Tara hit a key on the scanner, and it printed out a small white barcoded sticker. She pressed it against the girl's upper thigh. "Alright sweetie, you can join the search queue. Make sure you spread good and wide!"
"Thank you miss!" she scurried away, relieved not to get another beating.
The next girl was an athletic brunette, her well-toned legs wrapped in black latex pants. "Search please," she requested.
Tara scanned her ID - and grinned in delight. "Sharon Jones... overdue swats honey! You're going on the block!"
"I just forgot, OK? Give me a break!"
Tara shook her head. "Rules are rules."
"I've got thirty on tab!" Sharon wailed. "And they'll give me another dozen for not taking them! I'm going to get Zanished!"
Yes, you will!" Tara grinned wickedly. "This will teach you to collect your rainchecks on time. Now take off those pants."
"What for?"
"So I can sticker you." Tara printed off another sticker. This one was red - indicating that the wearer was due for the block.
Sharon opened her mouth to argue - then closed it again. Glaring at Tara, she wriggled down her skin-tight pants and tossed them indignantly to the ground. She wore a black G-string that barely covered her pubic mound.
"Turn around."
Sharon obeyed grimly, and Tara slapped the sticker on her thigh, just below her firm round buttocks. She has a great ass! Tara thought to herself. The cops were going to have fun with her! "Okay, get moving." Tara pushed Sharon toward the block that had been set up in the centre of the dance floor. Seargent Benton himself was waiting, strap in hand. This did not bode well for Sharon. Benton had a well-earned reputation as a heavyweight spanker. Tara had taken swats from him a few times, and knew that a dozen from him would hurt just as bad as eighteen from most other cops. He winked at Tara, and turned his attention to the young lady who would be his first victim tonight. His eyes gleamed as he looked her up and down: clearly he was well-pleased.
"What about my pants?" Sharon asked.
"What pants?" Tara kicked them aside. "Get moving or I'll add some more."
The teenager's face flushed with anger - but she bit her lip in time, and walked grimly toward the block. Tara smiled. Now the girl would have to make her way home wearing only her G-string and crop-top - with a bright red ass on display! Chances were good that she would attract some more police attention before she got there...
The two men assisting Benton grabbed hold of Sharon and expertly bent her over the block, swiftly binding her in place with velcro-fastened straps. Tara watched keenly as the tiny G-string was pulled down to midthigh, exposing Sharon's special places. They were picture-perfect, her mound lasered smooth, her lips neat and her asshole small and bleached pale pink.
Excellent! Tara smirked. Just how the boys like it!
In order to maintain her good relationship with the police, Tara had made it a point to supply them with a constant stream of the most attractive girls to perform 'community service'. She had a reputation for quality, and Sharon was exactly what she was looking for. Of course, it took a lot of strappings and a high tab before girls were willing to submit to the indignity of being searched and flushed my multiple men - but Tara knew how to arrange that. Thanks to her own experience she knew it wasn't hard to get a girl into more trouble than she could cope with. A fake profile on a website, a story about Sharon jilting her boyfriend, and some video evidence of her stunning looks and knockout figure - which would be easy to find after tonight. Several men were already jostling to get the best filming angle as Benton stepped behind the luckless girl, and their footage would be online by the end of the evening. Once Sharon had been thrust into the limelight she would spark a 'feeding frenzy' as spanking enthusiasts sought to set her up for more punishments. And when she was at her lowest, always sore and terrified to even step outside, Tara would be there to offer a way to clear her tab. Sharon's delightful openings would be thoroughly, exhaustively, explored by dozens of men. It would be a learning experience. Like Tara, Sharon would learn her proper place under the CPA - meek, submissive - and frequently bent over for the amusement of men in authority.
But there was more to come. After Sharon had been forced to take community service a few times she would be ready for the next step. Humbled, chastened, and compliant, she would be ready to become a mistress - just as Tara had. Thanks to her hard-won position, Tara was in regular contact with wealthy and powerful men who would pay her handsomely for introducing them to a willing and submissive girl who was ready to serve them.
She returned to her job, scanning the ID of the next girl in line. Behind her, a shockingly loud *WHACK!* followed by a scream of pain indicated that Benton was applying himself with his usual skill and enthusiasm. Sharon was going to get a thrashing such as she had never experienced before!
Tara was no longer a victim of the CPA. She was now a part of the system, ensuring that other young women got what they deserved. Having been on the receiving end countless times herself, she had earned her place and felt no guilt about inflicting it on others. In truth, she had learned to appreciate the CPA and how it brought girls into line. She had deserved what happened to her after the way she had treated Steve, and while she couldn't change what she had done, she knew that she had been punished for it- many times over.
Bad girls need good spankings! She thought to herself.
*WHACK!*
"OOOOWWWW!!!!" Sharon wailed. It was only her second swat - and she had another forty to come!
Tara smiled at her next customer. "Strap or search?" she asked sweetly.
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Re: Tales of the CPA: Good Spankings make for Good Girls (Tara #3)
Part 3
Judge Sumption's study, 11:45 PM
Tara was bent over the desk in Daddy's study. Her skirt and G-string had been removed, leaving her naked from the waist down. Her torso was flat on the polished wood surface and her legs were spread wide. Her buttocks were stretched tight, and Daddy had an excellent view of her feminine charms.
Tara's asshole was so small that she could have covered it with the tip of her thumb, and so pale that it was nearly the same colour as her skin. The pussy below it was slightly open thanks to her position, and he could see her delicate inner lips, a soft pink. She was looking back over her shoulder and smiling happily.
"Punish me Daddy!" she begged. "Give me what I deserve!"
Tara had arrived home just as his Friday night poker game was breaking up. His friends had gazed lustfully at her scantily-clad body - attention that she thoroughly enjoyed.
"Did you have a good time sweetie?" Daddy had asked.
"Yes, Daddy. I got to watch a police raid! Lots of pretty girls bending for the strap. And even more spreading their legs to be searched." Tara knew that her story was exciting the men, and she shamelessly embellished it. "They used the spanking block on the dance floor for the really bad girls - but then they took it into a back room. The prettiest girls got taken in there for a very long time - and they walked funny when they came out!"
She giggled. D's friends would go wild imagining what might have happened in that mythical back room. Tara loved to tease them, to invent scenarios that would fuel their fantasies - and make them all wish that she belonged to them.
"Sounds fun. I hope you behaved yourself."
Tara bit her lip and looked down, fluttering her eyelashes theatrically. "Um..."
"Tara?" Daddy raised an eyebrow.
"I may have flashed a little on the dance floor," Tara admitted. "I think my skirt is too short."
'Flashing' didn't come close to describing her near-naked display, and she had danced in nothing but her G-string, but the facts weren't important. Daddy spanked her once a week - "Just to remind you who's in charge" - but both of them found it more satisfying when she did something to earn it. The roleplay of her as a naughty girl and him as the loving but strict father made it all the sweeter when she submitted to him.
Daddy shook his head. "It seems you need to be taught a lesson. Go to my study and wait."
"Yes, daddy," replied Tara demurely. She smiled at the other men and winked. "Good spankings make for good girls!" she said, leaving them in no doubt as to what was going to happen to her. Knowing that all eyes were on her as she left the room, she reached back and pulled up her skirt to give them a tantalising glimpse of her perfect posterior just before she walked out the door. It wasn't long before she was over his desk, ready to take her spanking.
"Eyes front!" he ordered.
Tara complied, turning her head around and placing her chin on the desk. She knew what she looked like in this position - and she loved to display herself to the man who owned her.
Daddy unbuckled his belt, and a delicious thrill ran through her body as she heard it slide through the loops on his pants. She had no fear of the belt - it was a mild sting compared to the brutal beatings she had endured at the hands of the police. A dozen from Daddy wasn't really punishment - it was foreplay.
The belt gently stroked her proffered buttocks, making her tingle with excitement. "You've been a bad girl, Tara!"
"Yes, Daddy. I need to be spanked."
Tara had learned to accept her place. Good, bad - it didn't matter. It was her duty to bend over and take leather - or whatever else he decided to do.
*SMACK!*
The belt whipped across her tight ass, making her gasp.
"Thank you Daddy! Please give me another!"
He made her wait, watching in satisfaction as a red stripe ripened on her white buttocks.
*SMACK!*
"Oooohhh! Thank you Daddy! Please give me another!"
The judge was happy to oblige her, methodically laying his belt into her delicious derriere. The pain was stimulating, each swat stinging her skin and sending a tingle through her body. She knew that it excited him - and that made her happy.
*SMACK!*
"Ahhhh! Thank you Daddy! Please give me another!"
He continued to spank her, carefully reddening every inch of her lovely behind as Tara thanked him gratefully. When he was satisfied with the glow of her cheeks, he ceased to swing his belt.
"Well done Tara. You may stand now."
Tara got to her feet slowly. She turned around to face the man who had punished her - and who had saved her. She was smiling, her eyes sparkling as she wrapped her arms around him. She kissed him passionately and ground her beautiful pussy against the hard cock within his pants.
"Please, Daddy - I want some more!" she breathed into his ear.
"Are you sure?"
"Yes, Daddy! Whip my little bottom!"
Since becoming a mistress, Tara's life had changed in ways she had never imagined. Immunity from the strap was just the start. It had been thrilling to walk down the street without fear, knowing that she was untouchable. She had even started driving again. Previously it had been out of the question - the moment a police scanner ran her plates she would be pulled over and given the dreaded order: "Bend and Present!" for some imaginary offense, but now they would see her protected status and look for another victim. Without the threat of brutal strappings hanging over her head she could start to enjoy life again, going where she pleased and doing as she wished.
There had been some loud grumbling on the spanking forums when it was discovered that she now held a Golden Ticket - but since she could no longer be set up for their entertainment her numerous 'fans' had no choice but to seek their fun elsewhere. While her name would forever be associated with the CPA, Tara's face slowly faded from public memory since there were no new videos of her being chastised.
Tara had not taken her new-found freedom for granted. She was well aware that her ESP was only valid as long as Daddy endorsed it and he regularly saw other girls seeking community service orders - any one of which would gladly take her place if they could. Having been through hell for the last year, she had no intention of losing her protected status and worked hard to keep it. She paid more attention to her looks than ever, grooming herself to perfection every morning. She attended gym religiously to maintain her figure and performed pelvic exercises every day until she was virgin-tight. Daddy had held her to her promise of "anything, anytime", and she had not disappointed him. She knew that she had to be perfect, to fulfill his every desire, so that even the young women who sucked his cock to obtain their community service would be nothing but a quick thrill, just as quickly forgotten.
Calling him "Daddy" had been an easy way to ingratiate herself - and surprisingly she found herself falling into the role of daughter/sub quite easily. It felt natural - he was a strong, authoratative figure, and she just a naughty girl who needed someone to take charge.
The judge meanwhile, had experienced a life-change of his own. After spending several years in an increasingly loveless and sexless marriage, Tara's beauty and willingness were simply mind-blowing. His libido, formerly at low ebb, rose to levels he hadn't experienced since his twenties. He found a new love for life, there was a spring in his step and a gleam in his eye. Now full of energy that he thought he had lost, he gave up golf and started playing tennis again. The regular exercise (plus the vigorous nightly sex) melted the softness from his frame and he had a body to be proud of, trim and taut. He was happier than he had ever been. It had taken decades of hard work to achieve his goal of administering law, and the years had slowly sapped his energy and enthusiasm. But now he had everything he could wish for - a respected position, a beautiful and compliant woman to share his bed - and the envy of all around him.
He was quick to show his appreciation. Tara found herself pampered as never before, perfume, lingerie, and designer clothes that previously she could only gaze at wistfully. He took her to both public functions and private parties, shamelessly introducing her as "my mistress". Tara was always the youngest and prettiest woman present, and she delighted in the envious looks she received from older wives - not to mention the attention she got from their husbands. She behaved graciously, but always made sure that she showed herself off to best advantage, letting them see her beauty and subtly hinting at her complete sexual submission.
Like many women through the ages, Tara came to enjoy her role as a trophy. Where previously she had been just a toy for men in authority, she was now an unattainable prize who belonged to only one man. She had a value that she had never had before. She knew that she raised Daddy's standing simply by being his possession and she reveled in it. To her surprise, she found that she was enjoying his company more and more. No longer did she merely fulfill his desires - she actually enjoyed it. Her faked orgasms gave way to real ones and she began to initiate sex instead of just being available.
Tara bent over the desk once more, presenting herself for optimum view and availability. She had been ordered into this position countless times, reluctantly presenting herself for strappings and searches - but now she did it willingly. She slowly wagged her luscious bottom from side to side. "Give it to me Daddy!" she begged. Her ass was tingling, and her pussy was wet in anticipation of the fucking she would receive when her punishment was complete.
It had been a long, hard road for Tara. Strappings, searches, and other humiliations had taught her the error of her ways - and the importance of submission. The CPA had, eventually, taught her to be a good girl.
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Judge Sumption's study, 11:45 PM
Tara was bent over the desk in Daddy's study. Her skirt and G-string had been removed, leaving her naked from the waist down. Her torso was flat on the polished wood surface and her legs were spread wide. Her buttocks were stretched tight, and Daddy had an excellent view of her feminine charms.
Tara's asshole was so small that she could have covered it with the tip of her thumb, and so pale that it was nearly the same colour as her skin. The pussy below it was slightly open thanks to her position, and he could see her delicate inner lips, a soft pink. She was looking back over her shoulder and smiling happily.
"Punish me Daddy!" she begged. "Give me what I deserve!"
Tara had arrived home just as his Friday night poker game was breaking up. His friends had gazed lustfully at her scantily-clad body - attention that she thoroughly enjoyed.
"Did you have a good time sweetie?" Daddy had asked.
"Yes, Daddy. I got to watch a police raid! Lots of pretty girls bending for the strap. And even more spreading their legs to be searched." Tara knew that her story was exciting the men, and she shamelessly embellished it. "They used the spanking block on the dance floor for the really bad girls - but then they took it into a back room. The prettiest girls got taken in there for a very long time - and they walked funny when they came out!"
She giggled. D's friends would go wild imagining what might have happened in that mythical back room. Tara loved to tease them, to invent scenarios that would fuel their fantasies - and make them all wish that she belonged to them.
"Sounds fun. I hope you behaved yourself."
Tara bit her lip and looked down, fluttering her eyelashes theatrically. "Um..."
"Tara?" Daddy raised an eyebrow.
"I may have flashed a little on the dance floor," Tara admitted. "I think my skirt is too short."
'Flashing' didn't come close to describing her near-naked display, and she had danced in nothing but her G-string, but the facts weren't important. Daddy spanked her once a week - "Just to remind you who's in charge" - but both of them found it more satisfying when she did something to earn it. The roleplay of her as a naughty girl and him as the loving but strict father made it all the sweeter when she submitted to him.
Daddy shook his head. "It seems you need to be taught a lesson. Go to my study and wait."
"Yes, daddy," replied Tara demurely. She smiled at the other men and winked. "Good spankings make for good girls!" she said, leaving them in no doubt as to what was going to happen to her. Knowing that all eyes were on her as she left the room, she reached back and pulled up her skirt to give them a tantalising glimpse of her perfect posterior just before she walked out the door. It wasn't long before she was over his desk, ready to take her spanking.
"Eyes front!" he ordered.
Tara complied, turning her head around and placing her chin on the desk. She knew what she looked like in this position - and she loved to display herself to the man who owned her.
Daddy unbuckled his belt, and a delicious thrill ran through her body as she heard it slide through the loops on his pants. She had no fear of the belt - it was a mild sting compared to the brutal beatings she had endured at the hands of the police. A dozen from Daddy wasn't really punishment - it was foreplay.
The belt gently stroked her proffered buttocks, making her tingle with excitement. "You've been a bad girl, Tara!"
"Yes, Daddy. I need to be spanked."
Tara had learned to accept her place. Good, bad - it didn't matter. It was her duty to bend over and take leather - or whatever else he decided to do.
*SMACK!*
The belt whipped across her tight ass, making her gasp.
"Thank you Daddy! Please give me another!"
He made her wait, watching in satisfaction as a red stripe ripened on her white buttocks.
*SMACK!*
"Oooohhh! Thank you Daddy! Please give me another!"
The judge was happy to oblige her, methodically laying his belt into her delicious derriere. The pain was stimulating, each swat stinging her skin and sending a tingle through her body. She knew that it excited him - and that made her happy.
*SMACK!*
"Ahhhh! Thank you Daddy! Please give me another!"
He continued to spank her, carefully reddening every inch of her lovely behind as Tara thanked him gratefully. When he was satisfied with the glow of her cheeks, he ceased to swing his belt.
"Well done Tara. You may stand now."
Tara got to her feet slowly. She turned around to face the man who had punished her - and who had saved her. She was smiling, her eyes sparkling as she wrapped her arms around him. She kissed him passionately and ground her beautiful pussy against the hard cock within his pants.
"Please, Daddy - I want some more!" she breathed into his ear.
"Are you sure?"
"Yes, Daddy! Whip my little bottom!"
Since becoming a mistress, Tara's life had changed in ways she had never imagined. Immunity from the strap was just the start. It had been thrilling to walk down the street without fear, knowing that she was untouchable. She had even started driving again. Previously it had been out of the question - the moment a police scanner ran her plates she would be pulled over and given the dreaded order: "Bend and Present!" for some imaginary offense, but now they would see her protected status and look for another victim. Without the threat of brutal strappings hanging over her head she could start to enjoy life again, going where she pleased and doing as she wished.
There had been some loud grumbling on the spanking forums when it was discovered that she now held a Golden Ticket - but since she could no longer be set up for their entertainment her numerous 'fans' had no choice but to seek their fun elsewhere. While her name would forever be associated with the CPA, Tara's face slowly faded from public memory since there were no new videos of her being chastised.
Tara had not taken her new-found freedom for granted. She was well aware that her ESP was only valid as long as Daddy endorsed it and he regularly saw other girls seeking community service orders - any one of which would gladly take her place if they could. Having been through hell for the last year, she had no intention of losing her protected status and worked hard to keep it. She paid more attention to her looks than ever, grooming herself to perfection every morning. She attended gym religiously to maintain her figure and performed pelvic exercises every day until she was virgin-tight. Daddy had held her to her promise of "anything, anytime", and she had not disappointed him. She knew that she had to be perfect, to fulfill his every desire, so that even the young women who sucked his cock to obtain their community service would be nothing but a quick thrill, just as quickly forgotten.
Calling him "Daddy" had been an easy way to ingratiate herself - and surprisingly she found herself falling into the role of daughter/sub quite easily. It felt natural - he was a strong, authoratative figure, and she just a naughty girl who needed someone to take charge.
The judge meanwhile, had experienced a life-change of his own. After spending several years in an increasingly loveless and sexless marriage, Tara's beauty and willingness were simply mind-blowing. His libido, formerly at low ebb, rose to levels he hadn't experienced since his twenties. He found a new love for life, there was a spring in his step and a gleam in his eye. Now full of energy that he thought he had lost, he gave up golf and started playing tennis again. The regular exercise (plus the vigorous nightly sex) melted the softness from his frame and he had a body to be proud of, trim and taut. He was happier than he had ever been. It had taken decades of hard work to achieve his goal of administering law, and the years had slowly sapped his energy and enthusiasm. But now he had everything he could wish for - a respected position, a beautiful and compliant woman to share his bed - and the envy of all around him.
He was quick to show his appreciation. Tara found herself pampered as never before, perfume, lingerie, and designer clothes that previously she could only gaze at wistfully. He took her to both public functions and private parties, shamelessly introducing her as "my mistress". Tara was always the youngest and prettiest woman present, and she delighted in the envious looks she received from older wives - not to mention the attention she got from their husbands. She behaved graciously, but always made sure that she showed herself off to best advantage, letting them see her beauty and subtly hinting at her complete sexual submission.
Like many women through the ages, Tara came to enjoy her role as a trophy. Where previously she had been just a toy for men in authority, she was now an unattainable prize who belonged to only one man. She had a value that she had never had before. She knew that she raised Daddy's standing simply by being his possession and she reveled in it. To her surprise, she found that she was enjoying his company more and more. No longer did she merely fulfill his desires - she actually enjoyed it. Her faked orgasms gave way to real ones and she began to initiate sex instead of just being available.
Tara bent over the desk once more, presenting herself for optimum view and availability. She had been ordered into this position countless times, reluctantly presenting herself for strappings and searches - but now she did it willingly. She slowly wagged her luscious bottom from side to side. "Give it to me Daddy!" she begged. Her ass was tingling, and her pussy was wet in anticipation of the fucking she would receive when her punishment was complete.
It had been a long, hard road for Tara. Strappings, searches, and other humiliations had taught her the error of her ways - and the importance of submission. The CPA had, eventually, taught her to be a good girl.
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Re: Tales of the CPA: Good Spankings make for Good Girls (Tara #3)
I really love the idea of the ESP Golden Ticket and the opportunities it provides - sheer genius in my estimation not to mention a clever plot idea.
Tara, however, stole the show. What an endearing persona. I could just imagine her confidence and mischievous smile as she set about satisfying her own personal needs which she had been previously denied for so long.
Another marvelous story!
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Tara, however, stole the show. What an endearing persona. I could just imagine her confidence and mischievous smile as she set about satisfying her own personal needs which she had been previously denied for so long.
Another marvelous story!
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Re: Tales of the CPA: Good Spankings make for Good Girls (Tara #3)
Thank you!Hooked6 wrote: ↑Mon Sep 28, 2020 10:00 am I really love the idea of the ESP Golden Ticket and the opportunities it provides - sheer genius in my estimation not to mention a clever plot idea.
Tara, however, stole the show. What an endearing persona. I could just imagine her confidence and mischievous smile as she set about satisfying her own personal needs which she had been previously denied for so long.
Another marvelous story!
Hooked6
I only thought about the "Golden Ticket" idea when writing this story - though in hindsight it seems obvious that there must be such a system. The upper classes and well-connected will always be above the rules set on the rest of society, so there had to be an exemption available.
As far as Tara goes: she has been beaten black and blue for months, been searched and flushed dozens of times, and generally been through the wringer. I'm a fair man, I decided that once she learned her place she could get a reprieve. A recurring theme in these stories is that 'good girls' who submit gracefully get off lighter than those who fight the system. Now that Tara has accepted her role as mistress she has earned her immunity.
It seems logical to me that she should enjoy being part of the system. After all, she got no sympathy when taking her medicine all those times, she's going to enjoy inflicting it on others. But the most important thing is that she has been well-punished for her bad behaviour, and now she is a better person because of it.
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