Authors: Bree Jandora
His words gave me comfort. Why did I care about being a good girl for this man? This stranger? Why did I want to be good for a man who treated me so badly?
Why couldn’t Joshua have treated me like this?
Damn it! Stop thinking about Joshua! What’s gotten into you?
I clenched my ass around his cock, trying to enjoy the feeling. And, to my surprise, it became pleasurable… in a way. It wasn’t the same pleasure that his dick had just given me deep inside my pussy. But still, there was something very soothing about being filled up like this.
Christopher gave me a little while longer before slowly pushing himself further inside. He then pulled out, but not all the way.
I felt tears come to my eyes. It was painful again, but I wanted that to change. I wanted to enjoy this and I had a feeling that I could. I just needed practice.
He slowly moved in, then out. Penetrating me fully until I thought I couldn’t take the pain anymore. And there were times when I couldn’t take it but I had no choice. My screams were muffled, and they wouldn’t have stopped him anyway.
He started to go faster and harder, driving himself inside my tight, virgin ass until the pain was so bad, I could barely see straight.
Right then, the bedroom door swung wide open.
I inhaled so hard, I thought the leather ball was going to come out of the gag and go down my throat to choke me.
I watched as three police officers stormed the room, each holding a gun pointed at Christopher.
My recollection of the time immediately following was a blur. The officers read Christopher his rights and led him out of the room in handcuffs. A nice female cop helped me out of my restraints and found my clothes on the floor, then drove me in silence to the police station. Or, at least, I thought there was silence. There were no words I could remember. My mind was swimming in thoughts and recent memories. I kept picturing Christopher’s face above mine as he fucked me. Sitting there on my tender ass in the police car was a painful reminder of the evening’s bittersweet events.
And I knew those bittersweet events had changed me for the rest of my life.
The nice lady cop guided me inside the police station where I sat in a chair, on top of a pillow, in a room with her and another officer. I vaguely recognized him as one of the cops who held a gun at Christopher’s head. They gave me a blanket to wrap around myself because I was shivering. I had no idea how long the cop was talking before the words he spoke finally entered my consciousness.
“We tracked him down to a hotel by the airport,” he said. “His credit card information said he booked a room there. But then we found out he was at his mother’s house with his latest victim. You.” The officer sighed. “We’re sorry it took so long to get there. Truly, truly sorry. If you’d been at that damned hotel we would’ve busted him before anything happened.”
“His mother’s house?” I asked.
“Yeah. She recently went to Florida for the winter and he has access to her house. We should’ve had someone tracking that place but we only got the warrant today.”
“What’s he being arrested for?”
“We’re holding him on rape charges.” The officer’s eyes narrowed. He looked at me like I was crazy for not already knowing why they stormed the house. “Four women claim to have been raped by him in the past two months after meeting him on a website.”
“Rape?” I clutched the blanket tight across my chest.
“Yes.” He leaned forward in his chair. “It’s nothing to be ashamed of. We’ll take you to the hospital as soon as Officer Dunbar takes your statement—”
“Oh, you think he raped me? Is that what you’re saying?”
The officer, whose name tag I now saw as ‘V. R. Chavez’ sat back in his chair with a dumbfounded look. “Yes. We caught him in the act with you, ma’am.”
“No.” I shook my head. “He didn’t rape me. I can’t speak for the other women but it wasn’t rape with me. Definitely not.”
He slid his palm across his forehead. “Look, maybe you need some time to think about it. That’s perfectly understandable.”
“No, I don’t. I promise. Christopher did
rape me.” I looked down at the floor, biting my lip for a moment, then looked back up at the officer. “Wherever he’s probably going to prison, do they allow conjugal visits?”
“Shit.” He shook his head, frowning. “I’m gonna make a phone call. Sounds like what you need is some counseling.”
, I thought.
Maybe I just need another good spanking.
Fuck, what a night. I set out seeking the spanking I’d craved for years, but I ended up finding so much more. I sat in a cold police station with a pillow under my ass—which was sore for more than one reason—but I felt a sense of relief I’d never felt before in my life.
No, wait… it wasn’t relief. It was freedom. That’s what I felt. Like something deep inside me was now loose, no longer holding me back.
Chavez continued. “Miss Dalton, you don’t know how lucky you are. What he did to those other women was brutal. We’re pretty sure he tried to kill two of the four victims.” He paused, frowning at me. “Did he choke you?”
“Did he threaten you with a knife?”
“Really?” He arched an eyebrow.
The female officer sitting beside me, who I now saw was ‘B. B. Dunbar,’ turned to me and spoke in a gentle voice. “It’s okay, hon. You don’t have to lie. You’re probably in shock.”
“I’m not lying. I swear. He was actually pretty nice to me.”
Her eyes slowly widened. She looked across the room at Chavez for a second, then back at me. “Nice? He had you naked and tied up. And I’m sure I saw welts on your tush when you got dressed.”
“Yeah. I know.” I rubbed one of my temples where I felt a headache coming on. “But it was all consensual. I promise.”
It took a lot more talking and the signing of an official statement to convince them I was telling the truth before they’d drive me back to my car. It was still parked along Sycamore Street outside what I now knew was Christopher’s mother’s house.
As I drove home, I replayed the events of the evening. I knew exactly what happened. His intent was to rape me, but I went right along with him. I wanted every single thing he gave me, and I would’ve done anything to repeat that night. But how in the world would I do that? Could I possibly place another personal ad saying, ‘Force yourself on me and we’ll see what develops’? When did I go from ‘girl with spanking fetish’ to
And what the hell was
I took comfort in the knowledge that I was still very much a girl with a spanking fetish. I already looked forward to checking my email to see if I had any new inquiries. Could I get so lucky with that couple who wanted a menage? Or that older gentleman who wanted to discipline me, expecting nothing in return? What would
When I got back to my house it was well after midnight. I took a moment to call work and tell them I couldn’t be there on Monday morning. Then I changed into my pajamas and barely washed my face. I was suddenly too physically drained to even take a shower to wash my evening with Christopher away. My phone rang just as I was about to crawl under my nice, cozy covers for the night.
I answered. “Hello?”
Hi Brooke. You okay?”
“Yeah. Why wouldn’t I be?”
He paused. I heard him exhale into the phone.
“You remember my friend Rico? He lives around the corner from the police station and he happened to be driving down the street and thought he saw you walking out of there with an officer about an hour ago.”
“Shit.” Of all people to find out about this night… “Yeah, I had a weird thing happen tonight. But I’m fine.”
You sure? He said you looked pretty bad.”
“Tell him I really appreciate the compliment.”
Joshua laughed. “
That’s not what I meant. You always look good. He just said it looked like your hair was all messed up or whatever. Like you got in a fight or something.”
“No. There was no fight. It was nothing like that. Really, I’m fine.”
It’s not normal to walk out of a police station this late at night looking all roughed-up. I was hoping you’d tell me it wasn’t really you he saw. Now I’m worried.
“Please, don’t.” Tears, completely unexpected, suddenly filled my eyes. I wiped them away and tried to keep my voice quiet and steady to keep him from hearing me cry. He’d think it was associated with my trip to the police station, and it wasn’t. But he didn’t need to know the real reason for my tears. “It’s over now. And you don’t need to worry about me.”
I can’t help it, Brooke. I miss you. When he told me he saw you tonight I forgot I was ever mad at you—”
“Stop, okay?” I put my hand over the phone long enough to keep him from hearing me sniffle. “Just let it go.”
Do you miss me, too?”
The answer was clear in my head:
Of course I do
. But it changed nothing. “I have to go to sleep. It’s been a long day.”
Are you crying?”
“I have to go.” I could barely choke the words out. I just hit ‘End’ on my phone, set the ringer to ‘silent,’ and threw the phone on top of my dresser.
Then I got in bed and cried uncontrollably into my pillow. The increased soreness between my legs and all over my ass was strangely comforting.
I missed Joshua so much. Especially after the day I’d just had. It was nice to hear his voice again.
Why did it feel like the world had picked the last six hours to crash all around me?
As I lay there shaking and crying, I thought about picking up the phone to ask him to come over and hold me until I fell asleep, but why? We’d end up back in that same relationship. Sex would always be an issue. He thought I was too deviant. I thought he was too boring. What the hell would he think of me now? A guy tried to rape me tonight and I didn’t even realize it.
No, it could never work with Joshua. I’d spent way too much time in that relationship, trying to overlook our one major incompatibility. It wasn’t fair to either of us. Maybe someday we could be friends, but it was still too soon.
I looked forward to the next morning when I could start fresh, take some pain medication, soak in the tub, and then check for the latest responses to my personal ad. And try not to think about Joshua.
of Part 1
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A sample from
Dawn and Jordan,”
by Bree Jandora
He didn’t care that she could feel his dick jammed against her thigh. The only thing going through his mind was that he wanted to turn that little ass of hers a crimson red. He took a moment to look down at her pasty white skin. There were no bruises left from last week’s spanking. Not that it mattered. She was gonna get it really good today. If he couldn’t fuck her, he’d at least get to do this. He raised his arm high and used a little more strength than usual to bring his hand against her bottom with a loud
Instead of screaming in pain—her usual response to his punishment—she screamed in excitement. It was harder than his spankings of the past. But this time, it felt sexual. She felt her pussy get wetter and wetter the harder he spanked her. The pain she usually felt from his hand peppering her ass with forceful, stinging smacks now turned her on. That pain was pleasure this time, and she was determined not to hide it.
“Yes! Jordan!” she screamed, bucking her mound against the top of his thigh.
He shifted her around, tightening his grip around her waist. “You’re not supposed to enjoy this.”
“Neither are you!” She smiled as he gave her three stinging swats in a row, ending with another squeal of pleasure from the back of her throat.
“Damn it, Dawn.”
What’s happening to me?
Jordan thought as he slapped her ass again. He couldn’t control his erection or the strength of his hand. And he didn’t want to.