Caught in the lap of the law

The beleaguered constable didn't quite know how he had ended up in this situation. He had a pregnant wife at home who he loved dearly and would never even dream of besmirching the honour of…

Yet here he was, bringing the palm of his hand down again and again against the bare rump of a woman whose exultations after each blow made it very clear she wasn't finding the experience particularly unpleasant. Somehow, he had felt compelled to do it… as if it was suddenly the only logical conclusion to the entire situation.

The woman herself was certainly not unpleasant to look at: with long, dark hair, dark eyes and acres of well-tanned skin. She arched her back in anticipation of each spank, looking back at him with a bitten bottom lip and fluttering lashes. All clearly facets of some strange game that she was most definitely in charge of, cuffs and badged authority be damned. The shivers that crept up her spine and sordid moans that slipped from her lips seemed real enough though, as if she was deriving more pleasure from these small acts of **** than any other woman he had ever known.

By the time Maude Merryweather had got into town and found out what had happened, she was in a panic. Terrified that the sublime, wondrous thing that had burst through her bedroom window might already have been locked away. The general consensus of gossip was that the ‘madwoman’ had been led away in cuffs, and a good thing too! Though several of the male stallholders had more of a watery sheen to their eyes as they said it. Maude had barely been able to get herself dressed straight in terror of how the close-knit, judgemental lens of ‘civilisation’ might react to her marvellous visitor.

She burst through the door of the tiny police station without any solid plan of what she was going to say, beyond argue Chief Hillcroft into a corner and get him to hand the witch back over into her ‘care’. Instead, what she saw was young Jamie sat at his desk with his trousers around his ankles. Her beautiful witch did indeed still have her hands cuffed behind her back… but that didn't seem to be hampering her ability to straddle the man's lap and ride him like a trail pony.

Maude had known Jamie since he was a small, snot-nosed boy. She had never imagined she might one day see his genitalia buried to the hilt inside another woman. In fairness, the series of expressions crossing the young man's face suggested that he too wasn't exactly sure how he'd ended up in this situation. He almost looked ashamed to be clearly enjoying the sensations clearly coursing through his body. The witch, however, was very obvious in her gratification from this interaction. She slapped her hips down upon his lap in a lurid rhythm that seemed almost indulgent in itself. Maude could see the wiry muscles moving beneath those acres of tanned skin and realised that here was a being completely in control of her physicality: She could go as fast or slow as she wanted. Keep the action going as long as she saw fit. Grind this poor lawman she had trapped between her thighs into dust, or simply keep him where she wanted him for as long as she saw fit.

The timid schoolteacher saw the power there, just in this dynamic. Saw the pure, unfiltered confidence that dripped from every pore of the woman, along with the sweat of her exertions. The steel cuffs and stern, pompous officiality of this office meant nothing to this creature who had wandered in from the wilds. Maude saw all this and felt hungry in a way she'd never thought possible. Thirsty like a woman who had lived all her life in the desert and then stumbled into the Nile. But above all, she watched those two bodies colliding and felt horny beyond all belief, unable to stop her own hands from creeping into the crevices of her clothing and caressing the sensitivities underneath.