Diana's Downfall: Bare Arm of The Law

"Oh, this is not good." Diana muttered nervously as she eyed the handcuffs around her wrists while getting to her feet. The woman took a deep breath in an attempt to calm herself down. "Okay, no problem. I'll just grab my keys and unlock the cuffs before running back to my car, getting dressed, and locking that Fat Ass up for the rest of her life."

As she turned and walked over to her hat, however, the woman gasped in horror as she saw that it was empty. "Where are they?!" She shrieked, lifting the hat up to her face as desperately looked for where her keys had gone. "That tub of lard couldn't have taken them! They were right here when I went and grabbed the handcuffs in the first -"

Diana felt her stomach drop as she came to a horrible realization. There were only two possible scenarios here that would explain what had happened.

Scenario one was when Diana picked up her cuffs, the keys slipped out of her grip and fell to the ground while she was belittling Alice.

Scenario two was that Diana already had the keys in hand as she was attempting to arrest Alice, only to lose them as the pear shaped woman shoved her to the ground.

And if either of those scenarios were correct, then that meant there was only one place they could be out here.

"No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no!" Diana said as she dropped her hat and fell to her knees on the path, desperately trying her best to dig and shift through the sand for her keys. "Please! They have to be here! I have to find them before I get - "

"Good Lord!"

Diana stopped what she was doing at the sound of the voice, her face going pale. Looking over her shoulder, The Policewoman saw a woman in her forties standing and staring at her in a mixture of shock and disgust while walking a golden retriever, the dog letting out a series of barks. Face turning red, Diana gave a big sheepish smile as she staggered back to her feet, covering her womanhood as she turned on her heel and faced the woman.

"Hi there!" Diana said with a nervous laugh, wishing the earth would just swallow her whole right now. "Now, I know what this looks like, Ma'am. You probably think I'm some crazy and disgusting deviant, right? Well, I'm really a p-"

"PERVERT!"

"No, no, no! That's not it!" Diana quickly exclaimed. "Please keep your voice down and let me -"

"What is wrong with you, you sick, twisted freak?!" The older woman snapped as she pulled out her phone, her dog continuing to bark like crazy. "I'm calling the police!"

"Oh, no, no! There's no need to call the cops!" Diana said sheepishly. She couldn't have another officer see her like this! If word got out about this at the precinct, all her hard work of building up her image would go up in smoke! Not only that, but she could kiss any chance of working her way up to Police Chief goodbye!

She'd be lucky if they didn't demote her to meter maid alongside that spoiled brat who continued to play make believe. Good Lord, Diana hated that newbie! What was her name? 'Sarah Swan'? 'Sapphire Stevens'? Something like that.

"Like hell there isn't!" The woman snapped as she started to dial.

Letting out a yelp, Diana spun around and made a mad dash towards the parking lot and her car, her breasts and butt shaking wildly as she ran. She hated that she could only cover her womanhood, **** to leave her other assets exposed, but she had no other choice as she blushed crimson and ran for it.

"You can run, but I'm still calling!" Diana heard the woman call out after, the mortified, naked policewoman hyperventilating at the very idea.

Diana did not stop running until she got to the police cruiser, seeing her clothes in the front seat as she desperately used her hands to jiggle the handle despite knowing full well that it was locked. After a few seconds, Diana stopped and used her cuffed hands to smack the window repeatedly. After the tenth wack, Diana remembered two very important things.

One, The Commissioner had recently gotten his request from the city to have all police vehicles have bulletproof glass windows accepted, so she had no chance of actually breaking the window.

And two, even if, by some miracle, she was able to break it, Diana would still be in trouble as there would be no way for her to get dressed or drive anywhere with these handcuffs still on and no key.

With a pathetic groan, The Policewoman made her way over to the hood of the vehicle, laying her front half on top of it as she placed her head in her hands. "Fan-Freaking-tastic. Now what am I supposed to do?!"

Diana groaned as she racked her brain in an attempt to get out of this situation, her face blazing. Just then, her head shot up as a lightbulb came on in her head. Her house wasn't too far from this very beach. In fact, Diana only lived two miles away from here. And she had a spare of handcuff and police car keys at home in a side table drawer, as well as a pair of bolt cutters in her garage that she could use if she didn't find the cuff keys. All she had to do was sneak back home, break in, get the cuffs off, get dressed, trek back to her car, change back into her uniform, and then pretend none of this ever happened.

It was a pretty good plan. However, there was one detail that Diana had noticed.

"A police officer streaking and committing breaking and entering." She muttered as she rolled her eyes. "Oh, the irony."

Regardless, Diana realized that she had ****. The woman with the dog must have called the police by now, which meant that she had a very small window of opportunity of escaping now. With a pained sigh, Diana brought her hands back to cover her womanhood as she streaked towards the parking lot's exit.

An hour into her streak, Diana was sneaking through back roads and alleyways to get back home. As she reached the park, the naked police officer pressed herself against the side of a dumpster, carefully peeking out from behind it as she surveyed her surroundings. The park had very little people in it at the moment.

There was a couple sitting on a park bench as the man and woman snuggled in close to one another, gazing up at the moon.

There was a group four of eighteen year olds filming a skateboarding video near the fountain, one of the boys directing his friends from behind the camera.

There was a nun and an old woman sitting down on another bench as they talked about things.

Eight people all together. Not a crowd, but still too many for Diana to be comfortable with right now. She'd just have to play it safe and jump from hiding place to hiding place whenever someone wasn't looking. Taking a deep breath, Diana bolted from behind the dumpster and dove behind a bush. She peeked out and saw that nobody was looking her way.

Good.

Next, Diana checked if the coast was clear before making her way to an empty park bench, diving behind it before peeking out again. Again, it didn't seem like she was spotted.

So far, so good.

Looking around for a third time, Diana closed her eyes sprinted for the next item to hide behind.

"Head's up!"

Diana opened her eyes just in time to see an eighteen year old girl skating towards her, both women's eyes bugging out before they collided into one another. The girl fell off her skateboard and onto her back as Diana stumbled back for a bit. As she stepped forward, however, she ended up stepping on the skateboard and slipping backwards into the fountain with a splash.

Now, while Diana was humiliated by the thought of any of her coworkers seeing her naked and losing her image, she had another embarrassing fact about her: Despite her athletic build, Diana sank like a stone and was unable to swim.

Which was why the young, naked police officer was now splashing about in the fountain, panicking as she flailed her legs and tried to use her cuffed hands to tread the water.

"HELP!" She spat and sputtered, getting the attention of every person in the park. "I'm drowning! Get me out of here!"

"Try standing up, Lady." One of the eighteen year olds said flatly.

Diana stopped her splashing as she sat up, staggering to stand up before looking down. The water only came up to her calves. Looking up to see the crowd gathering around her, Diana chuckled sheepishly and blushed crimson at having just made a colossal idiot out of herself.

Of course, when I say that Diana saw the crowd gathering around her, what was meant was that she saw a bunch of blurs that she could only make out as people after squinting her eyes. Her panicking had apparently knocked her contacts loose, the two clear items now lost forever in the clear water of the fountain as she was now left unable to see a foot in front of her own nose.

Well, at least things couldn't get more humiliating, right?

"Wait a second..." The man said as he came over with his wife. "Isn't that the girl who was hitting on me at the bar yesterday? Even after I told her I was married?"

"Yeah!" His wife added, "Then she threatened to arrest me if you didn't!"

Diana squinted her eyes as she looked in the direction of the the couple, her face blazing as she realized that she did in fact recognize them. And what was worse, they recognized her!

"Dude! That's her!" One of the eighteen year olds said as she pointed to Diana, "That's the cop with the fat tits that broke my brother Joey's heart last week!"

Diana recognized her, too! That girl came in with that dorky mailman last week and cussed her out after she politely declined her brother's invitation to a movie date on Sunday.

Well, she may have laughed in his face when he asked that. And her exact words were more along the lines of 'Even if you were 98% muscle, had the face of a Greek god, had a smooth Hispanic accent, had a rod twice the length of the truck you drive, and just so happened to be the last man on Earth, I still would rather eat a pile of dead roaches and rats the height of Mount Everest than go on one date with a pimply, scrawny, buck toothed geek like you', but still.

Diana plastered her cuffed hands over her womanhood as she attempted to crab walk out of the fountain, her face blazing. However, the woman suddenly felt something tugging on her ear, causing the policewoman to yelp as she was dragged out of the fountain by a blob of black and white. She squinted her eyes to see the face of a none too happy nun.

"Well, you're just a little ball of sin, aren't you?" The Nun spat, glaring at Diana as she looked the young woman up and down. "Have you no shame or decency, you little harlot! You depraved deviant! Your soul will burn in damnation for your actions!"

"You think I want this, you old bat?!" Diana asked, defiance starting to rise a fight in her again. She had been through enough tonight! "And if my soul is going burning in hell, then you're obviously going to be there to see it happen, aren't you?!"

"How dare you!" The old woman screeched at Diana, "You do not talk to Sister Alexandria like that!"

Diana let out a fake gasp as she feigned surprise. "'Sister Alexandria'?" She asked sarcastically before turning to The Nun, "Not THE Sister Alexandria! Oh, forgive me for not recognizing the woman who is literally the same as every other fucking nun on the planet!"

That got some gasps from people as Sister Alexandria glared at her. If Diana hadn't already seen a glare that terrified her from the chubby girl at the beach, she would have considered giving the nun an apology for cussing her out.

"Well, young lady!" Sister Alexandria said sternly as she grabbed Diana's bound wrists and dragged her over to a park bench. "I think we should do something about this deviant behavior of yours. And since you love to show off, I feel that it would be best to show you off while we make sure you're repenting your sins."

Diana's stomach dropped as she put two and two while approaching the bench, the policewoman once again losing control of the situation. "You, uh," she began with a nervous chuckle, "you're not gonna actually spank me, are you?"

"Doing what your parents should have done to you from a much earlier age."

Diana was afraid of this. The policewoman had a love for being the one in control, which was why she always gave a “Head Bitch In Charge" attitude. But the second another person took that control away from her? Diana found completely turned on, week at the knees. Now, the policewoman was not one to willingly give up control, but after everything that had happened to her tonight, the woman was at her breaking point.

And add in the fact that she still needed release after not being able to do so earlier, and the fact that she was technically in bondage...

"Get into position, Girl!" Sister Alexandria sternly ordered, "Bending forward with your hands touching the back of the bench, with your behind sticking out."

Diana found herself unable to say no, getting into the position that was requested. She was well aware of the eyes and cameras glued to her ass, but she couldn't bring herself to go against orders.

"I think one hundred should be enough." Sister Alexandria said aloud as she readied her hand. However, just as she raised her hand...

"Wait a second, Sister!" The old woman called out, causing Diana to look over her shoulder. Was the old woman coming to her aid? This question was soon answered as the old woman handed Sister Alexandria her bamboo cane. "This should work much better for getting your point across."

Diana gulped as Alexandria took the cane, thanking the old woman before turning to the couple and the eighteen year olds. "Consider this a warning of what happens if you don't repent your sins!" The Nun said as she pulled back the cane and prepared to swing.

Diana closed her eyes as she braced for impact...