Asking for punishment

Constable Jamie Hillcroft was a long way out of his comfort zone on this one, and he was pretty sure his willing detainee knew it. Why oh why did she have to turn up on the one day Dad was out of town? Chief Hillcroft would know what to do with an unusually compliant but outrageously underdressed female.

The ‘station’ was quite a small building really: just a couple of desks and one large cell for overnight holding. Thankfully there were none of the usual hungover troublemakers from the night before today… Jamie could only imagine the sort of comments they’d be making in this moment. However, that also left him alone with the woman in a space that felt even more constrained than usual. She wandered in amicably enough, looking around, poking her nose into things he should probably tell her not to; bending over with her hands bound behind her back. He hadn’t actually intended to use the cuffs at all, but she had seen them on his hip and just sort of handed her wrists over to him. At least it had made it like he was in control of the situation to all the onlooking busybodies.

“So you've really not worn any clothes for the last three years?” He asked again, still trying to get his head around that one declaration.

“Really.” The young woman sighed, clearly bored by this line of questioning. “Me and my Sisters tend to find they just get in the way… We like to have very intimate connections with each other and the world around us.”

Jamie had heard stories about witches, of course. Everyone had… but no-one had seen one around here for half a century. Grandparent’s ramblings about sects of rampantly erotic young women and their secret rituals seemed so out of place in the growing world of automotives and industry.

“Well you walk around like that here, it's illegal.”

“Why?” She enquired, lounging against his father's desk in a manner most feline. The young constable couldn't tell whether she was asking why it had been declared so… or why she should comply regardless.

“Well, because otherwise you'd have to be punished by the…”

He realised he was going to regret the choice of words, even as he said them. The naked creature practically skipped around to prostrate herself across the desk and present her rear to him. Officer Hillcroft was suddenly offered a front row seat to a full view of her derriere, puckered star and ladybits included.

“What are you doing?!” He practically yelped, terrified that any moment his father and all the other senior staff might suddenly emerge from the woodwork.

“Well, whenever Mother Ropeburn caught us doing something we shouldn't, she'd say ‘a few good spanks'll set you straight’.”

“Did that work?” Asked Jamie, incredulously.

“Not usually…” Kinki admitted. “But it did seem to make her feel a lot better.”

The witch smiled sweetly, and wiggled her ass temptingly. Leaving Officer Hillcroft lost for any more words.