My punishment

“Honey, please?” I plead. “Not like this.”

He just glides his hand over my bare ass, caressing and squeezing my cheeks. His fingers gently brush the curly hair sticking out from between my legs. His touch is soothing, but I cannot relax, knowing that I am on display like this.

I feel him lift his hand from my rump, and I tense my body, bracing for what I know is about to come. I close my eyes and clench my ass cheeks. The pain explodes from my ass, like a thousand needles sticking me at once. Involuntarily, I let out a loud shriek, as the pain wracks my body. As the pain subsides, however, I notice an underlying current of pleasure, a tingling, emanating from my clit and spreading across my stomach.

My husband rubs my sore ass, wiping away some of the pain. “Dear,” he says to me, “I certainly don’t mind if you scream. But you might want to be aware that the more noise you make, the more likely you are to wake the neighbors. Or, for that matter, our children. But if you want an audience, by all means go ahead.” He turns to the officers, standing behind me. “What do you say we make sure that anyone who wants to watch the show has a good view?”

What does he mean, I wonder? Then my confusion dissipates, as I am bathed in the bright glare of the police car’s spotlight. Oh god, I think. Now everyone really can see me.

Without warning his hand crashed down on my rump again, causing another explosion of pain and pleasure. This time I manage to stifle my scream, expelling only a low grunt. Again he caresses my ass cheeks, but for a shorter time than before. Another spank, and now he is running his fingers through my pubic hair, and pressing against my labia.

One, two, three spanks in quick succession. The pain and the pleasure mix, flowing through my body. My nipples are painfully erect, my ass throbs, my clit tingles. I can feel his fingers parting my outer lips, sliding into my slit, pushing their way deep into my pussy. He pulls out. “Hey guys,” he shouts to the officers, “I think she’s enjoying this. Look at how wet her pussy is!” I feel his fingers pulling my lips apart. The cold air feels good on my hot pussy, and a shiver runs through my body as I think about the two strangers standing behind me, being treated to a view of my insides.

The spanking begins again, and I count five swats before he stops. My rear is on fire, and my body is trembling with the approach of an orgasm. I can’t believe how turned on I am by all of this. My husband’s fingers dip back into my now sopping wet pussy, teasing me, stroking my pink flesh. His fingers withdraw and, without warning, I feel them press against my puckered anus. The lubrication from my pussy juices allows his fingers to easily break the surface, plunging into my dark hole. My head shoots up, my eyes open wide, and my ass clenches down on the invaders. I’ve never had anything enter my asshole before. I never even liked when my husband would tease it when he went down on me. But somehow, this feels different. Waves of pleasure roll across my body as his fingers pump in and out.

I look around me, as best as I can. My next door neighbor’s 18 year old son is standing on his porch, watching my punishment. He is dressed in his pajamas, and his hand is thrust down the front. I smile at him, too hot and bothered to care. I look up and see his mother staring at me from her bedroom window, one hand caressing her exposed breasts, the other hand hidden from my view. Looking around some more, I can see rustling behind the curtains of at least one or two other homes. And that is just what’s in front of me. I have no way of knowing who’s watching me from behind.

The fingers slide out of my anus, leaving me feeling somewhat empty. The feeling of loss is soon replaced, as my spanking begins again. This time, the swats do not quickly end. I lose count of how many times I feel my husband’s hand smack my burning rump, but each spank now is pushing me forward, forcing my sensitive clitoris against his leg.

“Oh god,” I moan, “hurts, so good, oh yeah, don’t stop.” Tremors cause me to shake and twitch, and then it hits. I go over the edge, violent spasms wrack my body, and it feels like a tidal wave has hit. My whole body explodes in a burst of **** pleasure, every nerve ending alive, craving more. I look up in the midst of the most powerful orgasm I’ve ever experienced, and see the neighbor boy, pajamas around his knees, spraying cum across his porch.

The spanking continues, lighter now, as I come down from my climax. Finally, his hand comes to rest on my swollen ass. I just lay there across his lap, trying to catch my breath. Eventually, he helps me to my feet. I can see a large wet spot that has formed on his thigh, and my legs are wet with my running juice.

“Thank you,” I whisper to my husband.

“Don’t thank me,” he replies. “It’s these nice officers who allowed me to punish you instead of taking you to jail. I think they are the ones who deserve a thank you.”

I turn to the officers. “Thank you.”

“Not like that. Go over there and give them a proper thank you.”

I walk over to the officers, as best as I can. I am still wobbly from my orgasm, and my hands are still cuffed behind my back. I walk up to the younger officer. “Thank you sir, for allowing my husband to punish me. I really appreciate it.”

“Ask him what you can do to thank him,” my husband shouts to me.

“What can I do to thank you, sir?”

He places his hand on my shoulder, and smiles at me. “Well, there is one thing,” the officer says. I feel his hand become heavier on my shoulder. He pushes down harder, until I can no longer stand straight. I am **** to my knees. He can’t expect me to... “Sir?” I ask. His response is to unzip the zipper of his pants. “But my husband...” I say, looking back over my shoulder. My husband is still sitting on the porch steps, and he just nods at me and smiles. He actually expects me to blow this police officer!