Her head arched back, her eyes closed tightly, her torso hugged the tree as her bottom twisted and bobbed under Jason’s ministrations. She stifled her cries as best she could, aware that the sounds of the implements he was using, though loud to her, would be almost inaudible only a few feet away. A scream, however, would pierce the night like a train whistle.
Suddenly, she became aware that she was seeing pinpricks of light beneath her eyelids. Opening her eyes, her heart almost stopped when she realized that a spotlight was moving past her, then suddenly snapped back to focus on the very tree she had her arms wrapped around. She knew there was no way her bare, red bottom wouldn’t be entirely visible within its beam. Jason’s only reaction was to tell her to remain in position as they heard the car door opening.
“But—”
“Stay!” Jason barked.
The one word was enough to have Nancy attempting to become one with the tree, praying the light would shift away. Her prayers seemed to have been answered when the darkness enveloped her again, but the respite lasted only long enough for a smaller beam to brush across her body. She heard a car door close and knew without a doubt they were no longer alone.
“Sir—”
“Shhh.”
The held her breath, ears straining, yet it only took Jason’s next words for her to know all her prayers had been futile.
“Good evening, officer.”
Nancy caught the sight of Jason calmly beginning to thread his belt back through the loops of his jeans which only intensified the fact that she while she was half-naked, the onlyitem of clothing her husband had removed had been that supple length of leather.
“Good evening, Sir. Is everything all right here, miss?”
Sure her face must be as red as her rear, Nancy realized he was addressing her. With her eyes tightly shut, as if she could imagine herself invisible to him if he were unseen by her, she swallowed hard but forced herself to answer.
“Yes, Sir. We, um… we were just?—”
“Playing in public?”
The comment was so unexpected, that Nancy’s head begin to spin. “Um, what? I mean, what did you… um, I’m sorry?” The officer’s laughter was also a total surprise.
“Nance, some day you are going to run into an authority figure who doesn’t share your kink,” the man said, and Nancy’s eyes flew open, her arms dropping from the tree as she turned around.
“Clayton?” she gasped when she recognized the man. When he laughed, she shook her head and bent to reach for her clothing.
“I don’t believe I heard Master Jason give you permission to cover, did I?” Clayton asked, turning his flashlight away and grinning over at his friend. “I can’t say as I blame you either. It’s a shame to cover such a beautifully punished ass, don’t you think?”
“Now, who am I to argue with a man of the law,” Jason said.
Nancy stood, still bent over clutching her clothing as she watched her husband’s feet cross the short distance between them. Part of her wanted to beg he allow her to dress, but the part of her that made the kink so incredibly rewarding was grateful when he delivered a sharp swat to her ass with one hand while using the other to turn her back to face the tree before bending to guide her feet from her clothing.
She felt his fingers brush across her ass. He had started with his hand, used a switch from a nearby tree, and ended the session with his belt. Nancy had pleaded and begged, but never once had attempted to release the tree to reach back and protect her backside from a single one of the strokes her husband desired to deliver.
He bent forward to speak to her. “I believe you need to give your attention to one of our city’s finest.” Jason’s eyebrow lifted as he smiled, looking into her eyes as if to make sure she was okay, that her arousal had not been driven away by Clayton’s arrival. Evidently, whatever he’d seen satisfied him that she was fine because he turned her to face the officer.
“Pardon me, Officer, Sir,” Nancy said as she looked up into Clayton’s face to make sure he knew she was properly contrite despite her ridiculously batting eyelashes and her grin.
“You should be very pleased, Mrs. Spellman, that I’ve decided to give you a verbal warning,” Carton said, his lips curling into a slow grin.
“Oh, thank you, Officer, you are so understanding and kind?—”
“Not so fast,” Clayton said, his face transforming. “While I would love to be able to walk through the park and witness a dozen such scenes, I’m afraid a great deal of Houstonians wouldn’t be quite so entertained.”
Nancy felt her stomach flip. She’d seen his expression look exactly as it did now, but only as he and his wife prepared for a scene at the club. “Um, thank you?”
“You can thank me after I take the price of the fine out of your ass. It’s been a while since I’ve had reason to paddle anyone but Beth.”
A quick glance toward Jason left no doubt in Nancy’s mind she would be across the officer’s lap getting her bottom paddled the next time the four of them were at Tastsinn. Beth was a feistylittle brunette who always managed to get herself a long, harsh punishment session at the club.
“Thank the nice policeman, Nancy,” Jason directed, and chuckled when she gave them both a look that conveyed she might be an exhibitionist and a blonde, but she wasn’t stupid.
