“Do you think I’ve been punished enough for all my bad behaviour?” Mel asked in a girly voice.
WHACK!
This time it was the other cheek with the paddle. Mel knew this was reddening her backside and it brought a tear to her eye, but the sensations going through her body were telling her she wanted more.
WHACK!
“I’m just not learning my lesson am I?” Mel whimpered, anticipating the next stinging blow.
WHACK.
“HUH!” Mel breathed in pleasure as her left glute throbbed, the heat moving throughout her lower body. Mel let out a tiny chuckle. She’d never experienced anything like this before as she dangled in the air, her legs quivering joyously. “I guess I deserve to be punished,” Mel teased.
SMACK!
“Ungh!” Mel whimpered, in a state of painful delirium.
“You’ve been a very naughty girl haven’t you?” Doctor Bart Bart teased Mel. Mel bit her lip at the thought of what was coming.
“Yes,” Mel whispered. Bart moved his hand back to strike her again, bringing the wooden panel down fiercely on the other cheek.
SMACK!
“AAAAGH!” Mel screamed, involuntarily. Mel’s world had been rocked so completely since coming to Forston. If days ago someone had said to her she would have experienced all the different sexual shenanigans she had, Mel would have laughed in their faces, now here she was, wanting, nay, demanding more.
Suddenly a new sound broke her concentration, the doors being smacked open. Mel turned but couldn’t really see behind her however she did hear Bart speak up.
“Hey, Michael! You made it! Would you like to…”
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SMACK!
The round-house punch I aimed at Bart’s jaw sent his head wobbling comically on his thick neck. I watched as the big man fell back looking ridiculous, a gormless look of stunned befuddlement on his face.
“What’s going…Michael?! What are you doing here?!” Mel blurted out.
“Saving you of course come on!” I said as I unfastened her from the restraints they’d used to hold her against her will. I pulled at Mel’s hand to get her out of there, but felt resistance as she remained in position as if her feet had sprang roots and embedded themselves in the floor.
“Come on! They’ll be here any minute!” I yelled at Mel, but she just stood there, naked and proud.
“I’m not going anywhere!” Mel replied. I was starting to feel panic, knowing that the sex maniacs of Forston were about to come through the door at any minute.
“Look, I’m sorry for everything that has gone on so far but we need to get away from here, far from here,” I stated as I held her face.
“No, Michael. It’s you that’s not getting it,” Mel replied calmly, a strange “Stepford Wives” vibe coming off her as she seemed almost programmed. I realised then I couldn’t save her, she was already too far gone, so I hurtled over to the door, only to find my way blocked by my boss, Chief Inspector Frank Forrester.
“Michael. We need to talk,” Frank said calmly and motioned me to sit down.
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“First of all let me apologise for all of this,” Frank said after Mel had found a robe and I’d managed to calm down, somewhat. I don’t know what it was about the man but he had charm to spare and an easy manner that people responded to without him needing to raise his voice. He made command seem easy.
“When I was looking for a new sergeant I knew I wanted someone who was part of a happy marriage,” Frank began. I looked at Mel who nodded at this statement. “Mel’s been staying at mine for the last few days and we’ve had some good talks”.
“Frank wasn’t just after a sergeant…he wanted a replacement,” Mel continued. I raised my eyebrows in surprise.
“What me? As Chief?” I asked with barely concealed shock.
“Yes. I was after a couple who reminded me of myself and my lovely wife, Iris, before she passed,” Frank elaborated. I was perplexed. I had gone from sergeant in a place I didn’t want to be to potentially running it in a matter of days. I looked at Mel who had come over with this happy yet sad look as she held my hand, and I instantly knew what the real situation was.
“You’re ill, sir?” I asked. Frank nodded and all of the anger I felt about him and his debauched buddies seemed to evaporate like steam into the air. “How long?”
“Six months…give or take,” Frank confirmed. I felt like someone had grabbed my legs and pushed them together like I was a giant pair of bellows as the air seemed to be forced from my body.
“Sir, I’m sorry. I didn’t…” I offered, tearing up as I looked at Mel who was now starting to become glassy eyed herself.
“It’s okay. I’ve had a really good life and achieved everything I set out to,” Frank replied with his usual warmth, but even he couldn’t mask the sorrowful lining of these words. “I brought you here because you fitted my criteria of exceptionalism but it was the trawl through your social media that sealed the deal,” Frank continued.
“I’m sorry, sir. I don’t follow,” I interjected. Frank nodded before continuing.
“Looking at the pictures of you and Mel, out and about, happy, smiling, I figured you two were a very solid couple and your marriage good enough to stand the pressures of this community,” Frank replied, looking at the two of us like a parent who’d found out his kids had been drinking his 43 and topping it up with water. “I guess being an old fogie I wasn’t too “au fait” with how social media could deceive the eye”.
I looked at Mel and she nodded at me. It was true. Online we looked like every other perfect couple, doing standard couple stuff, living our lives like every other couple out there, but the arguments, the shouting, the time apart, the tears, the anger and recrimination were all invisible in our social media presence. I looked over to this beautiful woman who was now almost foreign to me. Mel smiled sadly back at me. It was a smile that conveyed fear and uncertainty over whether we had a future together.
“Does Dani know?” I asked, remembering my bumbling partner and how close she was with her father. Frank shook his head.
“Not yet,” Frank said, his face going ashen at the thought. For the first time since I’d known him he looked his age.
“You’ve got to tell her, sir,” I mentioned. Frank nodded, sullenly, as if I was telling him off
“I know. And I will do, I assure you,” Frank replied, apologetically. From behind us I heard a groan and more noise as Doctor Bart got up as he recovered from my punch.
“Ow! What gives man?” Bart muttered as he grasped his jaw in pain.
“Sorry, I thought you were torturing Mel,” I replied as Bart got up looking confused.
“But she didn’t even say pancakes,” Bart remarked.
“Pancakes?” I asked Mel.
“I’ll tell you later,” Mel reassured me.
“Anyway. That’s why you’re here. I’d like you both to stay, both here in Forston and here tonight, but, it’s your decision. It’s been a pleasure getting to know you both,” Frank stated, extending a hand. I took it and gave it a firm shake. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I need to get back,” Frank concluded, and with that he shimmied out of his robe to reveal his nakedness and then left, along with Doctor Bart, leaving Mel and I alone to contemplate things.
“I’m sorry for all of this,” I said, looking Mel in the eyes. I had ruined things between us. I had to own that. Mel teared up, her lip trembling as she avoided my gaze.
“It wasn’t…it’s not just you,” Mel sniffed. “I’ve…I’ve not been happy and I’ve done…things…” Mel began before I put my arm around her shoulder and pulled her into an embrace. “What’s going to happen to us?”
“I don’t know,” I replied as Mel cried into my uniform-clad shoulder. “But I guess us just leaving here isn’t going to fix things either,” I surmised. “So what say we go out there and join the FSO?”
“Forston Surveillance Organisation?” Mel asked.
“Yeah, that’s what I thought it stood for,” I replied as Mel began to unbutton my shirt whilst I unfastened my belt. Within two minutes the two of us were both naked, ogling each other up.
“I see you’re keen,” Mel noted, looking at mini-Mike. I looked at Mel’s slit and noticed just how protruding her clit was.
“Look who’s talking,” I pointed out. Mel moved her hands down and parted her folds so she could see what I could see.
“Oh yeah. Are you ready to take a look around?” Mel asked.
“Sure,” I replied, and with that the two of us set off. We walked down the corridor and looked in the rooms. The first room that was occupied was with the Buddies, the two of them vigorously fucking the other one’s wives doggy style. The two women had expressions of wanton lust as they were pounded from behind, moaning alternately and occasionally in unison. Every now and then one of the Buddies would slow down to hold off coming too soon whilst fiercely gripping their partner’s wives butt-cheeks. At one point DS Booker looked up and saw us standing and watching. He “Ooh”-ed in delight when he noticed that Mel was topless next to me. He elbowed DC Barber who looked over at the two of us watching all four of them perform.
“Hey, Sarge. Are you coming in or not?” DC Barber asked. Both Buddies practically drooling as they looked at Mel’s impressive tits.
“What are you thinking?” I whispered to Mel through clenched teeth and a fake smile as we watched the four of them fuck, moan and sweat.
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