"Why are you so rigid and uptight?"
Izaak snorted and shook his head at me, but had a grin that showed off his pearly whites. "Who said that about me? Chloe?"
"Nah, it's just the impression I get. Maybe it's the whole cop thing."
"Oh? Not into police officers?"
"Can you blame me? I'm a hood Mexican chick, cops aren't exactly tryin' to be nice to me. I dunno how you put up with the racism, especially since you're brown, too. Where are you from anyway?"
"Egypt, but was adopted by my aunt in Poland at age 8, so I don't remember much about my homeland."
"Damn, and now you're here. You've really been around."
"You have no idea." He leaned in towards me taking a sip of his drink. "So your family is from Mexico? Have you ever been?"
"Nah, we never had the money nor anyone to go with me. Then after my parents were deported shit kinda hit the fan for me, so I didn't wanna go see them. My brother went to see them a few times. I never got around to it."
"Why not? Don't you want to know about your heritage?"
I cleared my throat and pushed my emotions away, wondering how I could answer without opening a can of worms. "I know enough about my people already. I'll go one day."
His eyebrows raised, realizing that I was feeling uncomfortable and dodging his question. "If it makes you feel any better, I have no desire to return to Egypt."
I lifted the beer bottle to my lips and took a swig, savoring the malty flavor for a couple of seconds. "What's it like workin' for the FBI? Must be thrilling."
"There's a lot of excitement and paperwork."
"You in the field? Is it like tv? Do you go undercover? We should do an interrogation scene together someday." Surprisingly he let me get out all of my questions without interrupting, just waiting patiently.
"Yes, no, yes, and perhaps. What kind of 'interrogation scene' are you into?"
"I dunno. Someday I'll withhold info from you and you could treat me like a criminal, cuff me, and even spank me." I gave him a wink,
"There would definitely be spanking," he promised.
"I'm always breaking rules, so I'm sure the opportunity will present itself someday. Feel free to take advantage if it does. I'm consenting now."
Izaak chuckled. "I'll keep that in mind."
Before our conversation could continue, Gabe called for everyone's attention. His hazel eyes bore into me as he spoke, reminding everyone that one of the purposes of this meeting was to have an audience for the beating I'd be getting with Clo. My heart fluttered in nervous excitement at the idea of showing off my ass for all these people.
"Aside from the 12 cents that the two of you went over budget, I also have another matter I'd like to bring to attention." My eyebrows raised, wondering what else we'd done wrong. "What 'souvenirs' did you bring everyone back from the trip?" Gabe glanced at Clo who looked at the floor, then back at me.
"We got different shit."
"What did you get Molly?"
When I realized what he was doing my eyes narrowed and Clo hid her face. So I looked at my red haired friend. "Did you tell him? What the fuck, Molly."
"I didn't say anything!" she promised, and it looked like she was being honest.
"Then how the fuck did he know?"
"Answer my question," Gabe interjected angrily, snapping his finger.
With an eyeroll I said, "we brought her back an oil cartridge. But who cares, it's legal there anyway."
Izaak let out a groan. "Is that true, Chloe?" His brows were furrowed and he looked genuinely upset with her.
She nodded weakly.
With a sigh he stood up, throwing his hands into the air. Toby looked on curiously, and Molly seemed rattled with guilt at Gabe having found out about the weed. I wanted to keep arguing to find out how he knew, but now the two men were having a talk about how they planned to deal with us. It was decided that Gabe would administer the 12 lashes with the cane, and Izaak would follow up with **something**.
"Who's first?" Gabe asked.
I stood abruptly and stepped forward, suppressing my grin as much as possible. It would hurt like hell, but I was kind of excited to get spanked by Izaak.
I hadn't noticed that someone brought my stool into the room at some point, which was now seated in the middle of everyone. As I went to lean over, Gabe stopped me.
"Bare your bottom," he ordered.
With a glare I unfastened and dropped my pants and panties to my knees, then leaned over the stool, hands wrapped around the legs.
The cane wooshed through the air causing me to shiver. "Why do you have to always use that damn thing," I hissed.
Without warning the rattan whipped down on my bare ass hard, causing me to shriek and reach back. Gabe pushed my hand away. "We don't need any of your mouth," he said, landing the second lash on my thighs since I wouldn't move my hand away.
I gripped the wood again, legs wobbling from the intensity of the last two lashes. My backside throbbed, not ready for the rest.
"The only reason you're in this mess is because you had to be a smartass and go over budget by a few pennies to see if I'd been serious about the punishment. Isn't that right?"
My grumble as an answer wasn't satisfying as he delivered the third and fourth blows immediately after another. "Oooowwwww, fuck! It was just supposed to be funny."
"Ha. I don't see you laughing." The cane crashed again, fifth stripe forming on my ass, then again.
We were only halfway done with the caning and my breathing was heavy, ass on fire. Gabe was hitting me much harder than normal, determined to make an impression.
The last half of the punishment he didn't speak, just whipped me mercilessly, leaving me near tears.
When he finished he ordered me up. My pants and panties were all the way down to my ankles now, and I realized that basically everyone was looking at me naked. While half of them had already seen me in that condition before, the others hadn't, and I may have blushed slightly when I realized what they were looking at.
My hands flew to rub the sting out of my bottom, but now Izaak was ready to start his spanking.
**write in that scene**
Tears were flowing freely and I almost didn't realize he'd stopped except he lifted me up. When I dared peek through my sweaty hair, Izaak had a warm expression, a mixture of "you deserved that" and "I'm sorry." He pulled me forward for a hug, hand reaching down to rub out some of the sting for me before sending me on my way.
I tenderly pulled my panties and pants back up, wiping the tears away and hobbling back to my seat. Everyone was staring at me and I tried to focus on enjoying the attention, rather than their disappointed expressions. Except Clo... she looked terrified.
As I sat Izaak cleared his throat. "Chloe Peterson, front and center."
The words spilled from his mouth and sped to my brain, reminding me of what I'd been reading lately. In my most recent search I'd found a few different women who could potentially be Pattie Cake.
Yearbook photos flashed through my mind, the one of Chloe Peterson from Lansing, Michigan. Newspaper articles. Criminal father. But how could it be the same person? They didn't look enough alike?
The first cane lash happened in front of me and I looked up to see the red stripe in the center of her creamy white bottom. Was she a criminal?
No comments:
Post a Comment