All Rise! a Judge Needs Punishment

This is story #27 of my series about my post-marital sexual journey. Read the first story (Babysitter Lauren) or my profile, for any background needed. You may see references to prior stories/people, but for the most part each story stands on its own.

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Sarah

A rural county in Virginia, about 100 miles from where I lived and worked, was experiencing some real financial difficulties. Same old story - not enough revenue, too many expenses. On top of that, some county officials had really mismanaged some transactions and left the county in a real financial mess.

In the middle of this county trying to dig its way out, the Controller resigned for a new gig elsewhere, leaving this county without a financial manager.

One of the founding members of my firm was very tight with the County Administrator, and he was asked if he had anyone that they could "borrow" for a while to help fill the gap. Since my specialty is municipal finance, I was volunteered for the job. Great.

Although the financial benefit to me would ultimately be substantial in that my firm paid me a nice bonus, it meant slogging 100 miles to the county offices in bumblefuck to an old, cramped courthouse with barely functioning air conditioning and musty old hallways and elevators. And looking at the faces of career public servants who had long since stopped giving a shit about their jobs and were working only for the generous benefits and pension.

My assigned office was on the ground floor near the front entrance and elevators. It wasn't even an office, just a chair and a desk that faced the door to the hallway.

One ray of sunshine that I noticed in my first week was a stunning redhead. She walked by my door every day three or four times, fairly predictably - midmorning, at lunch, midafternoon and finally around 4:30. Since my desk faced the hallway that most people used on their way to the elevator, I was fairly visible.

After this redheaded beauty saw me for the first time, she would smirk smugly at me every time she walked by. The look was a real sort of bitchy, know-it-all, I'm better than you look. But she was gorgeous, so I began to look forward to her pass-bys several times a day.

During the second week, I followed her back from her lunch break, staying a few paces behind her as she got on the elevator. I watched it stop at the fourth floor - the courtrooms and judge's chambers. A half an hour later, I went up to the fourth floor and nonchalantly walked around, peeking into the various courtrooms.

The third courtroom revealed its secret - the stunning redhead was a judge, sitting high up on her bench presiding over a trial. The big wooden door squeaked as I opened it. The judge looked up from her trance, and our eyes met. She smirked slightly at me, then returned her attention to the testifying witness.

Embarrassed by being busted, I slunk away and back to my office and closed the door.

The next morning, the Judge walked by my office, then stopped and leaned in.

Looking around and seeing no one, she said, "I see you found your way back to your office. I guess you were lost yesterday huh?"

I had done my research on her that previous afternoon- Sarah Collingswood, 37, very young for a judge. But she came from a wealthy, influential family with a well-known name in these parts. Married, two young children.

"Um, yeah," I stammered. "Sorry for the disturbance."

"Don't do it again," she ordered, again very condescendingly.

I wasn't a county employee, and didn't even want to be there doing this, so there was almost no risk in pushing back on this bitch.

So, I said, "Too bad. It's a public building, I can go wherever I want. Lock the door if you don't like it."

The Judge's face registered shock, at first, and then her look softened. Kind of like when you stand up to a bully, she backed down.

"You're right," she said. "there's no need to apologize. I'm Judge Collingswood, but please call me Sarah," she said as she stepped in and stuck out her hand.

We shook hands. She had soft skin, long thin fingers with red nail polish.

"And thank you for agreeing to help us out through this financial crisis. Can I buy you lunch as a thank you and an apology?"

She really was stunning. Her hair was a bright, fiery red, her eyes blazing green.

"I'd like that, thanks. Meet here at noon."

"See you then," she said over her shoulder as she sashayed away.

Sarah reappeared promptly at noon, and I locked my door and we headed across the street to a typically slow pizza place. As we waited for the host to seat us, I inched closer to her, closer than would normally be appropriate under the circumstances, to gauge a reaction.

Sarah showed no signs of intimidation. I was a good eight inches taller than her, but she carried herself like a giant. And she was not uncomfortable, almost like she trusted me.

We sat and ordered, then began a very easy conversation about fairly mundane topics: the weather, the financial state of the County, our jobs. Nothing personal.

After we finished our lunch, Sarah looked me in the eye and said, "OK, cards on the table. Why were you poking around my courtroom yesterday?"

I sat back and put my hands up.

"Nothing sinister I assure you. It's just that I had seen you walk by several times a day since I got here and I wondered who you were, so I investigated a bit."

"I'm sure hundreds of people walk by you every day. Do you investigate them all?"

I was being cross-examined now. But I decided to play my hand. She was a judge, but she was still a woman.

"Only the gorgeous redheads with legs for days," I answered.

She smiled back at me.

"You do know that I'm married, right?" she asked.

"Well," I answered in my defense, "I know that now that I see your ring, but I didn't know that yesterday."

Looking me straight in the eye, she said, "My husband is an artist. The real sweet, sensitive type. He loves me, and I love him. But he can't treat me the way I need to be treated, on occasion."

"And how is that?" I asked, totally intrigued by this unexpected turn of events.

Suddenly, her eyes looked down, shamefully, and she answered, "He doesn't punish me when I'm bad."

"Oh boy", I thought. "A crazy redhead. Just run Phil" my brain screamed at me.

I had heard all the stories about crazy red heads, of course. My lone experience with a redhead was Emma a few years prior, the girlfriend of a college buddy that I had gotten into a couple three-ways with, but Emma was more of a rust-colored red head. Sarah was bright, fiery red.

Throwing caution to the wind, I said, "You're being bad right now, flirting with another man."

She continued to look down at her feet as she said, "Are you going to scold me and punish me?"

"Do you have court tomorrow afternoon?" I asked.

"No."

"Good." I pulled out my phone. "Give me your cell number."

She did.

"Take the afternoon tomorrow. Wait to hear from me."

That evening when I was back at home, I ran a couple quick errands to pick up some things I'd need for the next day. Then I called the best hotel they had in the area, on old Comfort Inn. I reserved a room.

The next morning, I texted her - "Comfort Inn - room 315. 3:30 pm"

Now, I'd never been into any kind of hardcore S&M. Sure, I've slapped my share of asses and pulled some hair, but I don't consider that S&M, just some rough sex. But what the hell, I thought I'd try to give this crazy redhead what she wanted. I had no clue if I'd be on the money or not.

At 3:30 sharp she knocked on the door. I opened it, and there she stood in her work outfit, carrying a small tote bag.

I handed her a shopping bag.

"Go put this on. 'Objection' is your safe word." I instructed her.

She nodded in understanding, then stepped into the bathroom.

A minute later she stepped out, wearing the skimpy, teal-green negligee I had bought for her. I chose that color because, with her fiery red hair, she was a spitting image of Ariel the Mermaid Princess, albeit a slutty one. There wasn't much to it - her tits were exposed, and there was an opening in the back to allow access to her holes.

I sat on the edge of the bed and motioned her over to me. She stood in front of me, trembling.

"You've been bad," I said.

Sarah nodded.

"Tell me what you did?"

"I'm married, but I was flirting with another man."

"Bend over my knee," I instructed her.

I saw her shudder a bit as she assumed the position. She had a really great body - long thin legs and a nice round bubble but, perfect for fucking and spanking. She had fair skin as you'd typically associate with a red head, with some light freckles throughout her body.

"I'm sorry I have to do this to you, but bad girls have to be punished."

I started spanking her ass, not too hard at first, but harder as I went. I alternated cheeks, giving her about 25 smacks on each side. Sarah's moaning got louder as her cheeks turned redder, and she squirmed on my lap as I smacked her.

When I finished, I had her stand up in front of me.

I questioned her, "Are you still thinking of this man you flirted with?"

"Yes, I'm thinking of him fucking me."

I reached into my bag and pulled out a large zip tie.

"Put your hands together," I ordered, and she held her hands out, pressed together at the inside of her wrists. I applied the zip tie and lashed her hands together.

I started playing with her nice tits, about a C-cup and again lightly freckled. I diddled her nipples until they were hard, then pulled out two large roach clamps. She saw them and moaned again, but did not move away as I moved the clamps toward her and attached first one, then the other, to her hard, pink nipples.

After both clamps were in place, I squeezed them even tighter, really forcing the teeth of the clamps into the sensitive skin of her areola. Sarah grimaced but did not call out in pain, though the pain, and pleasure, were obvious on her face. A drop of blood appeared on one of her nipples.

"On the bed, on your knees and elbows, face the side of the bed," I instructed her, and she complied.

I moved to where she could see me, and started undressing. My cock sprang free, and the look on her face was priceless. I could see some fear in her eyes as she realized that, unless she chickened out, I was going to be putting my cock wherever I wanted to over the next hour or so, and she was right to be scared.

I stepped toward her and brutally shoved my cock into her mouth and down her throat. With her hands tied, she had no way to attempt to resist. Over and over, I pounded her, my hands on her head, slamming her face into my crotch and my cock way down into her throat. Sarah was gagging and drooling copious amounts of mucous, which ran down my balls and dripped onto the floor next to the bed.

I was relentless for about five minutes, and when I finally stopped and pulled my cock out of her mouth, she gasped for air as if she had been suffocating, spitting a big wad of mucous onto the floor.

I lifter her face by the chin, and her eyes briefly met mine, the satisfied look in her eye silently telling me I was on the right track.

After only second of eye contact, she again looked down in shame, but I forced her eyes back to mine with a hard slap across the face with my hard cock.

"Look at me!" I said firmly.

Sarah's eyes met mine again, and I continued my assault on her lips and cheeks with my cock, finally banging my hard shaft off of her forehead a dozen times after a few dozen slaps across her cheeks.

"Turn around, fuckin' cunt" I ordered, causing her to flip around and expose her pussy and ass to me through the hole in her lingerie.

I leaned down to grab a ping pong paddle out of my bag, then wasted no time in stepping up and shoving my cock into her, all eight and a half inches in one hard thrust.

Sarah lurched forward from the invasion, calling out loudly enough that I was afraid security might knock on the door.

"SMACK!" I whacked her across the ass with the paddle, causing her to yell out once again. With each thrust out, I would lay another lash across her ass before shoving all the way back in. I was brutal, Sarah's ass turning bright red, almost purple as I continued and waited for the safe word.

Sarah fell almost silent as I pummeled her for ten minutes, both inside and out, as I approached my orgasm. She had turned into a rag doll, falling practically limp on the bed, her screams having turned to low moans as I slowed my pace and prepared to come.

"Turn back around," I commanded, and she slowly turned herself back to face me, moving gingerly from the pain I inflicted on her backside.

I had dropped the paddle and was stroking my cock with one hand while I lifted her face by the chin once again.

"Open up," I instructed.

With her mouth open and our eyes locked, I said, "Bad sluts get cum on their face," just as the first shot rifled out and hit her square between the eyes.

My cum was abundant, as is typical for me and considering it had been a few days, and it wasn't long until her mouth was full and her face was covered in my cum. It dripped off the end of her nose and her chin, joining the pool of saliva and mucous on the floor from the earlier face fucking.

Sarah held my cum in her mouth as I finish my orgasm, and continued looking at me, awaiting further instructions.

"Good girl," I said. "You may swallow my cum."

She gulped it down, and I cut the zip ties from her wrists.

"In the bathroom," I ordered. "Go sit on the floor by the toilet and wait for me. DO NOT wash your face."

I watched as Sarah shamefully walked to the bathroom, her head down, and doing so gingerly due to her sore backside. I reached into my bag and poured a drink for myself, then sat on the bed and turned on the TV to watch some financial news.

I finished my drink maybe fifteen minutes later, then made my way to the bathroom. Sarah was on the floor next to the toilet, her knees bent and her arms wrapped around them as if she was hugging them. She was softly sobbing.

"Be quiet," I said. "Get into the tub and sit down."

Sarah did as I ordered, and I could see the cum drying on her face as she stood. It must have been starting to itch badly.

"Raise your arms," I ordered.

I pulled out another zip tie and lashed her wrists to the handicapped-assist bar on the shower wall. Her arms were now raised above her head and she couldn't move, her head still lowered in shame.

"Look at me," I commanded.

Her sad eyes looked up at me. I was standing outside the tub, still naked, my half hard cock in my hand.

"Close your eyes."

I unloaded a hot stream of piss that hit her forehead first, then covered her face. I made sure to splash every inch of her face and her hair as well, as she sat helpless to defend herself from the onslaught. Sarah moaned lustfully, unable to hide her arousal from the humiliation of it all.

When I was done, I let her site there for a minute or two. I left the bathroom and threw my pants back on, then finally returned to the bathroom. Sarah was motionless, dangling from the assist bar, a mess of piss and cum.

Finally I cut the zip ties and her arms fell. I also removed the clamps from her nipples, which were swollen and bloody.

"Take a shower and get cleaned up, you smell like shit. When you're done, come out and I will treat your bottom for you."

When she came out, I had her lie flat on the bed on her stomach, and I removed a bottle of aloe lotion from my bag, the last of my purchases from earlier in the day. Gently I rubbed lotion on her dark red cheeks in a circular motion. Sarah laid still as I did so, the cool cream no doubt a welcome relief to the stinging of her sensitive skin on her bottom.

After a few minutes, Sarah began to squirm, her hips rotating and slowly gyrating up and down. She was getting turned on.

As I continued to rub her, my hand slowly starting inching between her ass cheeks and toward her asshole and cunt. Sarah slowly opened her legs and raised her hips, allowing me access. I smeared lotion all around her asshole, and then with my middle finger, I was able to feel the open wet lips of her pussy.

"Did you come before?" I asked.

She shook her head "no" as my fingers penetrated her; first one, then a second, and my thumb simultaneously tickled her asshole, then popped inside.

"Make yourself come while I finger you," I said, and I immediately felt one of her hands reach beneath her and start to work her clit.

My right hand was busy fingering Sarah's pussy and asshole, while my left was working some lotion on my cock while it continued to grow to its full hardness once again.

Within another thirty seconds, Sarah cried out and shuddered in release. Her body spasmed and convulsed, causing my fingers and thumb to reach maximum depth inside her as she rode out a long, intense orgasm.

When she was done, her body went limp on the bed and she caught her breath for a full two or three minutes. I removed my fingers from her body and continued to stroke my lubed-up cock while Sarah regained her wits.

Sarah finally lifted her head and looked back at me. I was fully hard and stroking my lubed-up cock.

She looked at it, then looked back at my face and said, "Objection."

I laughed and said, "I can't believe it took you so long. Are you gonna be OK?"

"Yeah, I'll be fine. Won't be able to sit right for a few days, I'll have to tell my kids that I slipped and fell and hurt my butt."

"What about your husband?" I asked.

"Oh, he'll know. He hates that I need this on occasion, but since he can't or won't give it to me, he's accepted that I get it elsewhere from time to time. He never asks any questions, but he usually knows when it's happened. He'll know tonight for sure."

"We've been together twelve years and this is about the sixth or seventh time I've done this. He'll be grumpy for a day or two. but he'll get over it. I'll suck his dick later this week, then we'll have romantic sex and he'll ask why that's not good enough, then he'll pout when I tell him I need something a bit different on occasion."

Sarah reached out and replaced my hand with hers and continued stroking my cock.

She said, "I knew you'd be right for the job. A girl like me can tell right away if a guy is up for this kind of thing. It's hard because I'm a judge and well-known around here, and it's not like there's an S&M club on every corner. I'd have to go to DC and I'd rather not do that. So, when I spotted you, I thought, "He's perfect." You don't work for the County so there's no risk of any kind of legal trouble, and you don't live around here. I just wasn't expecting your dick to be so big. Jesus that first thrust almost bruised my liver."

I laughed again and said, "Sorry about that."

"No, you're not," she replied with a smile. "And pissing on me, I gotta say, that was the first time anyone has done that to me. Crazy hot, thank you."

Then she said, "You want to fuck my ass now, don't you."

"I do, but you used the safe word."

"That was just for the rough stuff. My husband doesn't like anal either but I love it. So, you can take my ass, but go slow and take it easy, at least at first. And no more spanking!"

Sarah released my cock and stood up, then bent over the bed, laid on her chest and reached back to spread her ass cheeks.

"C'mon," she pleaded. "Fuck me, fuck my ass."

I slid in behind her and rubbed my cock in the crack of her ass, then placed the tip at the entrance to her asshole.

As my regular readers know, slow and easy isn't usually my style, but considering the abuse I'd put her through already, I decided to relent and take it easy on her.

"Mmmm yeah, that feels good," Sarah whispered. "On three, you push forward and I'll thrust back. One, two, three."