Idaho stepped boldly out into the sun, although inside her heart was beating rapidly. What on earth could the highway patrol want with her?
A large, fair-haired trooper in his mid-30s, emerged from the vehicle, his blonde hair shining like a wheat field. His teeth were sparkling white, his tan was dark brown and his eyes matched his tan, deep brown. He was big and he looked muscular.
And then Idaho recognised him. He was the man who had arrived with his female companion to break news of her employer's death, along with the Shaw father and son, at her boss – and master's – upstate bordello.
"Well, hello, officer," she smiled, holding out a hand, "what brings you to my humble abode."
The man returned her handshake and grinned, displaying those lovely pearly whites. "Hell, ma'am," he said, "don't go callin' me officer. My name's Mick, and it's my last day on the force. I'm movin' into self-employment, ma'am."
Idaho had relaxed. "Please drop the 'ma'am business," she said, "I'll call you Mick, if you call me Idaho. I'll never forget your kindness during the trial."
Mick smiled and moved alongside her. "We need to talk," he said, in a low voice, a voice that was both thrilling and, in view of his words, a little scary to Idaho.
"What about, Mick?" said Idaho, forcing a smile to her face.
"This your barn?" he said, waving a hand at the large building set back from the house.
A silly question, thought Idaho, of course it was her barn. "Sure it is," said Idaho.
"Come on, let's take a look – and don't get scared, Idaho. Everythin's fine," said the trooper, who was already walking away from her towards the barn.
Idaho had to nearly break in a trot to catch up with him, and then he was inside the big barn door, his eyes roving.
"Hell, you still got that floggin' frame?" he said, indicating the equipment into which Idaho now regularly strapped Kelly.
"Er, yes, a sort of reminder of what they did to me, I guess," said Idaho.
"Yes, babe, I know, I've seen the videotapes, you know," said Mick.
"Yes, I'm aware of that," said Idaho, the submissive side of her hoping that the sight of her naked body writhing and struggling under the caresses of the whips would have aroused him.
"Yes, indeed, those tapes," he said. "You sure as hell have got a fine body, Idaho, I can see it's still as stunnin' as I remember it from them pictures."
Then he turned to peer into the barn again. "Hello, hello," he said. "What's this? A pussy punishin' platform, if I ain't mistaken. I ain't – mistaken, I mean, am I Idaho?"
"Er, no, no you're not," said Idaho. "I guess I wasn't being filmed when they punished me on that."
"Funny," said Mick, "cos I did a real exhaustive inventory of this place after you'd been taken away and after the women had been arrested. And you know sumpthin?"
Idaho shook her head. "No, what's that Mick?" her voice a quiver now.
"You know I don't think they ever had a pussy punisher. I think it's new – it looks newish. Now here's a thought, ma'am, oops, sorry, Idaho."
"Yes?" said Idaho, now trying desperately to control her trembling.
Mick grinned slyly at her. "What I'm a thinkin' is that this is a new piece of equipment here at the lil old ranch. And I think you enjoy puttin' that young blonde lady on it – what's her name, again?"
"Kelly," said Idaho, her voice now just above a whisper.
The trooper clicked his fingers. "Kelly, that's it. Kelly. A lovely young blonde, cute little body. Boy, I bet she looks real purrty strapped onto that, her body all agleam with sweat, while you attack her poor lil pussy."
Idaho took a deep breath and blustered: "Now listen, Trooper Mick, you've got a fucking cheek to even make such a ..."
But she was halted in her tracks by Mick's strong arm reaching out, his hand grabbing her by the neck and pulling her into his arms. His body was taut and toned and he smelled of fresh pine, despite the heat.
Mick's mouth clamped onto hers and they kissed, a strong kiss, yet at the same time a gentle kiss, the kind of kiss from a man that Idaho had missed.
"Now lissen, missy," his words rapped against her face as if he were prodding her with his fingers, "let's get this 'ere relationship off on a mutually understood footin'. And that, my gorgeously busty blonde bitch, is no fuckin' lyin'."
