(From the previous episodes, Cindy had encountered a tall older Police Officer from their small town that gave her citations for speeding and not wearing her State required Covid-19 mask when out in public. The fines and resulting license suspension would have caused her to possibly not be able to get to work, and still have substantial fines to pay. He then offered an alternative program called ARD(Accelerated Rehabilitation Disposition). ARD is usually reserved for D.U.I. arrests, but the cops in this town adapted a variation allowing them to find easy targets with law breaking women.)
The Covid-19 Citation-Part 2
After Cindy's first ARD(Accelerated Rehabilitation Disposition) session ended, she poured herself a glass of wine and climbed the stairs to get a hot shower. She wasn't entirely sure how she felt. Of course, her ass was sore from the Officer's belt, and her pussy was a little tender from the rough fucking she'd received, but she had cum very hard and that hadn't happened in a long time. For some unknown reason, she hadn't feared the tall cop who took advantage of her situation. His voice was almost hypnotic when he calmly told her what was going to happen. Without dwelling on it, she drank half the glass of wine in one gulp, and stepped into the steaming shower. Ouch, that hot water woke up the belt stripes on her ass, so she quickly added some cold water.
Stepping out of the shower, she toweled off, looking in the mirror and asked herself how that big cop had zeroed in on her, as an easy target. There were certainly many younger women going into the convenience store who weren't wearing masks? Had he mistakenly thought those times she had smiled and waved to him as an invitation? While her friends and even Bob, her husband had often told her they considered her to be the epitome of a strong woman, none of them realized that she had a submissive side to her personality. Evidently the cop had zeroed in on her submissive nature almost as if it was tattooed on her forehead.
Cindy picked up her terry cloth robe and wrapped it around herself and carried the half glass of wine over into the bedroom. Turning on the tv, she propped herself up on some large pillows, and groaned a little when her sore tushy reminded her of his belt. She half-smiled knowing she'd deserved that for swearing at him with a four-letter word. Her dad had given it to her as a teenager whenever she stepped out of line, and she adored her dad. Cindy and her sister often wondered if their strong Dad had ever disciplined Mom the way he did them. It was usually with his belt or hands on their bare butts. Cindy probably had received about three times as many as Deb, but was closer to Dad than Mom. Deb seemed to lean slightly more towards her mother.
Sipping her wine, she suddenly realized that her crappy day at work had completely disappeared from her thoughts. Just then her cell buzzed on the bed, and she saw it was Bob calling.
"Hi hon, how was your day on the road? Where are you tonight?" Cindy asked.
"My day was the usual, sitting on my ass all day. My butt's about half numb. I'm staying the night here close to Lexington," Bob said.
Cindy laughed at his remark, thinking she wished her butt was half numb right about now. "Okay baby, get a good night's sleep and be careful on the road tomorrow. When do you think you'll be home Friday?"
"I should roll into Lancaster around two in the afternoon, so let's say after I file my log, I should be there by two-thirty."
"Okay, see you later when I get home from the hospital. Love you."
"Love you too," Bob said, and the phone went dark.
Cindy felt guilty that she had to fuck that cop, but Bob hadn't shown much interest in several months. And in the past, she had asked if he would take a more dominant role with her, but that just wasn't in his make-up. Just because she'd turned sixty, didn't mean she wanted to give up a healthy sex life, but it just wasn't happening. She stopped dwelling on their home-life situation and went back to thinking about that tall police officer.
She still resented that he had used the advantage of his official power to coerce her into sex. But what choice did she have now? She knew Bob would have been very upset had she lost her driving license, and as a result her job. Plus have a $700 ticket to pay. So, she had decided to just go with the flow and try the plan that Sir had laid out for her. But it still bothered her how he had made her his now-willing target.
With the tv on in the background, her hand had opened the belt to her robe. Pulling it apart, her hand drifted up to her breasts and she roughly pinched her nipple, while her other fingers found her hard clitty. That cop had awakened something in her, that she'd forgotten existed. Twisting her nipple while rubbing her clit, the combination of pain and pleasure quickly pushed her close to another orgasm. She had never told Bob or anyone else, how she enjoyed receiving some pain during sex. She'd almost cum when Sir was spanking her after getting several strokes with his leather belt.
BUZZ...(what the hell?),...it was a text message coming on her cell this time. She picked it up and saw it was that number Sir had given her earlier.
How is ur evening slut? Hope ur not having 2nd thoughts? . . . .
No Sir. . . Everything's cool,...my butt's a little sore is all...
Good, you earned it,. . . . I have a task 4 U B4 Wed. . . ur to trim and shave that bush off ur pussy. . . I like a slut smooth down there. .
Okay Sir. . . will do that. . .thank u 4 my training. . . ur Slut. . .
Good little slut. . . see you then. . .around 8. Sir
Cindy laid the cell on the bed and rubbed a finger in her now soaking wet pussy. She put herself to sleep with yet another orgasm and woke up the next morning with the tv still on, and her robe open from her chest to her toes.
She got herself cleaned up, and dressed in a fresh nurse's uniform. Driving to work, she decided to get another cup of coffee and a bagel and egg sandwich at Sheetz' convenience store for breakfast. She was famished. This time, she'd worn her mask, but no police cruisers in sight. She'd paid the same clerk as yesterday with her card, and now the clerk was smiling at her from behind her mask. Cindy smiled back, but wondered what that was all about.
Cindy drove into Lancaster and parked inside the parking garage attached to the hospital. The next two days at work and at home went pretty much without incident. On her way home Friday afternoon, she was driving past Sheetz and noticed a borough police cruiser again sitting at the pumps. When she looked though, it was a young, handsome Latino officer pumping gas. She'd hadn't seen him before. She thought that maybe Sir had a day off. It didn't look like the younger officer was paying any attention to the people going in or out of the store.
When Cindy pulled into their driveway a few minutes later, she saw Bob's pickup sitting in the garage with the door still open. She got out of her SUV and went into the house through the garage and hit the door button to close the garage.
Bob was sitting in the living room with the television on, and a bottle of beer in front of him. Cindy went over, bent down and they kissed.
"How was your day, baby? Did you just get home?" Cindy asked.
"Nah, I've been home about an hour. Week was just okay, traffic on the interstates is a nightmare right now." Bob replied. "What about you, anything special happen here at home?"
"Uhh, no, nothing special. Just long hours at work, and fighting city traffic on the way home. The usual crap." Cindy answered.
"Oh, I forgot to tell you, your car registration is out there lying on the kitchen table, you must have forgotten it. And there's one of your work masks lying there too. Thought you might need them." Bob reported.
"Oh crap! Well, it's good I didn't get stopped then," Cindy said kind of sheepishly. She saw Bob wasn't really paying attention to her reaction. Her heart rate had just jumped up about twenty beats in the previous exchange.
