Author: Jack Crawford
Title: Internal Affairs
Summary: A young cop is caught taking advantage of a hooker, and his
female Captain offers him a choice: jail or sound spanking!
Keywords: dom, FM, humil, fd, spank, exhib
<!--ADULTSONLY--> Copyright: 2010



   "Sooner or later," she crowed jubilantly, "I knew I'd nail your ass to
the wall, Kasinsky!  But, this is just so ...  so ...  perfect!" She was
seated behind her desk in a small and disheveled office, an office whose
door identified the woman as "Captain J.  Moreno, Internal Affairs
Division."

   "Look, Juanita," started the huge physical specimen seated in the chair
opposite her desk, "It's just not that big of a deal!" He was a very large
and powerful man, but Captain Juanita Moreno had considerable experience
with his type.  Full of themselves and brimming over with macho and
bluster, but when she was done with them they were reduced to pleading and
begging like any other guilty person.

   "No big deal?" she asked, her head cocking to one side with eyebrows
raised in mock horror.  "You try to bust a hooker on some lame dope charge,
coerce her into having sex with you then you punch out her lights just
because she didn't have a condom handy?" Kasinsky started to argue, but
stopped as the Captain stood from behind her desk, placing her hands on the
flat surface and leaned over so she could put her face closer to his as she
fairly spat at him.  "And on top of that, you stupid pollack, there were
two fucking witnesses!"

   She could see that Kasinsky had no idea that there were witnesses and it
shook him visibly.  He shrunk back into the chair, now thoroughly deflated.
Vladimir Kasinsky looked at the floor, and his instincts as a street smart
cop told him to keep his mouth shut.  That and the intimidating female
Captain the glowered at him from the other side of her desk.

   Juanita smiled inwardly at the change in his body language.  Normally,
she would be wearing civilian clothes, but for these types of encounters
she found it beneficial to wear her "blues".  The crisply starched police
uniform was not flattering, but her profoundly curvaceous figure still
strained to be noticed.  The black patent leather belt crackled as she
stood and walked to the front of the desk.  There she sat on the edge and
absently swung one foot rhythmically in Kasinsky's direction.

   Oddly, it was the intermittent reflection of his own downcast face in
the highly polished regulation shoes of Captain Moreno that caused him to
realize with sudden clarity that he was in deep kimchee.  "Okay, Captain,"
he finally asked quietly, "what have we really got here?"

   The switch from "Juanita" to "Captain" was not lost on her, so she did
not delay in going right to the heart of the matter.  "What we have here,
Officer Kasinsky, is potentially big trouble for you." She paused a moment
to let the statement stew in his mind.

   "What we have," she finally continued, her foot still absently swing
front to back, "is abuse of process, battery, possibly attempted rape and
several other assorted charges.  Combine those with your record of
complaints and you've got a real problem, young man." Her emphasis on the
words "young man" caused Kasinsky to shiver involuntarily.  It was too
eerily similar to the tongue lashings his mother used to give him just
before the belt lashings when he misbehaved.

   "As I see it," the Captain commented casually, "you're faced with
suspension and probably dismissal.  That will be quite mild, though, since
you will undoubtedly be given jail time for your actions." He looked up
sharply, eyes wide with alarm as she added, "You know how the Mayor is
always looking for any way to demonstrate what a tight ship he runs.  The
voters love this type of thing, especially when he gets really tough." She
could see his adam's apple bob as the guilty officer gulped involuntarily.

   "Isn't there anything we can do to avoid this?" he pleaded.  She noticed
how his eyes had already started to mist over.  It really is amazing, she
thought, the more arrogant and macho they act, the faster and harder they
fall!  "Please, Ma'am," he added, "I'd be forever grateful if we could just
work this out." Juanita continued to tap her foot against her desk.  The
slow, but relentless, tapping seemed the ticking of a clock just minutes
before an execution.  She gazed harshly into eyes and he flinched from the
intensity of her gaze, but searched her face intently for any sign of
leniency as the Captain looked towards the ceiling, contemplating her
actions.

   Long moments passed, and Kasinsky began to sweat anxiously.  Captain
Moreno continued to tap her heel against the desk and watched one bead of
sweat after another form on his forehead.  Absently, she picked little
pieces of lint from her severe blue uniform.  Her actions reinforced the
fact that she was dressed in a manner that totally supported her position
of authority.  Finally, she broke the long silence and Kasinsky let out a
long sigh.  It was almost as if he had been holding his breath during her
long search for an option.

   "Okay, Kasinsky," she announced, tilting her head down to stare intently
into his eyes.  "Here is the one option you have, other than playing `hide
the soap' in the County lock up with some dude bigger than you are named
`Bubba'.  And," she stressed, "you know how inmates love to have cops join
them as prisoners." Again, the pronounced bobbing of his adam's apple was a
visible testament to his ever increasing anxiety.

   "The girl can be bought off for a pittance as long as I assure her that
you will be `appropriately dealt with'.  She'll be off your ass for a mere
$500; I've already talked to her." Kasinsky was noticeably relieved. 
"Don't feel so sure of yourself yet, young man," she sternly lectured, "you
still have me and the department to deal with.  If you want to keep your
job, you must be punished appropriately."

   "Wha ...  what do you mean?" the big man asked sheepishly.

   "It's very simple really," the intimidating Captain in her dark blue
uniform said casually.  "You can resign, you can be fired - and, by the
way, I already know I am well within my rights with the Union to let you
go. Or," she dangle the last option tantalizingly, "you may keep your job
with no hint of this episode noted in your personnel file."

   Warning bells exploded in Kasinsky's mind.  He was being set up and he
knew it.  The problem was that he didn't have any leverage for negotiation.
"How is that possible?" he asked suspiciously.

   "You deserve to be severely punished and so you shall be punished," was
the Captain's cryptic answer.  "You loose your job, or you take your
punishment from me."

   "How so?" he asked, somewhat afraid that he knew what was coming.

   "You'll agree that you've been quite the naughty boy, haven't you," she
stated more than asked.  Kasinsky sullenly nodded his agreement with her
observation.  "And," she continued, "we both know that naughty boys
absolutely must be punished.  It's the only thing one can do to encourage
better behavior in the future."

   She was driving him mad!  Hinting about punishment without spelling out
his fate.  His mind was playing tricks on him as memories of trips over his
mother's knee came flooding to his mind.  The Captain, in her neat blue
uniform looked every bit the authority figure despite the femininity that
strained the starched material.  He barely sensed a hint of perfume as he
became suddenly aware of his own unbidden arousal.  Suddenly embarrassed,
he asked glibly, "And what do you intend to do?  Spank me or something?"

   "Not `or something'," she answered with a tight, wry smile.  "But, you
definitely are in need of a good, old fashioned spanking and I am just the
person to give it to you!"

   "You've got to be kidding!" Kasinsky fidgeted in his chair trying to
ease the evidence of his own excitement.  I'm in deep shit, he worried, and
I'd hate to see her reaction if she knew I was sporting a woody!  Shocked
at her pronouncement, and distressed by his physical situation, the young
man squirmed all the more.  His nerves still caused him to sweat profusely.

   "Not at all, and I intend to deal with the issue right now!" she hissed.
Shaking a warning finger at the young officer, Captain Moreno spelled out
the details of his punishment.  "You will go to the bank and obtain a $500
cashier's check made payable to `Sandra Johnston'.  You will deliver that
check to me and accept the sound spanking that is in store for you and you
will accept your punishment as gracefully as a hot bottom will allow.  More
to the point, you will meet me in Interrogation Room D, ready for a good,
old fashioned, bare bottom spanking, with the cashier's check at 6:00 P.M
tonight.  And, you won't be a minute late!  If you don't show, I will
assume that you want to take your chances with the legal system.  I'll deny
this part of the conversation, of course."

   Standing, she turned her back on him and moved back behind her desk. 
"Get your sorry ass out of my office and don't let me see you again until
you have that cashier's check in hand!" She barked at him with supreme
authority.  Slowly, Kasinsky stood with hands clasped in front of his
bulging erection and, in a daze, he exited the Captain's office.

   Captain Juanita Moreno knew Kasinsky would show up.  She knew he would
submit to her.  She knew he would lower his trousers and shorts, baring his
bottom for her and she knew that he would take every bit of the whipping
she intended to deliver.

   Oddly, Officer Kasinsky knew he would, too.

   At precisely 6:00 P.M.  Captain Moreno entered Interrogation Room D.  It
was ideal for her purposes as it was the one interrogation room that did
not feature a two way mirror for observation.  It was also quite
soundproof. The only contents of the room were a 6 foot conference style
table and four sturdy straight back chairs, two of which had arms.

   She pulled one of the arm chairs to a far corner and set down the
oversized leather bag that she had brought in with her.  The good captain
flicked a bit of lint from her uniform blouse as she felt herself growing
more and more agitated.  She was both anxious that Kasinsky would not show
up and angry that he was late.

   Finally, the door opened and the young, recalcitrant officer peeked in
sheepishly.  Seeing only Captain Moreno, he entered and wordlessly slipped
the expected cashier's check onto the table.  Moreno gave him a slight
sneer then barked her commands.  "In here, you will no longer have any hint
of police authority about you.  Remove your shoes, socks and uniform and
place them neatly in the corner," she instructed, pointing to the desired
location.

   Fully resigned to his fate, Officer Kasinsky offered no objection as he
removed his utility belt and carefully placed in the corner to assure no
accidental discharge of his handgun.  Following this, his shoes and other
articles of clothing were deposited on top of the belt.  He turned, eyes
down cast, standing only in his jockey shorts and white, regulation
T-shirt. Not looking directly at the Captain, he none the less noticed that
she had seated herself in one of the armless chairs.

   "Come here, Vladimir," she commanded and he hesitantly complied.  Like a
man approaching the noose swinging in the breeze that is meant for him,
Officer Kasinsky dragged his feet, but eventually approached the forceful
police Captain.  "You will assume the position over my lap, young man," she
told him, patting her waiting lap for him to lay across her lap.

   Nervous about what was about to happen, yet concerned about the future
and the consequences of his cooperation, Vladimir found his voice.  "Uh,
Captain," he asked hesitantly, "If I go through with this, then we're
square, right?"

   She smiled sardonically.  "Of course, Vlady.  Of course," she promised.
"You have made restitution to the young lady and you are about to be
appropriately punished.  What else could there be?" The strapping young man
nodded in silent resignation to his fate, then feeling a stirring in his
loins as he appreciated the authoritative, and buxom, woman waiting to
blister his bottom he nearly leaped onto her lap.

   Lying bottom up, his growing excitement was hidden from the Captain's
view.  "You shall not enjoy this, young man," she announced.  Then, taking
hold of the bottom of his shorts, she pulled them tight into the crevice of
his buttocks.  His bottom was effectively bared and he heard the Captain
repeat, "You'll not enjoy this one bit!" as the first hand spank splatted
on his bared right hind cheek.

   With no pause for reflection, the Captain, fully intent on teaching the
young officer a lesson, briskly applied several hard hand spanks to her
charge's exposed hind quarters.  She marveled at the musculature of the
young man as his bottom responded to her repeated slaps.  Although the
spanks were not so hard to be described as painful, they did sting
somewhat. It was the humiliating position, however, that had the most
profound effect on young Officer Kasinsky.  It had been years since the
young man had been upended for a good spanking, which was bad enough!  But,
he had never had his underwear pulled up as the Captain had just done and
he found the sensation incredibly embarrassing.  He felt more exposed, and
more silly, than if he had been stripped naked.  In fact, he had expected
that he would have been stripped prior to his punishment.  He almost hoped
for that as he squirmed over the firm lap of Captain Moreno.  There was
also something very sexy about the look of the Captain in her stiffly
starched dress blue uniform.

   The hand spanking was not really punishing, it was more tantalizing
although a steady, but slight, stinging suffused his bottom.  The lack of
punishing effect only served to arouse the young man even more and his
manhood grew to its full hardness as he writhed against her lap.  The
effect was not lost on the Captain.  Pushing Kasinsky off her lap, the
Captain screamed, "That's disgusting!  You're turned on by a spanking!?!"
She fumed as Kasinsky tried vainly to cover his erection while suffering a
burning hot blush in his face.  "Strip right now!" Her voice brooked no
argument and Kasinsky quickly doffed his shorts and T-shirt.  He stood
naked in front of the angry uniform of authority, for her anger blotted out
any illusion of femininity that Kasinsky originally had.  Startling the
young man, the Captain quickly stood and with one quick motion pushed him
to the table and shoved his shoulders down so that his bare chest came
suddenly into contact with the cold hard surface of the table.  "Bend over
that table, young man," she seethed, "and grab the other side.  You better
hold on for dear life, now!" He hurriedly complied, scared out of his wits,
but his excitement throbbed with an even greater urgency.

   Captain Moreno retrieved her leather bag, sat it on the table just to
the left of the supplicating officer.  From it, she removed an oblong
paddle.  The "business end" was nearly 14" long and about 6" wide and
sported a sturdy handle.  It was made of a lightly colored, but very hard,
wood, probably ash, thought the young man as he eyed the implement.  It was
highly varnished.

   "Spread your legs!" snarled the Captain, but Kasinsky's efforts were
insufficient.  "Further!" she hollered as she kicked at the insides of his
legs, just above the ankles.  Kasinsky's weight now rested mostly on the
table top and his legs were spread nearly as wide as his muscular legs
would allow.  Humiliatingly, Kasinsky felt his hardened manhood scratch the
bottom side of the table, but his scrotum dangled in clear view, swaying in
the breeze much like the clapper in a huge bell.

   But, it was Captain Moreno who rang his bell with a fierce swat that bit
harshly into both globes of his naked rump.  Kasinsky grunted uneasily from
the force and severity, then again as a second intense wallop of the paddle
stuck the same location.  Two more nasty strokes of the paddle, this time a
bit lower on his proffered backside, and Kasinsky started to raise his
upper body from the table.

   The Captain placed her left hand between his shoulder blades and leaned
heavily, forcing him back into place as she warned, "Back in place, little
boy.  We've only just begun!" Then, as if to prove her point, she laid a
dozen hard stinging swats against his bottom in such quick succession that
he could only gasp.  She paused after the last swat and Kasinsky felt the
waves of impact crashing belatedly against each other.  He moaned loudly
from the pain that suddenly and sharply assaulted his senses.

   "Do I have your attention, Kasinsky?" demanded the Captain.

   "Yes, Ma'am!" he hurriedly replied, instinctively aware of the
consequences of delaying his response.

   "Good!  I want you to know what it feels like to be in a helpless
situation.  I also want you to learn a lesson that you won't forget!" As if
to prove her position of authority, Captain Moreno allowed her hand to roam
Kasinsky's reddened bottom.  He flinched at her initial touch, then blushed
furiously as she commented in a sweet voice, "My!  Your bottom is so toasty
hot.  And, so red!" With no small amount of relief, Kasinsky watched from
the corner of his eye as the Captain put the wicked paddle back into her
leather bag.  Then, with horror, he felt her hand snake between his legs,
past his dangling balls to grasp his still rock hard manhood.  "Just as I
suspected," she sneered.  "You can't control yourself in the slightest. 
Not even when you are being punished for being such a bad, little boy!" She
squeezed him harshly.  "I suspect it's this thing that keeps getting you
into trouble.  Well, my boy, I've got just the remedy for that!"

   With a final, particularly harsh squeeze, she ordered Kasinsky to stand,
then to push the table against the far wall.  The chairs were moved out of
the way as well.  Kasinsky looked at her with confusion as the Captain
removed a roll of gauze from her bag.  She looped the gauze around his
right wrist repeatedly, then placed his wrist and arm across his chest and
looped the gauze around his neck to his wrist, repeating the process
several times.  He stood as if his arm were in a temporary sling, which it
was.

   Then, the Captain pulled a pair of handcuffs from the back of her highly
polished belt and fastened one cuff around Kasinsky's left wrist, the other
end fastening around her own left wrist.  From the leather bag, she then
retrieved a wide leather belt, apparently a man's belt from the length of
it.  She doubled it over and casually tapped the flagpole that jutted from
the junction of Kasinsky's thighs.  He cringed in apprehension.

   "Oh, no, Kasinsky.  I'm not going to whip that thing.  Although it might
do you some good." His eyes widened fearfully as she cackled at his fearful
response, then continued.  "No, no no ...  I'm going to whip it into the
proper mode by addressing the other side." She suddenly snapped her wrist
and the doubled over belt crackled across his already reddened bottom,
leaving a wide, bright stripe that was, momentarily, a searing white
against his red bottom.  In seconds, the stripe reddened and stood out in
clear definition on his muscled backside.

   The Captain wasted no time and she laid a second vicious stripe across
his bottom that caused Kasinsky to jump and take a step forward in a futile
attempt to avoid the stinging belt.  Of course, he couldn't go too far and
the Captain barely budged.  As she whipped the heavy leather belt across
his already tortured buttocks, Kasinsky futilely tried to remain still.  He
couldn't, so the consequence of his wandering feet was that he circled the
Captain.

   An impartial observer would have found the scene amusing.  A naked man,
obviously well muscled, but willingly submitting to the authority of a
woman police officer slowly circling her uniformed figure as he jumped and
yelped with each loud stroke of the leather belt.  The glowing moons of his
scorched bottom made a slow orbit around the lone figure of authority in
the room.

   Kasinsky could do nothing to protect his bottom.  His left hand firmly
manacled to the Captain and the gauzy sling kept his right hand well away
from his throbbing backside.  As the piece of leather snapped loudly
against his tender buns, he reluctantly continued his parade around the
Captain.  Finally, his protruding flagpole sagged, but not until legitimate
tears began to form at the corners of his eyes.

   One lone tear slid down his cheek, partially from the pain, but more in
relief from the fact that the Captain had stopped whipping his bottom.  He
watched as she unlocked the handcuff and gruffly pointed to a far corner.
"Go press your nose into that corner, Kasinsky," she barked as she pointed
to the intended corner.  "Stand there for no less than 10 minutes.  Then,
you can dress and leave."

   Kasinsky shuffled over to the corner, his right hand still bound in the
gauze, and he pushed his nose firmly into the corner.  He sniffled a bit,
but remained motionless as he heard the Captain make one final threat.  "We
better not have to repeat this session, Kasinsky.  If you make it
necessary, I swear we'll do it all over again in front of every woman
officer in the squad!"

   The thought of parading around and around while his bottom was being
whipped in front of a squad room full of women officers was an intriguing
thought.  As his manhood rose in response to the possibilities it pressed
intensely against the sheet rock corner.  Then he heard the interrogation
room door slam shut, and Kasinsky was relieved that the Captain hadn't seen
his reaction to her threat.  
