The Angel Series

Justice Is Served1

The Story Of Angel2

Part l3

I was on the last leg of my evening jog, just about to cut through the park to the house when a police cruiser went by with its lights flashing.  That's a common event these days and I hardly paid it any notice.  Looking back it seems to be a major event in my life.   I was wearing my pale blue jogging suit that night; the one like the P.M. had worn on that retreat at Marble Lake so many years ago.  I had been so impressed with it, or maybe it was with him, that I had bought a closet full of them at $400.00 each.  That was a long time ago and this was the first time I had worn this one, the last of them.  I guess that made it kind of special in a sad sort of a way.  I sure miss him.4

I turned into the park and poured on the steam.  I was going to have to shower and dress quickly if I was going to get to the theatre in time.  There was no sense in getting there late.  Everyone resents someone pushing along after they're seated no matter how polite they are.  I was just about to exit the park and run the last block full tilt when I heard a shout from off to my left.  It was a woman's voice.  If I hadn't been in such a rush I would have stopped to see if she needed assistance.  It was important to my aspirations to meet with the people I was going to see that night.5

"Police.  Freeze." She yelled.6

I ran on.  She couldn't possibly be speaking to me like that.  Nobody speaks to me like that.7

"You in the blue jogging suit, freeze or I'll let you have it."8

She was speaking to me like that.  I stopped and whirled around.  My breath was a bit ragged from the running and before I could reprimand her she spoke again.  She sounded like she meant business.9

"On the ground scumbag, on your belly.  Hands behind your neck.  Legs apart."10

"But it.." I started to complain that I didn't want to get the suit muddy.11

"On the ground now you goddam perve or I'll put you there.  If I put you there you won't be getting up."12

I sank to the ground.  She put her handcuffs on me and hauled me up.  Damn, she was strong.  As she hauled me off to where she had parked her cruiser she read me my rights and told me I was under arrest for prowling and invading some woman's privacy.  By the time she was done we were at the car and she pushed me into the back.13

She picked up the mic to her car radio, "Base, this is car seven checking in.  Over."14

I heard the speaker crackle, "Yo girl, where the Hell have you been.  We got the perp from that peeping tom case hiding on the woman's balcony and the sergeant wants you to go get her statement.  He says it's better if a female officer does it.  Over"15

"Damn." she muttered to herself.  "Roger Ted.  Over." to the radio, then she turned to me.  "It's your lucky night Bozo.  You get to go free."16

"Not quite yet." I replied.  "I still seem to be under arrest."17

She hauled me out of the car, practically lifted me, and took the cuffs off.  "Get outta here punk."18

"Listen young lady.  I have been falsely arrested here, my new jogging suit is filthy, I'm too late for an important evening engagement, and I want satisfaction.  I know my rights.  I demand satisfaction."  I was practically screaming at her.19

"It's your word against mine asshole." she snapped, "And who are they gonna believe, a cop or a smelly old man?  I said get outta here you old goof.  What are you, hard of hearing?  If you don't move right now I'm gonna run you through the computer anyhow.  I bet we got something on you.  Get out of here or I'll kick you through your asshole and leave you hangin'."20

"Please do run me through the computer." I said softly, having regained my composure.  "I'm sure the results will be interesting." I added, handing her my card.  I do believe I smirked a little.  "You're new around here, aren't you?"21

She paled as she read the bit of information printed on the card and her jaw dropped wide open.  "I, I, I'm sorry Your Honor.  I didn't know.  Damn.  Shit.  Fuck.  Cunt.  Jesus."  She let out with a long stream of filth and kicked at the cruiser's left front tire like it was all its fault.  "I'm fucked, ain't I?  Three days on the goddam street and I screwed up so bad I'm gonna lose my badge.  Damn.  Back to the fuckin' cheese factory for me.  Damn.  I'm just bad."  She started to sob. "I never should have tried to get above myself.  Mom told me, but I wouldn't listen.  I was gonna show 'em.  I was gonna get off that farm, outta that hick town, and be a big shot.  Big snot's more like it.  I don't suppose I can, no.  Go ahead, take my badge.  I deserve it.  A fuckin' judge.  Jesus.  I gotta be the stupidest cunt ever sprouted legs"22

"Don't suppose you can what," I asked, grateful to finally get a word in and rather enjoying the way this muscular little wench was so humbled without the authority of her badge to inflate her ego, "Get off the hook?  False arrest is serious business at the best of times.  This has to be the worst of times.  Still......." I let my voice trail off.23

"If there's any way.  Oh please Your Honor.  I'd be so grateful.  I'll do anything.  All I ever wanted was to be a cop.  Three days out and, oh shit I'm such a fuck up."24

"What's your name young lady?" I asked.25

"Angela, Angela Schnurrer.  My friends call me Angel."26

"Hand me that mic Angel.  Maybe we can be friends."27

She handed me the mic and I spoke into it, "Sergeant Thomas, is that you?  It's Peter here."28

"Peter.  Your Honor.  What are you doing on the police radio?  I thought you were joining the mayor at the concert tonight."29

"I had a small change of plans.  Is it all right if I borrow your constable Schnurrer for a few minutes?  I seem to have had a small mishap jogging and she's graciously offered to take me home and get me settled in.  I may have sprained my ankle."30

"You know you can borrow anything or anybody in this town that you like." he replied.  "Just try to have the car back by morning.  I'll have someone cover for her."31

"Thanks Bob."32

"No problem Your Honor."33

I instructed Angel to drive me to the house and told her to follow me inside after I turned the alarm off.  She trailed along like a puppy.  That was good.  I instructed her to make tea for us while I was getting out of the soiled clothing.  When I had the suit bundled and had put my robe on I returned to the kitchen to find that she had the tea ready and was standing by the door.  I threw the muddy jogging suit at her.  "Wash this." I commanded.34

"Where is the machine?" she asked.35

"There's no machine for the likes of you." I told her.  "You'll wash it by hand, and you'll wash it clean.  Follow me.  You can do it in the bath."36

"I'll get my uniform all messy.  Can't I take it home and wash it?"37

"No, you can't take it home and wash it, and you won't get your uniform messy either.  You will take your uniform off and hang it properly on a hanger, like a good girl so it doesn't get wet or dirty."38

"Yes, Your Honor.  You sound just like my dad.  He always spelled things out like that to me."39

"And properly so." I commented.  "You seem to need direction.  I will provide it.  Get to the washing before that muck dries in.  You're not off the hook yet young lady.  Not by a long shot.  Take that uniform off and follow my directions carefully from now on or I'll see that you get sent back to Hicksville so fast your ass won't catch up for a week.  TAKE IT OFF NOW."40

She skinned out of that uniform quicker than a hungry monkey can skin a banana and started running the water into the tub.  I pointed to the basement steps and told her to go get the soap from the laundry room.  It seemed to take a bit longer than necessary for her to find it.  I hoped she was looking into the rec. room.  She was going to be spending a lot of time in there.  All of the artifacts in my little police museum are fully functional.41

She came back with the soap and poured some in with the soaking clothes.42

"Get down on your knees and start scrubbing." I ordered her.  "That suit has to be clean.  It's very special to me.  You will clean it properly."43

Obediently she got down on the floor next to the tub and got to work.  The dampness was making her nylon panties pretty much transparent and I was admiring her muscular body as she sloshed the laundry back and forth.  Her tight little ass was swaying in a most mesmerizing way.  I remembered an old trick we used to do back when I was in cadets.  I got a towel off the rack and rolled it just right, wetting the end.  Snap, I cracked it like a whip on her inner thigh, just below the panty line.  She yelped and stiffened.  Her boobs were hanging down into the tub and I couldn't help but notice how the nipples sprang to attention at that point.  I could see then that she was going to be the one.  She rubbed her thigh.44

"Keep working." I told her.  "Your job is hardly started and your real punishment hasn't begun."45

After another half-hour and a few more welts from the towel I sent her for a hanger and let her hang the jogging suit on the shower rail.  When it was drying properly told her to follow me.  She reached for her uniform.  I slapped her hand like she was a naughty child.  "I didn't tell you to get your uniform, did I?"46

"No Sir."47

"You won't be needing it for quite a while." I told her. "Just be grateful that it hasn't been taken away from you for good by now.  You're still walking on thin ice girl.  Tread carefully."48

"Yes sir."  She followed me through the kitchen.  When we got to the basement steps she hesitated and her breath started to come in short little pants.  Good, she had been looking at my exhibits.  She followed down and into the rec. room.  "What are you going to do to me?" she asked, voice quavering.  "Are you going to hurt me?"49

"I don't know yet Angel what I'm going to do to you.  Whatever it is, it will be a proper punishment.  I am a very fair judge.  Why don't you just relax over there for a while and I'll think about it.  Don't speak."  I pointed to the stocks I had built myself many years ago when I had time to use my wood shop.  This particular model held the miscreant bent over, like she was bowing, clamping the wrists and neck firmly.  Her butt stuck out admirably.  I got a glass of cognac and lit a cigar, sat back to admire it.  When the glass was empty I went over and stood beside her.  She stiffened as I started stroking her back, then relaxed as she realized there was nothing she could do.  Her nipples were starting to get pokey again.  I undid her bra and teased them for a while.  When I tired of that I went around behind her and put my hands between her knees, trying to push her legs apart.  She was strong and I couldn't budge them.  I went to the umbrella stand by the door and got out a cane.  I gave her a couple of light strokes; just enough to let her know that I meant business, then went and put it back.  Again I put my hands between her knees.  Her legs sprang apart.  She was learning.  I touched her sex lightly, through her panties, rubbing slowly, gently.  When she started to respond I stopped.  There had to be no question in her mind that I was in charge.  She worked her thighs for a while, trying to finish what I'd started.  She remained unsatisfied.50

I went and poured another drink and started reading the paper.  After an hour she sank to her knees, humbled and frustrated.  That's all you can do when you're in the stocks, kneel down, and get back into a bowing position.  Very humbling.  I could see her shaking as she started to cry.  The stocks were just as uncomfortable psychologically as they were physically.  That's the beauty of them.  They don't hurt a person, just render them helpless.  In the old days when they were in common usage this was known.  The authorities could put a person in the stocks in the Village Square and leave them there, nothing to do but kneel down and get back up again.  If no one fed you, you didn't eat.  If no one helped with your clothing and clean up you messed your pants and lived with it.  If anyone came up behind you and wanted to do something, anything, you couldn't stop them.  I went up behind her and started stroking her again.  Her ass humped up and down like she was an alley cat in heat.  I let her come this time.51

Another fifteen minutes and she crossed her legs.  I could see that she was crying again. "Is something wrong?" I asked. "I just gave you an orgasm.  What more do you want?  You may speak."52

"I have to pee. Please."53

"I think you just want loose." I replied calmly.  I could see that she was all clenched up, trying to hold it in.  "You will pee when I tell you that you can pee."  She was sweating like a rat drawing rails.54

I watched closely.  It was only another ten minutes until I saw a drop of yellow spot the crotch of her panties.  This was the moment.  I stepped in and undid the clasps, freeing her from the stocks.  I knew she was stiff and sore, and if she tried to get up she would piss before she got her feet under her.  I lifted her gently and carried her into the basement bathroom.  Gently I drew her panties down and helped her to sit down on the toilet.  She was too grateful and too full of piss to be embarrassed by my presence and she peed a pretty golden stream for me.  When she was done I wiped her sticky crotch with a damp cloth and drew her panties back up into place.  I could see the gratitude in her eyes.  I took her gently by the hand and led her back into the rec. room.  She was starting to look apprehensive again.55

"Wha, what are you going to do to me?" she asked, trembling as she eyed the vagrants' chair with it's straps, knobs and nails, as well as all the other equipment I had salvaged or re-created.56

I led her gently to the antique velvet covered couch and sat her down.  "I'm going to instruct you Angel.  I am going to teach you how to be a proper police officer.  I am going to stop you from swearing like a lumberjack.  I'm going to teach you how to walk and talk.  I'm going to see that you get your proper exercise, and most of all, I'm going to teach you that you aren't bad like you said back at the car.  Certain things you do are bad, and you have to be punished properly for them in order for you to stop doing them.  You will be a proper young woman when I finish with you.  It may take a while.  There may be some punishments when you do something wrong and there will be rewards when you are good.  Have I made myself clear?"57

She smiled.  "Yes."  She whispered, the correct amount of awe and respect in her voice.  "I do understand.  You are just like my dad.  He used to talk like that.  Suddenly I feel so secure.  I won't fu.." She stopped herself before the word came out.  "I won't make any more stupid mistakes.  I'll make you proud of me.  You'll see."58

I kissed her on the forehead.  "Then you'd better wash up, get your uniform back on, get that car back, and get some sleep so you can be well rested for work tomorrow.  You may come here after your shift is over tomorrow night.  Be prepared to work.  I think I'll have you clear out the attic.  Don't worry about changing out of your uniform.  I'll have something suitable for you when you arrive."  As she washed up I watched through the two-way mirror.  It didn't take her long to reach another orgasm once she could get a finger on her trigger.  When she came out I was reading the paper again.59

We went back upstairs and she dressed herself in that beautiful uniform.  As she passed me in the doorway I adjusted her tie for her.  "Who's your daddy?" I grinned at her and winked.60

She grinned back and went up on tippy toes to kiss my cheek, "You are." she whispered as she started down the steps.  Before she reached the bottom she turned around, came back to the doorway, and hugged me.  "Thank you Sir."61

'You're most welcome Angel." I smiled into the darkness.  A few more sessions and she would come to me all the way, trusting and unreserved.  It's always sweeter that way.62

II63

The next night Angel drove her ratty old pick up truck into the drive at exactly twelve fifteen.  It was worse than I thought, that truck, great huge brown cancers of rust and the left rear fender flapping in the breeze.  That was good.  She got out quickly and strode to where I was waiting near the entrance to the breezeway.  She looked cocky.  Before she could speak I tossed her a set of car keys.  Caught off balance she almost dropped them.64

"What are these for?" She asked, bewildered.65

"Your new car, of course." I replied casually.  "You can go down to the dealer and fill out the paperwork tomorrow.  I can't have you driving around in that wreck.  The neighbors will complain"66

I pressed the button on the remote that I had in my pocket for the garage door and she turned at the sound of the motor grinding.  The garage was dark, except for the lights over the two year old Jeep, it's fresh bright pink paint job gleaming like a well lubricated pussy.  "I didn't want to get you something brand new.  They might ask questions down at the station.  Do you like it?"67

"It's beautiful.  I can't afford it though,"68

"My dear, I invited you here today to do some work for me as well as to give you a little instruction.  You don't think I'd expect you to work for nothing do you?  That would be slavery.  The first six months of payments are already made.  After that we'll see how things are going."69

The cockiness had faded from her.  "Thank you Your Honour."70

"Please, drop the Your Honour stuff.  You just call me Sir, and I'll call you Angel.  O.K. Angel."71

"Yes Sir.  You wanted me to clean your attic?"72

"Perhaps later Angel.  Let's have a cup of tea first.  The kettle should be boiling by now.  Come along."73

As we walked around to the kitchen door I asked her if she knew the Chinese tea ritual.  Of course she didn't so I told her it was not important, we'd have tea like the English and I'd teach her later.  The kettle was whistling when we got inside.  I turned the burner off."74

"I'll make the tea while you change." I told her.  "Go up the servants' staircase just up the back corridor from the kitchen there and look in the first room on the right.  You should find something suitable in there."75

Obediently she set off.  I wondered which outfit she'd choose.  That would tell me a lot.  I made tea.76

When she came back down Angel was wearing a white blouse and a plaid skirt.  It was almost like a school uniform.  That was good.  If she'd worn the skimpy maids' uniform it would have meant that she was too easy.  The heavier Mary Poppins clothes would have showed too much reserve and I would have had to find a reason to discipline her.  This outfit just said, "Daddy, I'm home." the exact attitude I wanted from her.  I smiled.77

You look lovely, my child." I smiled at her.  "Come drink your tea before it cools.  How was your day?"78

"It was quiet Sir.  I was on traffic."79

"Ah, traffic duty.  The thrills, the chills, the stupid excuses.  I used to enjoy traffic."80

"You were a policeman Sir?"  She seemed surprised.81

"I was a cop for twenty years.  I went straight from high school into the academy.  Ten years in I was shot through my left lung and had to leave for a year.  I started to study law then and when I went back to work I was chained to a desk for a year until I recovered completely and kept on at night school.  It took me another eight years to complete my education and pass the bar.  By then I had my twenty year pension coming and left the force."82

"That sounds like a lot of work Sir."  There was a new note of respect in her voice.83

"It was.  It was worth it though.  How was your tea?"84

"It was good."85

"Good.  It's a special blend."  Just how special she would never know.  "Come with me."  I led her through the dining room and up the main staircase.  When I opened the door to one of the bedrooms she looked a little surprised.  86

"I thought I was going to help you with cleaning the attic Sir?"87

"That will have to wait.  I need to lay down for a while and the attic is too much of a job for tonight.  This room was my sister's and hasn't been sorted out since she died.  I just can't bring myself to do it.  Maybe you could just do a rough sort tonight, bag up the old clothes for charity, toss any papers that are obviously no good into a box for burning, and put anything that doesn't look particularly useful into the trash.  Don't knock yourself out, just go to it for a couple of hours then let yourself out."  I gave her the code to put the alarm on when she left.  "Good-night Dear."  I patted her on the head.88

"You're sure about the Jeep?"  She asked.89

"I'm sure Angel."90

She gave me a big hug then.  I patted her on the ass.  She purred.  I shut the bedroom door behind me and went noisily down the hall to my own room.  I let myself into the servants’ corridor and much more quietly went back to watch her.  She had gotten right to work on the closet.  I watched and waited.  As a student of human nature watching was one of my favorite past times.  I was enjoying the anticipation.  It would be interesting to see what she did when she got to the dresser.91

It took Angel a long time to get to the dresser.  She was very thorough, going through the pockets of everything she took out of the closet and putting everything into the garbage bags or into a box to be dealt with later.  It was pleasing to see that when she found some cash it too went into the box.  I like honesty.  When she was sure there was nothing left in an article of clothing she would fold it neatly before putting it into the charity bags.  I like that kind of attention to detail too.  You can't be a good cop without it.  The drug from the tea should have started to work about the time she finished with the closet.  The man I got it from said it worked in about an hour.92

When she had finished with the closet Angel turned to the dresser.  That showed methodology.  She had been dealing with clothes and would continue with clothes, not turn to something else.  That was also good.  She lifted the first pile of clothes from the top drawer and shook each article out before refolding it and placing it the bag.  That added quite a bit of cash to the box.  I knew Gladys had been squirreling a bit away, but I had no idea she'd been so strange about it.  It only took Angel about fifteen minutes to get to the bottom drawer.  She picked up the sweater that was on top, then put her hand over her mouth to suppress the gasp that came out when she saw what had been revealed.  I had been a little surprised myself too when my sister had moved back home after her husband died.  She hadn't used that kind of stuff when we were in school.  It's funny, but as good as the memories of watching her as a teenager were, I think watching her as an older woman playing with those toys was more amusing.  Angel picked up one of the magazines and sat down on the edge of the bed.93

By the time she got to the third magazine she was slapping her knees open and shut the way girls do when they're getting worked up to do themselves.  Not long after that she flopped back on the bed and put her knees up.  She pushed her panties to the side.  She was rubbing herself as I slipped back down the hall.  I'd have to enter through the door.94

When I opened the door she was masturbating like her life depended on it with one of the appliances, the ivory one to be exact; the one with balls and all.  That sucker is ten and a half inches long and two and a half inches in diameter.  I had measured it one day, still warm and juicy from Gladdie's well-spanked cock hole when she went into the en-suite for her shower.  Angel looked like she was trying to cram the balls right into her steamy little cunt.  She was so much into it, or it was so much into her, that she didn't hear me come in.95

"You dirty bitch." I screamed.  "Right there in my sister's bed.  After what I've given you.  With all I'd hoped for you."96

I grabbed her by the wrist and pulled the dildo out of her so fast it's a wonder you couldn't hear her twat snap shut.  I hit her with it.  Again,  fifteen or twenty time as fast as I could,  on the pussy, on the arms, on her ass when she went to roll away.  Her slit was still exposed and she moaned as I hit her.  She kept humping at the air for half a minute; her fuzzy little snatch twitching and working like it was trying to speak.  All I could think of was that line from that Elvis song, "Twitchin' like a monkey in a fuzzy tree."97

I turned away so she couldn't see that I was laughing and tried to sound all shook up.  "Cover yourself girl.  Have you no shame?  I watched in the mirror as she put her undergarment back into place and sat on the edge of the bed and smoothed the skirt down."  I turned to face her.  Her face was still flushed with horniness and tears were leaking from her eyes.98

"I'm so sorry Sir.  I don't know what got into me."99

"It's obvious what got into you.  This thing got into you."  I threw it at her.  "How could you do this to me?  My poor sister meant so much to me and I was coming to tell you that I wouldn't mind if you kept some of her clothes.  I walked in expecting to see you at work, doing the job I've paid you six months in advance for.  Instead you're fornicating with a stick.  A damned old piece of ivory.  Good God child, what would your father do?"100

"Daddy?  He'd point and say, "To the woodshed girl.  Get into the position.  It might be a minute, it might be an hour, but sooner or later he'd come out with his belt swinging.  God help me if I wasn't bent over the wood pile with my ass stuck out for him.  He'd just start swinging anyway, my face, my arms, anywhere, until I got there.  Once I was in the position he would belt me twenty times.  It didn't matter how many times he got me before I got over the woodpile and got my bum bare.  I got twenty on the bare backside regardless."101

"Oh Angel." I said, and in a totally unexpected move I hugged her and kissed her on the cheek.  Are you really that horny that you couldn't help yourself?"102

"Yes Sir.  I'm so sorry.  Please don't be too disappointed in me.  I'll understand if you whale the tar out of me.  I deserve it."103

"Oh Angel, it's not that bad.  It was just such a shock.  There I was thinking so nicely of you; thinking about poor Gladys, and I walked in to find you like that.  Please, come with me."104

"I led her to the blue room and put the pillows in the middle of the bed.  Lay down across these with your bare ass in the air.  If you really feel you deserve a spanking who am I to deny you."105

Obediently, as I went out the door, she pulled her panties down around her knees and lay across the pillows, flipping the skirt up after she was in the position.  I went for a glass of sherry and a Dutch cigar.  When I returned a half hour later she was still there, sobbing quietly.  I had brought a ping pong paddle with me and spanked her lightly on the left butt cheek, low, almost beside her still damp slit.106

"Is this how hard your daddy spanks?" I asked.107

"Oh no.  Daddy spanks much harder."108

I whacked her again, on the other side and just a bit harder.  "Does that hurt as much as it did in the woodshed?"109

"No Sir. Daddy spanks as hard as he can hit.  It hurts more with a belt too."110

I gave her another ten spanks, these ones as hard as I could, a few just on the edge of her pussy, and then I stopped.  "This isn't right." I told her.  I bent over and kissed her slightly pink ass.  "You were wanting love."  I kissed it again.  "I gave you hurt."  I kissed and kissed.  111

"It's O.K." She whispered as I slipped a finger into her sweet young puss and my tongue into the crack of her butt.  Soon she was rocking and humming away to herself as I slowly gentled her to a climax that nearly had her bucking off the bed.  It's a good thing she didn't have to work the next day as it was almost seven A.M. before I tucked her in and kissed her on the forehead.112

"Good-night Dear." I whispered.113

"Good-night Daddy."114

Soon she would beg me.  The anticipation was so stimulating.115

III116

There wasn't much sense in going to sleep after I tucked Angel into bed the morning after the incident with the dildo.  The sun was rising and the driver would be along in an hour and a half to take me to the courthouse.  I went into my room and took care of myself in front of that comforting old picture.  It had been that way all my life, I could have sex all night, until I passed out from exhaustion, and for all the enjoyment I got I might as well be shoveling horseshit.  Ten minutes of taking myself in hand while gazing at the picture and relief was mine.  When I had finished I took a long shower.117

As I waited for the driver I ate a bit of fruit and went over the docket for the day.  There was nothing particularly interesting and it looked like a short day.  I was waiting outside when the driver came along.  It was promising to be a beautiful day.  It was Wayne driving that day.  He was one of the best ones.  He didn't mind doing a few chores or a bit of shopping for me while he was waiting for me to finish work.  As I got into the limo he was chasing a wasp around the front compartment.  He pulled a fly swatter out from under the seat and nailed it.  I admired that in a man, the ability to plan ahead for any contingency like that.  I told him so over the intercom, then having decided what to do with the day I gave him his instructions for while I was working.  By the time he had the list all down on his pocket recorder we were at the courthouse.118

One of the prisoners was being a bit unruly as I arrived, refusing to get out of the paddy wagon and into the building.  When the officers finally got him on his feet he tried to make a run for it.  A nightstick swung and I heard the gratifying crack of a kneecap splitting.  "Good job officer."  I called.119

'Thank you Your Honour." he replied as he and another officer tossed the prisoner back into the wagon.  That would be one less case for me.  I smiled as I went inside.120

There weren't many cases to try that day and most of them went pretty quickly, remands and guilty pleas.  Along about ten thirty though one came up that gave me a bit of a snicker.  Some idiots just seem to want their lives to be difficult.  I'm usually all too happy to oblige.121

It seems that one of the bylaw enforcement officers had put a parking ticket on a car that was parked in a driveway that had a lot of room between the sidewalk and the street.  The only problem was that the car took up even more room and in the winter the snow removal crews had a hard time working around it.  It took ten minutes to convince the fool that the boulevard between the sidewalk and the road was city property and not his.  I let them blither back and forth for half an hour.  They had measurements, pictures, statements from the folks up and down the block, all sorts of crap and arguments over a stupid ten dollar ticket that there was no way he could get out of paying.122

"But I've lived there six years and parked there every night."  He said when I asked him if he had anything to say in summation.123

"Is that a confession sir?  Do you want to pay the parking fine for every night for six years."124

'Jesus Christ no."125

'You will address me as Your Honour." I told him, "And you will not use offensive language in my court room.  Is that clear?"126

'Yes Your Honour."127

"Good.  Now do you have anything to say in your own defense or not?"128

"Well like I said, I parked there for years and nobody said anything about it being wrong.  If they didn't want me to park there anymore they should have given me a warning, a letter or something."129

"Sir," I pointed out to him, "That is a ridiculous notion.  Do you expect that someone should send letters every day to every citizen advising them not to litter, rape, kill, or embezzle as well as a thousand other crimes they might commit?"130

"Well, uh, no Your Honour."131

"Quite right.  Charge upheld.  Ten dollar fine, twenty dollar court costs."132

"Shit." He said, "Twenty bucks in court costs."133

"And fifty dollars for contempt of court." I added without missing a beat.  "I warned you sir.  Do you want to try for another hundred, or go for the big prize of an all expense paid evening in the holding cells downstairs?"134

"Who do I give the eighty bucks to Your Honour?" He asked meekly.135

"Ask the bailiff." I told him.136

It turned out that the idiot with the broken kneecap was supposed to be the main event for the day and with him out of the action there were only a couple more short things and we were done at twelve fifteen.  I went downstairs and waited for Wayne to pick me up.137

He had made all of the purchases I requested, though he still had a hard time believing that I actually wanted two dozen fly swatters.  I took the receipts from the purchases and paid him, giving him his usual twenty-dollar tip.  I was whistling as he drove me home.  He helped me carry everything into the house and drove off.  I checked on Angel. She was still sleeping.  I started breakfast.138

I set the breakfast trays down on the dresser and walked over to the bed.  The smell of the bacon had her halfway awake already and when I kissed her on the forehead she wrapped her arms around my neck and dragged me into bed with her.  I had almost forgotten how strong she was.  She kissed me good morning very thoroughly.139

"Good morning Daddy." she whispered.140

"Good morning yourself." I grinned at her.  'It's damned near one thirty.  Eat your brunch."141

"Yes Sir, Your Holy Honourship Excellency Supreme Overlordship Sir.  With pleasure."142

I laughed and helped her to eat.  She asked what I wanted her to do that afternoon.143

"Welllll." I hesitated.  "There is the small matter of that Jeep that needs trying out.  Had you forgotten that?"144

"No Sir." She grinned.  "I thought maybe you had."145

'Not a chance Angel.  Go to the room where you got the kilt and blouse from before and pick yourself out a bathing suit and some picnic clothes.  We're going to the country.  There's this place I know that's perfect."146

By the time she was done dressing I had washed the dishes and gotten the picnic stuff into the Jeep.  Thinking of Wayne I had tossed in a couple of the fly swatters too.  I was dying to see which bathing suit she had picked out, but she had put on a pair of blue jeans and a tee shirt over it so I couldn't tell.  She was carrying a light jacket.  Clever girl.147

I directed her and we had a pleasant drive.  When I directed her off the road and down a private lane with a gate she asked if I was sure it was alright.148

Yes Angel Dear.  It's alright.  I own it."149

When we came to the open spot where the cottage is I noticed the door was open and a pile of my possessions was on the step.  I reached over and turned the key off.  "Shhh. I hushed her.  There's someone in my cottage.  Let's get him."150

It turned out there were two of them and one was a her.  They were about twelve or thirteen, the girl's boobs just starting to bud out and his voice wavering as he tried to talk their way free.  I had told them that they were under arrest and to get in the Jeep.151

"No." He told me.  "We don't have to do anything you say and you can't touch us.  If you do it's child abuse and besides the police can't do anything either.  They wouldn't anyway because Cassie's father is a sheriff anyway so there."152

When he ran down I turned to Angel.  "Show him your badge." I told her.153

He started to beg then.  "Please Mister.  We weren't doin' nothin', honest.  We were just gonna borrow some old stuff for our fort.  We woulda brought it back tonight.  Please, let us go."154

"You've broken the law and you must be punished.  We'll have to take you in I'm afraid."155

"Our dads will ground us forever, likely whup us too.  Please, can't you let us go?"156

'I'm afraid not.  You must be punished.  As you pointed out, if we touch you it’s child abuse.  I'm afraid you'll just have to punish each other.  Angel, will you be kind enough to fetch a fly swatter from the Jeep please?"157

'There isn't any need Sir.  There's one hanging right behind you."158

"Ah, so there is.  You two get your clothes off."  They both stripped down to their underwear and stopped.159

"All of your clothes.  Hurry before I change my mind and run you in."160

They stripped off slowly.  He couldn't take his eyes off her.  They kept going back and forth from her firm little breasts to the fuzz of hair that was just sprouting on her pubes.  His hairless little boy dick was twitching, starting to get hard.161

I think we'll start off with a little spanking.  You, what is your name anyway?  You get Cassie across your knees and give her twenty good spanks.  Mind you, make them good or you'll have to give her twenty more until you do it right."162

"My name's Billy Sir.  Don't worry, I'll give her twenty good ones all right.  It was her idea to come here."  His thing was at half mast now and rising.  I motioned him to sit on the bed and Angel helped to arrange the girl on his lap.  As she did she gave him a little squeeze.  When she let go it was up all the way.  He just sat there for a minute looking at the girl's rear end.  No doubt he had been wanking off in anticipation of the sight for a long time.163

"Get to it lad." I urged him.  He licked his lips and gave her ass a slap"164

"Ow." She hollered.  "Bill Peterson, you didn't have to hit me so hard."165

"Cassie Evens.  You know damned well I do, now or later, or these people are going to get us in all kinds of trouble.  Hold still."166

He spanked her again, hard, and kept it up for the whole twenty strokes, counting them off out loud.  She took it quietly, just giving a little grunt with each crack of his hand.  When he finished and she got up his little rod was as stiff as could be and fiery red in color.  Another five strokes would have done it for him.167

"O.K. Cassie." Angel spoke up with an evil gleam in her eye.  "It's payback time.  Billy, get over her knees.  He was all too willing to oblige and get his hungry little cock in contact with some woman flesh again.  She started right into spanking, getting him back for what he'd just done to her.168

'Ow, Ow, ouch." He complained.  "Watch your nails you little bitch."169

She spanked harder.  By the time she was done with his ass they were both panting.  When they got up his spunk was running down her thigh.  "Look what he did." I told her.  "That's what gets you pregnant.  You'd better wipe it off."  She did.  With his tee shirt.  170

"You pig, " She said to him.  "I could just kill you."171

"No you can't. " I said to her, "But you can give him as many strokes with this as you like.  I handed her the fly swatter.  "Where do you want him?"172

She looked around, thinking.  You could see the apprehension in his eyes.  He knew she was really pissed off.  "Over the table.  Let me tie his hands on the other side so he doesn't move."173

"Smart girl." I told her.  I fetched some rope from the utility room.  She tied his arms stretched out to the two legs of the table on the far side to his feet and started to work.  Every time she whacked him with that fly swatter he yelped, "awhooo, awhooo, awhooo," over and over.  She kept at him unmercifully.  Her nipples were getting hard and you could see her young slit starting to smile open.  She must have whacked him a hundred times with that thing.  She was careful though just to use the rubber part though, so although his ass was as red as a stoplight when you're in a hurry there were no welts or broken spots in his tender skin.  I thought that was rather considerate of her.  When I thought she was done she switched hands and gave him a couple of dozen more.  "Billy Peterson, if you ever come that close to getting me pregnant again I'll kill you."  She put the fly swatter on the table and untied him.  He stood there rubbing his ass.  His dipstick had shrunk down to the size of a peanut and looked like it was trying to hide.  I don't blame it.174

"Never mind your skinny little ass." Angel told him.  "Tell me where you want the girl.  Let's see if you can give as good as you got."175

"Goddam right I can.  He said, his voice suddenly deeper. "I'll tie the bitch to the table like she tied me.  I want to tie her feet too, tie them apart to the legs of the table."176

I got some more rope and he tied her up.  You could see her little peach from the back, which was no doubt what he had intended.  He picked the fly swatter up.  When he let into her he didn't hold anything back.  In less than a minute she was red from  tail bone to knees and her tender little pussy was responding to the bit it was catching by opening like a rose bud.  She was screaming, cursing, calling him names, and begging for mercy.  He kept spanking and calling her names.  His pecker was starting to come up again.  He spanked on.  Soon it was as red as it had been before.  He was getting right into what he was doing and when the end flew off the fly swatter he either didn't notice or didn't care.  She was screaming like crazy as I took it away from him, and there were a dozen welts on her smooth little ass. They were rising up about a quarter of an inch.  At least he hadn't broken the skin.  With no fly swatter left and a dick that demanded attention he went up and pressed against her from behind.  She seemed totally docile.  He rubbed and rubbed up and down the crack of her ass.  He didn't even seem to know that Angel and I were in the room.  He just kept rubbing and rubbing.  She started to respond after a while, rubbing her clit on the edge of the table.177

They must have gone on like that for ten minutes, dry humping.178

Finally Billy couldn't take it any more.  He drew back and pushed in.  They both bucked furiously for a few seconds then his legs went out from under him.  He sank to his knees, his face inches from her twitching kitty.  You won't get pregnant in that hole." He told her, and went and got her tee shirt to wipe up the jizz that was oozing from her butt.179

I told Angel to get some cold cream from the medicine cabinet and divide it between two plates.  When she came back I had untied Cassie and she was rubbing her tender little butt.  I told her to come and let me take care of it while Angel took Billy into the other room to minister to his tush.  We were a long time soothing those troubled asses.  I don't know how many times Angel made Billy shoot, but I had the girl multiple orgasming for fifteen minutes before she was done.  It was suppertime by the time we had them dressed.  I asked if they'd like to stay for a picnic, but they both had to be home for supper.  Cassie kissed us both good-bye and Billy shook our hands.  As they walked away they had their hands on each other's asses.180

IV181

As soon as the kids were out of sight Angel grabbed the cooler and headed for the picnic table.  "Come on Sir, let's get to the vittles."182

"Vittles indeed you saucy wench.  I thought you might want to try out the pond first.  No swimming after food.  We don't want to get cramps."183

"Yes Daddy.  Swim first, eat later.  I'll go inside and get ready.  No peeking."184

I just took my pants and shirt off along with my footwear and left it all at the picnic table.  I couldn't figure out why she didn't do the same, but women are women after all.  She came out a minute later wearing a beach robe.  Damn, I was dying to see which bathing suit she had on.185

When we got to the pond Angel hung back.  I didn't chide her as I was anxious to get into the cold water and lose the hard on that watching that sweet young ass get spanked had given me.  After a while it gets irritating.  A while after that it gets painful.186

When my dick was down and my balls had stopped aching I looked around for Angel.  She was dabbling her feet at the edge of the water and still had the robe on.187

"Chicken."  I hollered at her.188

"Duck." She yelled back, threw the robe off, and came running at me, splashing for all she was worth.  Hot damn.  The bathing suit she had chosen was her birthday suit.  I could feel my rod starting to stiffen again and groaned.  Once I got home and got to my room and the picture it wouldn't take me long to get off tonight.  I started splashing back and when Angel got close enough I ducked down under the water and started swimming under.  I got behind her and surfaced.  She was still looking toward where she had last seen me so I drew another lung full of air and went under again.  The next thing she knew I was biting her ass.  She started running and flailing the water like she was trying to ward off a whole pond full of alligators.  I surfaced sputtering and choking from the mouthful of water I had swallowed from laughing.  She shook her finger at me.189

"I ought to spank your scrawny ass Sir for scaring me like that."190

"Catch me if you can." I yelled back, took another lung full of air, and went under again.  This time I bit her on the calf.  She scooted for the shore.  I followed her.  God, I'd follow that sweet ass of hers anywhere.  I'd crawl over broken glass naked to lick it.  My Angel.  My sweet, sweet Angel.191

We had a lovely picnic.  I only allowed Angel one glass of wine as she was driving.  Besides, that left the rest of the bottle for me.  My delectable lady had never had bothered to put the robe back on and just as I was about to push back and light a cigar she grinned and asked, "Aren't you having any dessert?"192

I told her there was no dessert; I hadn't had Wayne pick any up.  She nodded her head yes and grinned at me.193

"What?"  I asked.194

"Hair pie." she grinned.  "Piping hot and juicy as all get out."195

"Put it on the table wench."196

"Yes Boss."197

It was juicy and very tasty.  After I'd had my fill of it and it had its fill of my tongue I told Angel to hold still for a minute.  I retrieved the cigar I had been about to light and took advantage of her juices to wet it.  "Rum flavoured and cunt dipped."  I quipped as I lit it.  They haven't even discovered that in Cuba yet."198

"Speaking of dipped," she replied.  "I'd better go down and get cleaned up.  I should have cleaned off the table before I started bouncing around on it.  I think you missed some potato salad in my crevasse."199

"You do that Angel while I put my clothes on.  Sorry about missing the salad.  It must have been an oversight." I told her.  "Either that or an underbite."200

She picked up the robe, laughing, and headed toward the pond.201

I had gotten dressed, put the used paper plates etc. in the fire pit, and got a merry blaze going when I realized that Angel had been gone an unusually long amount of time.  It was getting dark.  I looked in the cottage and she hadn't gone in to get dressed and fallen asleep.  I went down to the pond.  I couldn't see her there either, so I started across the dam to see if she had gone to the other side for some reason.  I was halfway across when I saw her.202

She was about the middle of the pond, just below the surface, and not moving.  I dove in.  203

I dragged her out the cottage side of the pond because that is the easiest slope.  I checked her vital signs.  Her heart was beating faintly, but she was unconscious and not breathing.  After about ten minutes of artificial resuscitation she started to choke and spit up water.  I rolled her into the recovery position.204

"Angel?"205

No answer.206

"Angel, can you hear me?"207

A moan.208

"Angel, baby, talk to Daddy."209

"Sir.  I"210

I brought my belt down across her goose bumped ass.  Again and again I lashed.  If she was alert enough to respond to my voice she was alert enough to take her punishment.  As a judge I have always said that the punishment should follow as closely after the crime as possible.211

"Bitch.  Dirty, stupid bitch.  I told you, swim first, then eat.  I was lashing at her as fast and as hard as I could.  She was up on her hands and knees, crawling toward the cabin.  She hadn't made a sound.  "Look at me." I screamed.  "I'm soaked.  Everything in my wallet is soaked.  My cigars are ruined.  I almost lost my Angel."  I started to shake and cry as the fact set in.  "I almost lost my Angel.  How could you do that to me?"  I broke down completely.212

I was leaning against a tree not caring what happened, in shock I suppose, when I felt her arms around me.  She was crying too, big tears, sobbing silently.  "You saved me!  You saved me!" She kept repeating between sobs.  "I owe my life to you.  Sir.  Daddy.  I love you Daddy.  You were right.  I got a cramp.  I love you, love you, love you.  You're my hero.  I'm sorry.  I deserve to be whipped."213

"Angel.  I love you too."  I sobbed.  "Don't ever do anything like that to me again.  I was so scared.  Oh, my Angel."214

We started kissing then, kissing like lovers.  She was really getting excited.  They say a near death experience will do that to you.  We climbed into the Jeep and I played with her in the back seat like a high school football player with a prom queen until she came.  I had started the engine when we got in and by the time we were done I was warmed up a bit and somewhat drier.  Angel got the cooler and got dressed.  I was dozing in the back seat when she climbed into the driver's seat.  We started back for the city without a word, lost in our own thoughts.  She was quiet most of the way, but I could see her looking at me in the mirror every couple of minutes.  Finally she spoke.215

"What's wrong with me?"  She asked.216

"What do you mean Angel?  Don't you feel well?"  I was concerned.  It could be she had water in her lungs.  Some people get pneumonia really easily.217

"I feel fine.  I mean what's wrong with me as a woman that you don't want to fuck me.  You fool around with me, you kiss me, you'll even lick my pussy.  Back by the cabin you even said you love me.  What's wrong with me that you won't fuck me?  Please Sir.  I need to know."218

"There's nothing wrong with you Angel.  You are the most perfect girl I've ever met."219

"Then why won't you do it to me?  You're a man.  Your dick gets hard.  When those kids left this afternoon I swear it looked like it could poke through cement.  Why won't you give it to me?"220

"You haven't asked me to Angel.  You haven't given me permission."  There were words echoing in my head.  I didn't know where they were coming from, but I repeated them.  "That is a sacred thing, making love to a woman.  You can take anything from a woman but that, do anything else to her and it's all right.  Don't ever stick your thing in her unless she tells you it's O.K. though, better yet, wait until she asks you too.  If you rush her, if you do it to her without her permission she'll hate you.  She may stay with you.  She may even say that she loves you."  I couldn't stop talking.  I didn't know where the words were coming from, but I couldn't stop.  "She'll hate you though, be working on revenge.  Never do it to an unwilling woman.  NEVER."  I was practically shouting.  "Making love is by mutual consent always.  Otherwise it's rape.  Rape is bad, bad, bad."221

Wherever that came from it was done.  I shook my head.  Angel had pulled over to the side of the road.  "Sir.  That's so sweet.  Most boys don't wait until a girl gives them permission.  A lot don't even wait until they're properly introduced.  As soon as they see a pretty ass they've got their things in their hands, trying to poke it in any old hole.  That's one of the reasons I became a cop."  She was crying again, the kind of crying that came from a deep down pain that could never be healed.  "I, I,"  She couldn't speak.222

"You were raped?"  I asked.223

She nodded.  "Gang raped."  The tears started to leak.  "If you had tried to force me that first night I probably would have killed you the first chance I got.  You didn't though.  Oh Sir.  I've loved you since then.  You were concerned with my happiness, not your dick."224

"Me too." I whispered, patting her on the shoulder.  "I've loved you at least since then.  I don't know.  Maybe I've always loved you.  I know I always will."225

She crawled into the back with me and we kissed.  For a long time there was no noise but the squishy little sounds made by tongues as they venture from mouth to mouth.  Finally she spoke.226

"Sir.  Fuck me please."227

"With pleasure my dear."228

She started to fumble at my clothes like a kid with a Christmas present.229

"No Angel.  Not here.  Back at the house.  In a bed.  For a long time."230

"I'm so horny Daddy.  I can't wait."231

"I'm just as horny and yes it can wait until everything's perfect."  She touched my cock then, wrapping her fingers around it as much as she could through my pants.  She gasped then and scrambled back to the driving seat.  She had lain across it before, seen it pushing my pants out, even brushed her hand on it a couple of times when we were petting, but she hadn't really had a chance to find out how big it was.  She drove back to the house as fast as she could.232

When we got into the house she looked at the basement door as much as to ask,  "Do we want to play that kind of game tonight."233

I shook my head.  "We don't need that tonight Angel.  We don't need anything.  We just need each other."  God.  I hoped that was true.  We started up the stairs, Angel in lead.  When we got to the top she started for the blue room again.  I took her hand and led her on past.  We went by Gladdie's room, and she started toward the door to my room.  I was so tempted to let her lead me in there and let whatever happened happen.  I wasn't ready to explain the picture though.  I couldn't even explain it to myself.234

I opened the door to the pink room, the one right beside mine.  It has a door that leads straight into my room.  That's the farthest any girl had ever come since the house became mine.  At that, only two others had ever made it that far.  It hadn't worked out.235

Angel gasped again when I turned the light on.  The pink room is a cross between a fairy princess room and a Vegas hotel's honeymoon suite.  If there was anything missing from that room that would make lovemaking more pleasant neither I or one of the best set designers from Hollywood whom I had hired to decorate could think of it.  Angel practically dragged me to the bed.  I flicked on the stereo and the lights went down.236

What can I say?  Fucking is fucking.  When I first poked it in she got that same surprised look they all do.  "You touched bottom." She whispered in awe.  "You touched me where no man has before."237

"And where no man will again darling if I have anything to say about it.  After that we didn't talk with words for a long time.238

We did it for hours in every possible position with every possible stimulus, until Angel was all cummed out and starting to dry up.  I faked a convincing orgasm and excused myself to go to the bathroom.  Straight through I ran, my balls aching like a mouthful of rotten teeth.  As soon as I got through the hidden door from the bathroom to my bedroom and turned the lights on my knees went weak.  About three strokes and I came so hard that I nearly fainted.  That was a good sign.  All the other girls had been just like nothing and it had taken the usual half-hour looking at the picture.  If only there was some way to explain the picture.  Angel was snoring when I crawled in beside her, satisfied at last.239

V240

I woke up the next morning with a raging hard on and the smell of my Angel in my nostrils.  After relieving myself last night I had come back to snuggle with her.  She had slipped out while I slept.  My dick bobbing out ahead of me I headed through the loo and into my room.  There with the watchful eye of the picture staring at me from a thousand different vantage points I once again took myself in hand until I reached a solution.  I could almost see Angel's face superimposed on the picture as I squirted.241

I had no idea where the picture came from, or who it was of.  All I know was that it saved my life.  I would have killed myself at one point in my life, just about did.  I mean, sure it was kind of neat for a while having a hard on that just wouldn't quit.  The high school girls I dated loved it, but it left me feeling somewhat less than a man.  I couldn't cum for them, I couldn't cum for books, magazines, movies, anything.  I was beginning to wonder if I was gay.  I couldn't live with that thought and I felt I couldn't live without cumming.  I felt hopeless.242

After the folks died I was cleaning up in the basement and found it in a bunch of old Life magazines in the basement.  I couldn't remember who the woman in it was, just a kind of stern looking lady, not old, not young, dressed like the ladies dressed when I was a kid.  Gladdie had no idea who she might be either.  I took the magazines upstairs to read, the picture folded into one.  I was looking through one of the magazines with the boner I usually got looking at old pictures poking out of my pj.s.  The picture fell out on the bed.  I went weak and just fell over on my back.  My cum squirted so hard I hit myself in the face.  It was salty and sweet and it felt so good that I cried.  I spent the better part of the next three weeks staring at that stern forgotten face and jacking myself off until my poor boner was raw and red.  I could cum.  I could CUM.  I COULD CUM.  I wanted to sing it.243

When I came to reason again I realised the fragility of the old photo and had a number of copies made, leaving the original in a safety deposit box at the bank.  I would die before I went back to the way I was.  I began dating again, bringing the girls home and slipping off when they were satisfied to finish my job by hand.  Gradually I came to realise that the more copies of the picture I was looking at the easier it came.  I had it made into wallpaper.244

When I was finished the job in hand I went down to the kitchen and made tea.  I noticed that Angel had picked up the paperwork for the Jeep and the literature I had got for her from the school.  I had such high hopes for her.  With my guidance she could be all I was, and more.  With all this women's' lib stuff maybe she could even make it all the way to the Supreme Court.  I spent the rest of the day puttering around the house, wondering what was taking Angel so long.  By the time she pulled into the drive, just after midnight I was in a real state.  245

When Angel came through the door, looking as hot as when I first saw her in her police uniform I was almost sobbing with relief.  "Where have you been?  I was worried sick.  Why didn't you call?  You're so naughty.  What am I going to do with you?"246

She hung her head.  "I'm sorry.  I stopped at the apartment for clothes after I finished the paperwork for the Jeep and the application for night school.  I decided to call the station while I was there and do like you said and tell them as soon as I could so they could get used to the idea of me going to school at night and think about rearranging my shifts.  Roberts had called in sick and they needed me to cover as escort for a prisoner to the women's facility.  There aren't any other women in the precinct and we would have had to keep her over night if I couldn't take the run. I should have called."  She took my hand and led me down into the basement.  Her uniform was shed by the time we hit the bottom of the steps.  Without another word she shackled herself to the whipping post.  247

I opened the shackles and kissed her on the forehead.  "No baby, this is more personal."  I whispered and led her to the antique deacons’ bench by the door.  I motioned and she went over my knee like she'd been there every day since childhood.  I stared at her sweet ass for a minute then started to take my belt off.    Before it cleared the loops I changed my mind.  I sat there for the longest time just staring at her ass and gradually began running my finger over the smoothness of underwear, up and down the crack of her butt, then as she slowly spread her legs, farther and farther until I was sliding it around from her tailbone to her clit and back, still lost in thought.  My cock was getting hard as she squirmed in my lap.  I realized that her cunt juice had soaked right through her panties, making them transparent.  My leg was wet with her.  I grabbed the panties and went to pull them off so quickly that they ripped.  She started breathing hard.  248

I spanked her long and I hard.  By the time I was done she was pink from knees to tailbone and I think she came the whole time.  One whole leg of my pants was wet from her and the room smelled like a cathouse.  My boner was a great throbbing mass at the center of my universe.  I wanted to cum so bad, but I wanted to satisfy Angel first.  249

She rolled off my lap and onto the floor.  On her knees she undid my pants and slipped them off.   She took me in her mouth.  She sucked my cock for about ten minutes, then moaning with desire she climbed up and pushed me into a reclining position.  Finally she came to another screaming orgasm.  Shortly after she made a dash for the washroom.  I was going to go up and relieve myself while she was in there, on the pretense of getting fresh clothing.  I was bent over my still rigid member, picking up my boxers when unheard, she came up behind me.  "You little bastard."  I heard her say, then whack; the fly swatter hit my ass.  My knees went weak and I fell back onto the bench.  She jumped on my twitching boner and I came inside her.  I came inside a woman.  I shot my wad into Angel's twitching cunt.  For the first time in my life I took sex to it's proper conclusion, and what's more, the picture was nowhere in sight.  We were hugging and kissing and both crying with joy.250

VI251

One evening after Angel and I had been married about six months I was sitting in the gazebo reading and waiting for her to come home and contemplating our life together.  It was better than I'd ever hoped for, with me managing to bring myself off in proper form at least once every two weeks, and more importantly still able to hide the fact from Angel that most of the time I couldn't.  While I was sitting thusly I noticed a cruiser pulling into the drive.  My heart leapt into my throat.  All I could think of was that my sweet one had been hurt.  I hurried across the lawn to meet the driver at the door.252

"What's wrong officer?"  I asked him.  He was a stranger to me, which seemed unusual until I noticed the markings on the car door.  He was a federal cop.  When he got out of the car he had a box that looked like a large sample case in his hand.253

"Nothing wrong sir." he said tersely, "Just making a delivery."  I could tell by his tone of voice that he wasn't used to being assigned the job of messenger boy and resented it.  I invited him in and inquired as to the nature of his delivery and why he was acting the role of delivery person.254

"As I gather sir it's a rather long story, but the gist of it is that you have received a bequest which may contain sensitive material and it couldn't be sent to you any other way."255

"A bequest?  From who?"  I knew of no one who had died recently who would like to send me anything, unless of course it were a bomb from one who I had sent to his demise.256

"I'm afraid I don't know all the details, but if you sign here for me you'll know soon enough sir."257

I signed, then stood well back as he opened the box for me that he'd been carrying.  One can't be too careful.  At least there was no explosion.  I offered him a coffee, which he turned down.258

After he left I pulled free the letter that was attached to the box.  The name on the outside was mine alright.  I opened it and started to read.  "Dearest Binky,"  No one had called me Binky since I was about twelve.  I read on.  "You probably don't remember old Mrs. Wilson, your mother's companion and your babysitter during that awful war wherein I lost my newly wedded husband, but I've never forgotten you, for without you I think I should have perished too."259

She was right.  I didn't remember her.  I didn't remember much from that period.260

I read the rest of the letter, which didn't really say much at all except that she was so grateful for what I'd done, whatever that was.  The enclosed cheque for six hundred thousand dollars and change proved her gratitude.  I turned my attention to the box.  On top of the stack of papers in there were a bunch of files relating to judiciary matters.  Evidently Mr. Wilson had, like me, been a judge.  That would explain the federal officer bringing me the package.  Some matters can remain sensitive for a long time.  Underneath the papers was a photo album.  I opened it up.261

It was the picture.  It was her.  She was.  I, I, I.  It all came back to me, my father off to the war, mother working in the factory like Rosie The Riveter .  Mrs. Wilson, Shelley, babysitting me and my sister.  Her husband had gone off to the war shortly after she was married and while she was still discovering the joys of sex.  Without The Judge around she took the job of looking after us to keep her occupied.  She had discovered the servants' passages in the house before I even knew about them and she had seen my boyish self doing what boys do.  Coming into my room she had grabbed me with the stated intention of spanking me, which indeed she had well started, but ending up seeking a little comfort in my arms.  It was the same nearly every day after that, discipline, fuck, discipline, fuck.  Ah, the gloriousness of having a steady fuck when you're so young.  She would never let me "finish", as she called it, inside her though.  I had to whack off across the room from her while she rubbed the last little bit of her blues away herself.  If I tried to get back on the couch with her I'd get the fly swatter across my ass for my trouble.  Once I waited until she dozed and tried to get my rod back in where he wanted to be to finish there.  I got a sound thrashing that day and a good lecture, the same lecture I had given Angel in the Jeep.  I also got another round of fucking too, for that's what it was, good animal fucking.262

Shelley.  Shelley Wilson.  The picture had a name.  The name had a story.  I felt whole.  For the first time I could remember I felt whole.  I remembered every little thing.  She had called me, "My Little Judge."  When her big judge had died she'd moved in with us for a glorious summer of fucking, then in the fall she had married a policeman.  She had constantly told me to forget what we were doing.  I guess the telling had worked because I'd forgotten all about her the minute she left.  I could remember now though.  I remembered everything.263

I was sitting there just feeling good when Angel came in.  Without a word I took her by the hand and led her up to the pink room, for that is what we were still using as a bedroom.  I undressed her slowly, kissing her all over as I did so, then gently laid her back on the bed.  I climbed between her legs and shoved into her.  We rocked for about half an hour and we came.  WE came.  I rolled off and fell asleep almost at once.  So did Angel.  I could hear her snoring as I closed my eyes.  About an hour later I awoke to the sound of Angel coming out of the bathroom.  As we cuddled there in the afterglow she whispered her news of the day in my ear.264

The next morning, after Angel left for work I called in a contractor, the same one whom I had get the picture of Shelly made into wall paper and put it up for me, the same one who had done the renovations to make the pink room what it was.  The very same day he steamed the wallpaper back off and restored the oak paneling thusly revealed to its original finish.  He also re-renovated the pink room for me.  It'll make a lovely nursery.265