“Such a bad little boy,” she continued mockingly. Her fingers were on his shaft now, simply tickling. “You’ve got to be punished so you won’t do it again.” And to his utter humiliation and the snickering delight of his audience, he erected suddenly. And then she stood back.
Whack! The first blow of the studded paddle stung his rear, and he gasped with surprise and pain. Then the second hit, hard, and he arched his body as far forward as he could to escape the burning agony. Then the third and the fourth and the fifth—the police vixens were into their work. This was a hard spanking, a fast spanking, designed for maximum pain.
He wanted to hold in his feelings, his shame, his reaction, but his rear became red and sore at once, and the court official’s fingers kept tickling his shaft as she
