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Punished In Public
(Daisy Rose)

Katrina felt cold. And hot. And embarrassed and humiliated and aroused. She was feeling so many things at once that it was hard to decide what to feel, let alone what to think.



Before she could protest being tied up, two strong hands gripped her wrists and pulled them taut behind her back. She felt cold metal handcuffs being clicked on her wrists and gasped as Carl stood in front of her and eased her legs wide open to stare at her pussy.



Her cheeks flamed red and she was too embarrassed for words.



"What should I search you with, I wonder?" he whispered. There was a hard edge to his voice that hinted that she was in for much more than she was prepared for. She had never seen him so close before and she was surprised to see specks of gold in his dark eyes. Maybe it was just a reflection of the light.



"Please," she begged, feeling the muscles between her legs tense. She wasn't sure if it was from embarrassment or arousal. It was hard to catch her breath with him being so close. He smelled like danger.



She tried to pull her arms free, but the metal cuffs were doing a perfect job keeping her trapped.



The silence dragged on and suffocated her. She daren't breath too hard, less he get more ideas in his head on what to do with her.



"First, I have to loosen your pussy," he said, resting his hand on her inner thigh. The warmth of his fingers on her chilled skin sent shivers down her spine and she gulped, saliva travelling slowly down her throat.



He took a step back and Katrina took the opportunity to clench her legs together. From the corner of her eyes, she saw him unzip the bag that she had been eyeing suspiciously when she first entered. Her eyes widened when she saw him remove a plastic paddle from the bag. There were holes on the paddle to reduce air resistance and increase pain.



"Hold her legs open, Dexter," he instructed.



It was then that she finally found her voice. "What're you doing?" she gasped.



"I'm going to spank just a little," he promised. "That'll help me loosen up your muscles so I can search your holes easier," he said.



Some parts of his words made sense, but she recognized most of them to be lies. There was no way spanking her would achieve anything other than satisfy his own selfish need to- to do what exactly? She couldn't think of a reasonable explanation.



She clamped her legs together, adamantly refusing to cooperate, but Carl and Dexter were beyond reason now.



She could still stop it, she thought. She could say she rather faced the police and let them bring her down to the station. But what if they're in on it too? Would they strip search her in the police station? In front of uniformed officers? And then what would happen to her afterwards? Would they put her in jail? The evidence were against her, after all. The perfume was in her bag, as was the wad of cash. Her pussy twitched from the thought of being punished by policemen in uniform instead of the two black men.



She allowed her legs to be pried open, then stayed completely still as Carl slid his hand, the one not holding the paddle, between her legs. He found the heat there and the wetness, and he grinned.