“Oops, I must have taken them off on the way here.” Her lips spread into a devious grin, and she presents her wrists to me.
I was looking forward to our time together, outside of a fantasy, but this one isn’t too bad. I see where it’s coming from. She got arrested not long before we met. Hell, she almost got arrested the night we met. I spared her from a trip to the police station in handcuffs that she wouldn’t have been able to slip out of as easily as these.
“We’ll rectify that.” I grab her wrist, slap on a cuff, and spin her around so that I can handcuff her hands behind her back.
“Am I going to get punished for all of that contraband, Warden Brooks?” She turns back to face me after the handcuffs are secured.
“What do you think?” I run my hands along her curves and salivate over the thought of removing her costume.
“Yeah, I figured that was the case.” She looks down and smiles. “I’ve heard what happens to prisoners who get in trouble with you.”
“Then this won’t be a surprise, will it?” I carefully guide her across my knee, which is a little more difficult than normal with the handcuffs.
Okay, this is fun. I’ll admit it. We have all weekend for it to just be us, so if she needs this fantasy to get things started, I’ll go along with it. She’s obviously put some thought into it and went to the trouble of getting this costume. I wonder if she even realizes how fucking good she looks in a dress, but I can’t deny that this is tempting as hell.
I trace the curve of her hips, down to the line where her shorts press against her thighs. The outfit leaves very little to the imagination
, but she’s no stranger to that considering what she wore to the Halloween party. She squirms on my knee in anticipation of what is coming, which makes my dick throb in my pants. I slowly pull my hand away and prepare to give her what she wants.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
“I’m sorry, Warden Brooks…” She whines and lets out a soft little whimper.
“You’re going to be really sorry when I get done with you.” I firm up my tone and suppress my smile.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
“Ow…” She squirms on my knee.
“Let me guess, that toothbrush was going to be a shank, wasn’t it? You were planning to spend a lot more time in my prison, weren’t you?” I stop for a moment to wait for a response.
“Yes, sir.” She looks over her shoulder and pouts.
“That’s what I thought.” I nod.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
“Time for these to come down.” I grab her shorts and begin peeling them off her ass.
“No, please!” She feigns protest.
It doesn’t take much effort to get them down. She wiggles her hips to help me. As soon as I get them halfway past the curve of her ass, I realize she’s wearing a pair of panties with something written on them. Not the first time. I slide them further to fully reveal it.
“Jailbird?” I can’t help but laugh. “Pretty sure these aren’t standard issue with your jumpsuit.”
“No, sir.” My laugh makes it hard for her to keep a straight face as well.
“They’ll be coming down soon enough.” I raise my hand in the air.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
“Ow…” She whines. “I was afraid of that.”
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
“Now seems like a pretty good time.” I reach for her panties and pull them down.
Ainsley’s panties are saturated. So wet that they stick when they are pulled away from her pussy. This fantasy has turned her on, no doubt about that. I push her shorts far enough that they can fall to her ankles and then do the same with her panties. She squirms and pulls a foot free, then spreads her legs so that her clit can rest directly on my knee.