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Daren Hughes watched is wife through the slits of the 
mini blinds from his darkened office. She was berating 
his voluptuous secretary for not having her papers 
ready.

"Mrs. Hughes, please just come into the Notary's office 
for the sign off," the younger woman said. "You can 
leave your purse here." Mrs. Hughes slammed down the 
coat and purse with impatience and followed the woman.

He watched her bottom move under the too short white 
knit skirt. What an ass! Although in the midst of a 
bitter divorce after nearly 20 years of marriage, it 
still turned him on. He smiled.

In those brief moments, Daren Hughes lifted his wife's 
wallet from her purse and removed her driver's license, 
registration, credit cards and money, before replacing 
it. She came back and left the office in a huff.

He watched her from the second story window as she 
walked across the parking lot, slid her size 18 frame 
into the Lincoln Town Car and squeal away. She was 
under the assumption that the divorce papers HAD to be 
delivered that night, and of course her husband was out 
of town.

She was really pissed! It was a 70 mile drive to HIS 
attorney.

Daren Hughes came out of his hiding place, thanked his 
secretary for a job well done, and then cleared his 
calendar of all pending defense cases for the next 
week. He freed many a mobster in his time, and nothing 
crucial was on the near horizon. He left.

Diane Hughes had the Town Car pushing 80 miles per 
hour, when, per the directions given her, exited at 
Willow Road. From expressway to two lane black top. She 
missed her turn off and had to back up. She guided the 
big car down the winding gravel road for miles, 
snapping off protruding branches in her haste.

Through the rear view mirror, she saw the red and blue 
lights flashing through the haze of dust she had 
created.

"SHIT!" Diane Hughes screamed out loud, and tried to 
pull over as best she could, scraping the car's side 
against the under brush.

She watched the Blazer doors open and two uniformed 
troopers exit. Smokey Bear Hats, mirrored sun glasses, 
and off course the swagger. She pushed the button and 
lowered the driver window.

"Where's the fire?" the trooper asked, leaning into the 
window.

'What a dumb fuck!' she thought and proceeded to charm 
her way out of the situation with a myriad of excuses.

"Drivers license and registration, ma'am," he replied 
unmoved.

'Son of a bitch! They were gone!' the thought raced in 
her brain as she frantically searched her purse. Again, 
the plethora of excuses.

"Step out of the car ma'am!" he ordered, stepping back 
and placing his hand on the butt of his gun. The door 
swung open and Diane Hughes pivoted to exit, giving the 
trooper a nice shot of some nice looking legs.

"Lean over the hood of the car ma'am," he ordered.

"I will do not such thing! What is this all about?!" 
she screamed at the two of them.

With not too much effort, the trooper twisted her arms 
behind her and slammed her down on the hood of the car.

"The plates on this car were reported stolen," he 
stated, as he cuffed her hands behind her back. "You 
will have to come along with us." he added, and without 
warning reached under her skirt and gave her crotch and 
bottom several probing and hard squeezes!

"HOW DARE YOU!" she hissed and kicked at the trooper.

"That's assault and resisting arrest ma'am," and with 
practiced skill, led her to the Blazer. Locking her 
securely in the back, the two troopers drove off. Diane 
Hughes screamed indignities at the pair, threatening 
law suits from her powerful husband.

The Blazer meandered its way down the twisting road and 
stopped at a remote industrial warehouse type building.

"Temporary Highway Traffic Control," the trooper 
explained to Diane Hughes as he lead he into the 
building and to the desk of a uniformed woman.

"Speeding, no license, registration, assault, and 
resisting arrest," he told the woman.

"THIS IS RIDICULOUS!" Diane screamed as the big trooper 
pushed her forward indicating to follow the woman.

Three free standing and adjacent barred cells were in 
the back.

There were bars on all four sides as well as over the 
top. Diane Hughes was uncuffed and placed in the middle 
cell. The trooper left. Diane fumed and glared at the 
female officer. The black name tag read "M. BAKER".

"Take your clothes off," Baker ordered. "Unless you 
want me to call for help," she added, observing Diane 
Hughes' opened mouth shocked expression.

"Oh, please..." Diane started, with genuine distress.

"Look, I know its embarrassing, but it has to be done, 
and I really don't want to call for assistance. These 
guys will tear the clothes off you and you'll have 
nothing to wear when you go home. You do want to go 
home don't you?" Baker reasoned.

"Yes... yes I do," Diane replied much more subdued.

"Good. Then lets get this over with," Baker replied, 
and Diane started removing her clothes! The two 
"troopers" watched from through the one way glass.

As each article of clothing was removed, Diane had to 
hand it through the bars to Officer Baker. The troopers 
rubbed their crotches as Diane Hughes soon stood in 
just her white bra and panties. A big woman with huge 
breasts, an ample belly, and full wide hips tapering to 
rather slender legs.

"Everything ma'am," Baker directed. Inwardly smiling at 
Diane's red faced embarrassment.

Diane Hughes slipped off her remaining two garments and 
handed them to Baker. She stood stark naked and utterly 
humiliated.

"Face me and lift your breasts by the nipples, please," 
Baker ordered.

Diane Hughes could not believe this was happening as 
she grabbed hold of her own nipples and lifted the 
cantaloupe sized breasts.

"Higher! Lift them higher," Baker commanded.

'OH MY GAWD!' Diane groaned in her mind and lifted her 
breasts much higher while tightening the grip on her 
nipples!

"Good," Baker replied as Diane released her breasts.

"Open your legs wide and pull open your pussy lips," 
Baker now ordered.

Diane was frozen in shock! "Hurry up Mrs. Hughes, you 
don't want me to call in any help do you?" Baker stated 
and asked.

"Oh no, no don't call anyone!" Diane pleaded, and she 
spread her legs and reached down between her legs. She 
closed her eyes as she reached into her own vagina and 
pulled open her lips!

"A little more," Baker ordered. Diane almost fainting 
from humiliation, but took a better grip and spread her 
sex lips as wide as she could.

"Keep them held open and squat up and down five times."

Diane squatted with her lips held open, opening herself 
more lewdly than she could possibly imagine.

"You're doing fine, Mrs. Hughes," Baker smiled. "Now 
hands on your head and stand on your right leg and 
hop."

Diane started hoping, conspicuously conscious of how 
her breasts were bouncing, and the flesh of her body 
jiggling.

"Now the left foot," Baker directed, actually amazed 
that the woman was actually following her directions 
without protest.

"Good, very good ma'am," Baker said. "Now turn please."

Diane turned her back to Baker. Baker's eyes wandered 
over the big full behind.

"Bend over and pull apart your bottom cheeks," Baker 
gleefully ordered.

Again, Diane swallowed what little pride she had left 
and bent over. Then reaching back pulled open her 
bottom as wide as she could, hoping to get this over 
with as soon as possible!

She could feel Baker's eyes boring a hole into her 
exposed anus!

"Ok Mrs. Hughes, put your hands through the bars now," 
Baker directed.

Diane complied, somewhat relieved at being freed from 
the humiliating positions. Her heart pounded as Baker 
cuffed her wrists outside the cell!

Baker entered the cell and pulled Diane by the hips 
while directing her to bend forward. Diane felt herself 
guided into an "L" shaped position, with her arms 
outstretched and hands cuffed to the bars, the huge 
melons of her breasts hanging down.

Baker pinched Diane's thighs apart and then to her 
horror felt her slipping a lubricated finger into her 
rectum!

"Just relax, Mrs. Hughes," Baker chided, while sliding 
her finger, then two, deeper and deeper up Diane's ass!

She probed and teased the anal canal, rotating and 
stretching the sensitive membrane. With her other hand, 
she used her gel covered fingers to coax apart the 
rubbery folds of Diane's sex! She slid them up and down 
the fat lips, paying particular attention to the hiding 
clitoris. Little by little she teased the small organ 
from its hooded sheath, until it throbbed with 
tumescence. She smiled at Diane's little gasps.

Baker used her fingers and wrists to pull back on Diane 
and stretch her arms out taut as she fingered the 
sensitive orifices simultaneously. She had Diane 
swooning with her torturous manipulations, and watched 
her start to shake and quiver.

"You OK, Mrs. Hughes?" Baker asked as she used her 
fingers expertly, sliding and twisting around the 
sensitive insides, paying particular attention to the 
now engorged clit. She flicked and rubbed it 
mercilessly.

"Yess..." came a somewhat throaty reply.

After a few more well placed strokes and probes, Diane 
Hughes was in the throws of orgasm. Baker continued her 
probes, driving her fingers deep into the helpless 
female.

When Diane resumed a more rhythmic, Baker gave her a 
hard slap to her bottom.

"Don't be embarrassed, dear," Baker stated, "this 
sometimes happens during these exams."

Diane said nothing. Baker tossed her an article of 
clothing and left the cell.

Diane unfolded the cloth. A clean but very worn 
hospital gown! She slipped her arms into the sleeves 
and reached around the back for the ties. There was 
only one at the center of her back. The gown was much 
too small, the material in back not even coming close 
to closing. Almost her entire bottom remained exposed! 
She quickly did the best she could and sat down on the 
cot, trying to pull the hem down and keep some 
semblance of modesty.

Baker, followed by the two troopers and another man 
entered the room and approached the cell.

"Stand up Mrs. Hughes," Baker said, "This is Judge 
Parker. Diane stood up in the cell then exited as the 
door was opened and she was motioned out by the 
trooper. She stood in front of the Judge, the troopers 
behind her, and Baker to her side holding her arm. She 
could hear the troopers whispering at her exposed bare 
ass.

"Mrs. Hughes," the Judge addressed her, "the stolen 
plates on your car has been an error, but the speeding, 
assault and resisting arrest charges remain. Is there 
anything else from you people?" he addressed the 
officers.

"Well, Judge," Baker interjected, "Mrs. Hughes did cum 
all over my fingers during the body cavity search."

Diane looked at Baker with mouth agape in shocked 
embarrassment.

"Did she now?" the Judge chided.

"Yes sir," moaning and groaning all over the place, 
Baker smiled, as the troopers snickered.

"Well, there really is no statute against that, and I 
see no reason for additional punishment. Just write it 
up in the record." The Judge stated.

"Mrs. Hughes for your speeding violation, you will 
receive six swats of the paddle on your bare bottom, 
and an additional four each for the assault and 
resisting charges. Fourteen in all. Prepare the 
prisoner." the Judge directed.

"NOOOOO! YOU CAN'T MEAN THIS! IT'S PREPOSTEROUS! YOU 
CAN'T BEAT ME!" Diane Hughes screamed as the troopers 
and Baker grabbed her by the arms, dragging her to 
another room.

In the center of the room was an almost new gymnasium 
pommel horse, its legs extended to there maximum.

Baker reached into the neck of Diane's gown and pulled 
it from her in one motion.

"OH PLEASE!" Diane screamed trying to cover her 
nakedness.

The big troopers placed her face down over the horse, 
her belly resting on the top of the hard leather. While 
one held her legs, the other grabbed her hands and 
secured them to the metal legs. Then the same to her 
legs, spreading them almost four feet.

Her feet were completely off the ground and she 
squirmed to try and see behind her.

"Proceed with the warm up," the Judge directed, and the 
two troopers started a hand slapping of the large 
spread ass before them. Lightly at first, them with 
considerably more authority.

Diane shrieked with shame and indignation as the hands 
bounced off her bountiful bum, thighs, and one or two 
slap right between the legs!

"DAREN! OH DAREN! THANK GOD YOU'RE HERE! Diane Hughes 
screamed as she saw her soon to be ex-husband come into 
the room. "THEY'RE BEATING ME TO DEATH!" she screamed 
again.

"I am sorry darling, but I just got the call and came 
straight from the airport," he lied, and advanced to 
his wife. He stroked her fleshy bottom and squeezed it 
a little.

"DAREN! WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?!" Diane screamed.

"Oh, just looking," he replied like a window shopper, 
"It's been a while since I had a good look. Still 
sensitive back here?" he added and asked as he slid his 
index finger into her anus!

"DAREN STOP IT! GODDAMN YOU!" Diane screamed as her 
husbands finger buried itself to the knuckle.

He pulled out his finger with an audible "plop" to the 
amusement of the others.

"I am afraid this court is out of my jurisdiction, but 
if you don't mind, I should like to observe," Daren 
Hughes stated.

"Of course, counselor," the Judge stated, "always 
willing to help a colleague. Proceed with the 
punishment."

"DAREN! YOU CAN'T MEAN THIS! YOU..." Diane's plea was 
interrupted by the splat of the paddle on her bottom.

SPLAT! SPLAT! SPLAT! three in quick succession had her 
howling like some injured animal. The large bottom 
shook and jiggled like so much jello as the trooper 
laid on another two swats.

"WAIT!" the Judge exclaimed, "who is maintaining the 
count?"

The troopers and Baker looked at each other then the 
judge and shrugged their shoulders.

"Very well, start again from the beginning," the judge 
directed.

Diane, who had a few brief moments to compose herself, 
now screamed in alarm. "NO! I CAN'T TAKE ANYMORE!"

The Judge stepped behind Diane and started to knead the 
cheeks in two hands, pulling them in opposite 
directions and parting them. He insinuated his fingers 
in between and teased the little hole.

Then slid his fingers to her sex and pinched and 
fondled.

Diane squirmed under the lewd manipulations, especially 
when he touched her overly sensitive inflamed clitoris.

"Everything seems to be in fine working order, madam," 
he addressed Diane, "proceed from the beginning."

SPLAT! the paddle cracked over the fleshy center, then 
several more blows on the top and lower portions. A 
deadly accurate blow to the rounded tender underside 
sent Diane into some type of fit, and the trooper 
stopped as the judge raised his hand.

"Proceed," he directed as the mild convulsion subsided.

Over and over the paddle mercilessly cracked into her 
big backside sending searing stings of pain into her 
brain. Diane screamed and writhed in agony, begging, 
pleading, and promising anything for the paddling to 
stop. When 10 blows were delivered, the Judge stopped 
the proceedings.

"I have found it beneficial in the past that the 
punishment be interrupted that the subject absorb what 
has happened and what will be continue shortly. Please, 
gentlemen, join in me in my quarters for a bit of 
refreshment. Officer Baker will see to the prisoner." 
he stated and walked from the room, followed by Daren 
and the two troopers.

Baker, now alone with the woman again, walked behind 
her and squatted down. She gazed at the blistering red 
bottom then touched it. Diane, in her stupored state, 
uttered a soft moan.

"Only four more strokes to go," Baker stated, "and I'll 
be they will be really hard ones. You know what the 
Judge will do when I tell him you tried to bribe me 
into helping you escape?" Baker added as she started to 
pinch Diane's sex lips.

Diane cringed and remained silent.

"He will probably triple your punishment, .maybe even 
give you ten days on the Women's Work Farm." she 
continued as she slipped her fingers into Diane's sex 
hole.

"I know the Warden there. She likes big tits like 
these," Baker chided as she went from Diane's sex to 
her hanging breasts, and started to knead and pinch 
them. She pulled and twisted on the nipples, rubbing 
the large nubs to erection. She took a firm grip on the 
nipples and stared to shake them.

Diane shut her eyes and remained silent, hoping that 
this cruel woman would tire of her sport. She gave the 
tits some final shakes and pinches and went back around 
to Diane's upturned and very vulnerable ass. Baker 
started to goose the exposed anus, smiling as Diane 
jumped every time she poked at the tiny anal pucker.

SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! Baker started to slap the 
bare bottom with a staccato type rhythm. "NO! PLEASE NO 
MORE! I CAN'T STAND IT!" Diane screamed.

Just then the men walked back into the room. "What goes 
on here," the Judge asked.

"She was being verbally abusive, Your Honor," Baker 
replied.

"Well, in that case, Officer Baker, you can administer 
the final four strokes," the judge directed.

Baker picked up the paddle and with a full swing aimed 
at the direct center of the big bottom. With all her 
force the paddle landed with a sickening splat. Diane's 
mouth opened in a wordless shriek. Three more times the 
paddle struck the same exact spot, the last delivered 
with particular forcefulness.

"There now, Mrs. Hughes, all done," the Judge chided. 
"I hereby declare this case closed. Take your wife 
home, Counselor."

And the Judge, Baker, and the Troopers left.

It had cost Daren Hughes the price of a luxury car to 
set it all up. But worth every penny of it. He looked 
at the blistering red bottom.

"Ready to go home, dear?" he smiled.

END

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