She closed the door to the chief’s office and sat in the offered seat. The desk was a mess of papers, pens, empty coffee cups and napkins. There was a plaque on display, it read : Capitaine Ballanger. He was looking at her, his fingers joined at the tip, his lips pursed in a moue of annoyance.
“Corinne, ” he said, “do you know why you’re here?”
The young policewoman shifted uncomfortably in her seat and scratched the back of her neck.
“I don’t know, monsieur, did something come up about the Durier case?”
“No, no, nothing yet, that’s not why I asked you here.”
“Oh,” she said simply and waited. The captain was a patient man, and he liked to take his time. He would get to the point eventually.
“There were… troubling reports about you, Corinne…”
“Troubling indeed,” he said, and got up from his chair. He walked around the desk and went to the window overlooking the open space in which the policemen were all at their busy work. He closed the venetian blinds and turned back to her. She hadn’t moved.
“There were calls, quite a number of them,” he continued laconically.
“Calls? About what?”
“About a policewoman spanking a young woman on the roadside!” he boomed, “Apparently, you put on quite a show. Do you have anything to say about that, lieutenant?”
“I…” she hesitated, unsure what to do, “I don’t think hearsay is…”
“Heresay? Do you think twenty people coordinated to call us and invent such a tale?”
“Did that… ‘young woman’ call you? Was there a formal complaint, monsieur?”
He didn’t answer, raising one finger up. He went to his desk and pressed a button on his phone. “She’s here with me now, Vincent,” he said, and let go of the button without waiting for an answer. A few seconds later there was a tap at the door and one of her colleagues entered, a very familiar young German girl in tow.
“Now, Corinne, do you recognise her at all?” he said with a mock grin.
She bit her lip, blushing. The other woman didn’t seem much more at ease.
“What were you trying to accomplish, lieutenant? Start a diplomatic incident with Germany?”
“I think you’re over-reacting a little…” she muttered,
“I beg your pardon, junior lieutenant?” he said, frowning.
“But sir… she was speeding, she had no papers and…”
“Do you have any record of that? Did you file any report? Any paperwork?”
“No, I mean… Huh…”
“Did you see anywhere in the law that you could just… Spank people at will? Is that your vision of justice?”
She was silent, head bowed. The captain went on:
“Thankfully for you, mademoiselle Fischer here doesn’t want to fill any claim against you…
Corinne kept looking at the floor, nodding shyly.
“However,” the captain continued, “I thought it was only fair that she would be present for this.”
She raised her head up at him. “This?” she asked.
“You thought there would be no consequences?”
“I… I suppose an official reprimand in in order, Capitaine but…”
“You’re getting a spanking, just like you thought fit to give the lady here, ” he gestured to the other policeman in the room, “Vincent, leave us.”
“But… but…” the young lieutenant said, her mouth agape with incredulity. The blond German, Emma Fischer, couldn’t help a cruel little smile.
“Get up, Corinne,” the captain said as he moved to clean a portion of his desk. “I think you know how these things go!”
She slowly rose, panic numbing her. She had never thought she would end up on the receiving side of a spanking… Especially not like this, in her boss’ office, in front of a total stranger… Well, maybe she was a little more than a stranger, but the reversal made it all the more humiliating.
“Hurry up, Corinne, I have other matters to attend to,” the captain growled, and she lay her arms and torso upon his desk as ordered. The fabric of her standard uniform trousers stretched over over round bottom, leaving little to the imagination as unflattering as they were said to be. The blond German was offered a seat, and she took it, wincing a little as she sat down and made herself comfortable for the show that was put on just for her.
The captain put a hand on the small of Corinne’s back and pinned her down on the table. She clenched her teeth and sore she wouldn’t give that mademoiselle Fischer the satisfaction of any cries or moans. Her boss patted her plump bottom a few times and *SMACK!*, he gave her the first real slap. Instantly, pain exploded in her bottom, her eyes widened, her fingers curled up into fist. *SMACK!* another, right on the same spot, and then another, and one more, *SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!*
There was barely a pause in between them, and she could feel the heat and pain building up. Then he switched side and *SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!*, proceeded to give it the same treatment. Her legs were trembling already, and it was all she could do not to try and cover her bottom. She felt her cheeks blushing more and more as her bottom was covered in slaps going from side to side now, setting her bottom on fire and shaming her with each blow. Everyone in the precinct could hear it, she was sure of it.
“Is that what you did to mademoiselle Fischer, Corinne?” the captain asked, pausing a moment. She was breathing heavily, trying not to let the tears flow.
“I… Y-yes, monsieur…”
The other girl cleared her throat. “You didn’t let me keep my trousers on…” she said, crossing her arms over her chest. “That filthy little…” Corinne thought, but said nothing.
“Well?” the captain said, slapping her hard on her right cheek
He slapped her again, on the left, harder.
“Ooow… It’s true, it’s true, I…”
“Right…” the captain nodded, “Trousers down, lieutenant.”
“No arguing, Corinne, you know what you deserve.”
“Yes…” She closed her eyes and a tear rolled across her blushing cheeks. She got up with a moan of pain and undid her belt, put her equipment on the floor and slowly slid the trousers to the middle of her thighs. She had put on a simple white thong that wouldn’ t protect anything at all, and leave everything on display for the captain and their… guest… Her two large globes were a bright pink already. He was quite a muscular man, and quite evidently didn’t hold up his slaps. She got back into position over the desk.
She had always been a little hot-headed and she could clearly feel he was enjoying putting her back in her place. He was a nice enough superior, always polite and understanding, he seldom raised his voice. But he was clearly angry this time. She could feel a tingle of excitement between her legs and buried her face in her hands, trying not to think of her intimacy on display, barely hidden behind that tiny thong.
The captain rummaged in a cabinet and she felt something hard and cold patting against her buttocks. Was that…
“OooooOOooow!!” She couldn’t help it. The paddle had taken her completely by suprise and God, it hurt
“Aaaaaaaaaaah!” she cried out, and tapped her feet on the ground, trying in vain to get the pain to go away. “Please…”
The captain was not holding back.
“Aaaaaaaaaaaaïe… Please, please…”
The tears were streaming now, and all she could do was beg for him to stop. She held the position, knowing that it would only get worse if she didn’t.
She clenched her teeth and buttcheeks.
She closed her eyes, breathing heavily.
She could feel the warmth between her legs. She knew she was wet as a fountain. She had never felt so much pain and yet…
She moaned and cried even more. The German girl wasn’t missing any of it, she was rubbing her thighs together, one hand over her chest that was rising and falling quickly. She was blushing too, looking at the furious captain dispensing justice. There was something about those French uniforms…
“And that’s ten,” the captain announced.
Corinne was bawling over the desk and he got her up and led her into a corner of his office. She instinctively put her hands over her head, still silently crying. The captain was talking to mademoiselle Fischer. She didn’t listen or care, all she could feel was her poor, bruised, crimson bottom. Somehow, she wondered what it would be like to be laying over the captain’s lap… His hands falling rhythmically on her bouncy bottom… She had a little smile through the tears. It was just like her to think about that in her situation.
She heard the door open and close behind her. Papers being put away. Plastic cups falling in the bin. The captain was cleaning up his desk. Good, that meant she wouldn’t have to get back over it. But… Why did he have a paddle in his office?
In the thirty minutes that she spent in the corner, she had many such questions pop into her head. Vincent had come to talk to the captain, and Ludovic too. A third person had come as well but she hadn’t known who it was. Maybe Sophie? She knew that she would never hear the end of it now. Finally, the captain allowed her to put her trousers back on. She did so and turned around, biting her lip a little.
“I’m sorry, monsieur,” she said in a little voice.
He nodded. “Good. I hope you’ve learned your lesson today.”
She nodded back, “Yes, Capitaine Ballanger, I have…”
“Next time an idea like this pops into your head…
“At least do it away from the public’s eye…”