Bobby drove away from the motel as quickly as he could, motoring down the highway at a speed that was probably illegal. He was so ashamed by what had happened to him back there at the motel; getting caught with his dick through the glory-hole by anybody would have been bad enough. Jesus! Every bump in the road sent a jolt of pain into his battered behind. His battered naked behind! The spanking those two lads had delivered had been so degrading - him a corporate lawyer for nearly ten years being whipped like a naughty kid by two college brats. As if that wasn't enough though, he'd enjoyed it! Enjoyed it so much it took little effort from those two _s_h_i_t_s to get him to cream himself - I mean, hadn't he been sporting a hard-on like a tree trunk from the beating?
That wasn't the worst thing though.... Every second he drove he was aware of the final humiliations they had inflicted. He'd gone to the men's room to leak as much as anything else, and the spanking had delayed him fatally, so his $800 suit had suffered the ignominy of being pissed into by its owner. Then those two lads had their final revenge. After making him suck them off, they'd forced him to strip and walk out to his car stark naked - his battered butt and another erection proudly displayed for everyone around to see. They'd put his clothes in the trunk, so he was sat in his car as naked as the day he was born, and desperately hoping to find somewhere quiet so he could get out and retrieve them. Okay, his trousers and shorts - the silk shorts the two guys had derided - would still be wet (and -uuurgh!- smelly), but he had an overnight bag with clean underwear in at least. Then he could find a motel for the night - there was no way he could go back to the one he'd been at was there?
The summer heat and the twilight meant that he got no strange looks from other motorists. Quite a few of the men driving were also shirtless, exposing their tanned upper bodies to the cooling breeze as the golden sun. Most probably had shorts or trousers on - unlike Bobby.
He drove for about a half-hour, through some very pleasant countryside, by which time night had fallen properly, offering him the opportunity at last to consider getting his clothes. His ass was killing him by then - a bucket of ice to sit in would have been most welcome. He'd seen out the corner of his eye what a state Jake and Wyatt (was that their names?) had left his tush in, it had been a fiery burnished red before they'd used his own belt on him, and then across the purple welts had come a whipping with a school cane of all things! The fact that they'd had one of those at hand must have meant that they had done to other guys before what they had done to him - and probably to each other from what they had said.
Bobby spotted a turning for a deserted looking parking area leading to some sort of quaint little picnic-rest stop; he parked as close to the trees as possible, away from the faux-lanterns. He could see nobody about, so took a couple of deep breaths and opened his door, and then with convoluted manoeuvres got out and stood up, the body of his car shielding his nudity from any traffic that might pass. Bobby wasn't sure how much of this area could be seen from the road, and therefore how much of him.
Heart pounding, he sidled along to his car's trunk and unlocked it. There was his clothes on top of his overnighter, his suitpants and boxers, still damp and pungent. As he didn't have another pair of trousers he would have to wear them damp, but he could at least get clean shorts; he could only hope that when they dried his suitpants wouldn't show any piss-stains. He had another meeting in the morning and hadn't planned to need two suits for his business trip
The breeze felt cool and calming across his behind as he stood there, stretching across the trunk-space to get the bag, as a couple of cars sped past. He was terrified that if he moved only partially more into view to make his job easier, he would be seen. Mind you, there was something unusually pleasant about standing naked in the open-air - perhaps it was the relief from sitting on his sore ass - that made him get semi-hard again, and made him linger.
Tugging out a pair of clean dry boxers - blue red and white candy-striped satin this time - he quickly put them on and then stuffed his arms into a pale blue shirt. He could put the trousers on back in the car after they'd dried a bit more in the air.
Relieved, he turned to get back in his car to see two patrol cops - one male, one female - stood watching him a yard or two in front. Bobby jumped in shock.
"Jesus! You sure gave me a fright officers!" he laughed nervously. He quickly stepped into his trousers to gain some sort of respectability; a slightly uncomfortable dampness clung around his groin and ass.
"Sure did sir," said the guy, who was fairly young - perhaps the rookie out on patrol with the older and more experienced female officer. He was baby-faced and dark-haired while she looked like a strict Italianate momma.
"What are you doing sir?" asked the woman coolly. From her tone, and that of her companion, Bobby realised they must have seen him getting dressed, and had probably seen him naked, and where thinking the worst.
"What? Me? Oh it's not what you're thinking...."
"And what were we thinking, buster?" asked the guy, stepping forward a little
"I.. I - I'm not sure...." hesitated Bobby
"We've had reports of lewd behaviour going on around here. Somebody hiding in bushes spying on sunbathers and the like. Exposing himself." explained the woman
"What? Really - and you think it's me?" Bobby protested
"Well it sure does look like it, sir. It's not usual to see somebody totally naked in this rest area," explained the woman, "No quiet creaks to go skinny-dipping in."
"I wasn't trying to go skinny-dipping!" Bobby exclaimed, "I was just putting some clothes on..."
"We saw that. Why didn't you have any on in the first place?" asked the guy. "We saw you get out of your car stark butt-naked!"
"You did?" Bobby saw the cops nod slowly, "I........ I had had an accident. With a cup of coffee. I got it all over myself, too!" he chuckled feebly
The two cops did not look the slightest bit convinced by his explanation. Bobby knew he wouldn't have been had somebody told it to him!!
"We never had a proper description of that pervert who's been exposing himself did we?" said the woman,
"He always had his shades on, the filthy creature. It could be you sir!"
"I'm no pervert!" said Bobby indignantly. "I spilt coffee over myself!"
"So your wet clothes are in the trunk yeah?" asked the guy, "Well open the trunk and show us and you can be on your way!"
"Open the trunk?" asked Bobby gingerly
"Yes sir, please open the trunk like my colleague said." The woman repeated the statement in a tone that was less a request as an order.
"Oh... oh... okay." Bobby was at a loss as to what to do. He could not not open the trunk, but if he did they would see that there wasn't a coffee stain in sight on any of his clothes.
He nervously fumbled with the key to unlock the car's trunk, and taking a deep breath raised it up for them to see inside. Both officers peered inside to look at the contents; just as Bobby feared they easily saw the lack of coffee-brown stains on his discarded white shirt, nor his jacket.
"I don't see any coffee stains, do you?" the female officer asked her young partner.
"Nope," came the reply, "but take a look at his underwear!" The guy picked up the infamous silk boxers with their cute red love-hearts.
"How colourful!" sniggered the woman.
"Hey, these are wet!" said the cop, getting a better feel.
"What with, coffee?" asked the other. To Bobby's alarm, the guy moved them to his face and took a tentative sniff, then pulled his face away in repugnance.
"Jesus no, man!" he replied, "They smell of piss! You didn't spill coffee over yourself at all did you? You pissed your drawers instead!"
"I... I...." stammered Bobby. He yelped as the woman then grabbed hold of his crotch and frisked it and his thighs in a most professional way.
"I didn't see another pair of trousers anywhere. These are still damp too. Have a feel." The young guy did so, having a good feel of Bobby's groin and ass: it was far less 'professionally' done, Bobby thought. The cop's hand almost loitered with intent! Its presence on top of his _c_o_c_k_ was enough to stir it back to semi-hardness again, which he tried to ignore under the circumstances.
"Indeed they are," he said at last. "Well, we now know why he was butt-naked in his car."
"Too true, but his little accident is hardly cause for such indecent exhibitionism is it?" she announced.
"More to the point, a grown man like him should know when he needs to relieve his bladder and not leave it too late. It's not as if he's in kindergarten still!"
Bobby felt scared and began trying to blurting out his tale of woe
"Look, officers.... I can explain.... I was in the men's room of the motel back up the highway.... and there were these two young guys and ---"
"I don't think we want to hear any more! Thank you sir!" said the guy. "You'll be telling us next that they made you wet your pants!" he sniggered.
"But they did!" wailed Bobby.
The female officer looked at him severely. "Young man, you look sufficiently adult to have learned bladder control by now. Obviously you have not, so you must be suitably chastised. Cuff him Danny."
"Sure thing, Sarge." Officer Danny swiftly executed the cuffing, securing Bobby's hands in front of him.
"I'm not being arrested am I?" asked the panic-stricken Mr Barclay
"Just restrained." Sarge answered. "Now follow me."
The sergeant headed away from the trunk of Bobby's car and Bobby, escorted by Officer Danny, followed her. She led them the short distance to a picnic bench in a well-lit part of the rest-area. It was also clearly visible from the road. Sarge sat herself down on the bench; Bobby's attempt to do likewise was met with a glare.
"Well now Danny, what is the punishment under state law for wetting your drawers?"
"To be honest.... I don't know for sure Sarge. If it's a crime there'd be a whole lot of kids going up before the judge every day!"
"Exactly. Now, when you were a little boy, if you had wet yourself deliberately what would your mommy or daddy have done to you?"
"Like when I was past toilet training and should know better? They'd have been mighty pissed-off I'm sure. They'd have punished me."
"And how would they have punished you?" asked Sarge.
"Well.... I guess the way they always did when I'd been real bad and done something real childish. They'd give me a spanking over their knee."
"Precisely - that's what I did to my boys when they did something like that. Not one of them ever pissed their drawers in public though. If they had I would have taken their pants down and spanked them in front of everybody."
"You are not going to spank me here are you?" asked Bobby in horror
"I am too young man. Get across my lap now boy."
"No way, not-not here!" said Bobby, backing away until stopped by Danny.
"Get across my lap now!!!" ordered Sarge with a growl. Danny brought Bobby towards the bench and pushed him so Sarge could pull him across her knee. Bobby found himself with his face against the seat of the bench, and his ass in the air.
"I don't suppose you've ever spanked a felon have you Danny?" asked Sarge
"No, not yet." Danny replied. His eyes stared intently at Bobby's ass, so unprotected and so appetizing. Bobby saw the cop adjust his stance at little, but it was clear that Danny would like to do something more than just give his ass a spanking.
"I don't suppose you've ever had the opportunity. Well, you've learned the theory well enough. Now let's see how you fare with the practical. Watch me."
"Sure thing, Sarge."
WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!
The sergeant used the full width of her open hand and the power of her surprisingly strong right arm upon Bobby's butt. Danny watched in fascination.
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Bobby grunted in discomfort.
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A passing car sounded its horn as the occupant caught sight of Bobby's dilemma. Bobby closed his eyes in horror.
"He's gone red with shame!" said Danny
"And so he should!" replied Sarge.
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The sergeant walloped Bobby's behind with immense panache and obvious verve, making the cheeks shudder. Bobby let out a yelp of discomfort.
"Be quiet and take your punishment like a man!" said the sergeant.
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Another car sounded its horn. Officer Danny's eyes gleamed with excitement.
"So Danny, do you think you've seen enough to complete the practical part of this training exercise?"
"Yes ma'am!!"
"Well take over from me then, boy." Danny sat down on the bench and as the woman stood up she deposited Bobby across his waiting lap. Danny put one restraining arm around the miscreant over his knee and began eagerly to spank him.
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Bobby grunted again; his ass had been more than a little tender from the earlier assault and was now being further abused.
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"Hey Sarge, I'm sure his trousers being damp is making the punishment less effective. Should we pants him?"
"That sounds like an acceptable option, yes."
"NO!!!" squealed Bobby in alarm. As he felt two pairs upon his belt he squirmed and fidgeted for all he was worth, but the guy had a strong hold on him.
WHACK! WHACK! "Keep still! The sooner we think you've been punished enough the sooner it'll be all over." said Danny.
With two pairs of hands working against him, Bobby's belt was soon unbuckled, and his trousers undone. In one swift action, the sergeant tugged his pants down his legs and off over his shoes, bringing his eclectic taste in underwear once more into view!
"Jesus, would you look at those shorts!" gasped the sergeant. Bobby went crimson again.
"If you did want them to be seen, you shouldn't have misbehaved!" said Danny, patting the fabric "Slinky satin shorts - they feel nice to touch." WHACK! WHACK! "Even nicer to spank!"
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Bobby yelped again, as another car sounded its horn and the occupants called out enthusiastically "Tan his ass good and hard!" and "Whip his bare butt guys!" Danny continued his efforts with even greater spirit.
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Bobby howled as the eager young guy slapped his satin shorted behind with glee. Indeed Bobby could tell it was more than just glee: there was something bulging inside Danny's grey polyester uniform pants. It was pressing against Bobby's thigh and was getting harder - and, Bobby sensed, wetter!
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Behind his moans of pain Bobby squirmed his groin across the lap of the patrol cop. His own state of arousal, as yet unnoticed, begged satisfaction, even in these circumstances, and Danny's was getting to be the same.
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The spanking from the horny male patrol cop was becoming more vigorous the harder his _c_o_c_k_ got, making Bobby whimper as the pain grew. Danny tugged the striped boxers down momentarily to admire his handiwork, thus ensnaring Bobby's _c_o_c_k_ tightly in the front.
"Reddening nicely!" said Sarge
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"Your are a very bad boy," said Danny. "Shame on you!"
"He is indeed," added Sarge, "I like to see enthusiasm in work but don't get carried away now Dan!"
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"He is a very, very naughty young man!" gasped Danny. Bobby was by now convinced the cop had his knight-stick down his drawers, such was the erection. "Shame on you!"
WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! "Shame on you bad boy!" said Danny through gritted teeth. WHACK! WHACK! "Shame on you!" WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! "Shame on you!"
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The policeman let out a choked gasp of pleasant satisfaction, familiar to any man who ever jacked off under his bed-covers when in high school. The spanking ceased as abruptly.
"Well I think this young man will have learned his lesson," said the sergeant coolly.
Before Danny could protest or prevent her, she hauled Bobby from his lap across onto the bench, bringing into view the glistening wet patch oozing shamefully over the crotch of his figure-hugging trousers.
"Well now, didn't you enjoy that job?!" said Sarge to Danny
"_s_h_i_t_, yeah...." admitted her colleague. The colour of his uniform pants hid nothing of his climax; had they been a black or a dark blue like some county patrol uniforms, the sordid wetness would not have been so obvious.
"Just look what you've done to yourself, and in your uniform!" she exclaimed, her tone radically changed towards her colleague from what it was minutes earlier.
"I.... I couldn't help myself Sarge..." came the feeble reply
"Dumb excuse. This is a disciplinary offence in my book, so stand up now." she ordered coldly. Danny did so and with a swift and quite unexpected movement she pushed him down over the picnic-bench and cuffed him to one of the supports.
"Hey Sarge, isn't this a bit much?" asked Danny
"Not at all. You know what I said about my boys pissing their pants?" Danny nodded, "Well, had any of them been so bad as to do what you've just done, they'd have gotten the same treatment."
"What do you mean, a spanking?" asked Danny nervously
"Just like what you just gave me!" Bobby said snidely, watching these proceedings with some interest
"Exactly. And a spanking across your bare ass at that!"
"_s_h_i_t_, no Sarge! Please, no!"
The sergeant unbuckled his belt and undid the fastening on his trousers.
"Please, Sarge, not here!"
"Why not, you misbehaved here."
Danny felt the crunch of his trouser zipper being lowered and in a trice his pants were pulled down to his knees, and Bobby saw momentarily the guy's white Calvin Klein boxers, spunk-wet at the front and a sweat-patch running up his ass-cleft. Seconds later they were down with his stained pants, and his shirt tail pushed up, revealing a shapely tanned behind with a rose tattoo on the right butt-cheek.
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"Aaargh please Sarge!" gasped Danny at the first assault
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"Owww!!" he yelped as Sarge paddled his cute ass rapidly into redness with a brisk, hefty rhythm, that made his no-longer ultra-hard penis jig vigorously between his legs from under a thick, cum-gelled bush of pubic hair. A car-horn sounded approval of the scenario
Sarge ignored him. Bobby stared intensely at the cop's crotch and ass.
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"Take your punishment like a man, you bad boy." Bobby jibed. He was too distracted to try and make a grab for his trousers, placed on a neighbouring table by the sergeant (and after all, what was he to do about the cuffs?)
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Danny whimpered and Sarge snapped, "Will you be quiet. You fouled your uniform so I'm punishing you for it, okay?"
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"I'm sorry....." he blubbed
"You will be." Sarge said, and she took the belt from Bobby's trousers
"Oh please," begged Danny, "not a belting. Please!"
"Boy will that hurt!" said Bobby, "Naughty cops deserve the worst punishment they can get and you're gonna get a whipping from my belt!"
"Please, no!"
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Sarge had doubled the length of leather over and was applying it to each cheek in turn. Danny winced and gasped as the buckle struck into the flesh of his glutes.
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"This will teach you how to behave when on duty!"
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More car-horns and catcalls came from the road. Bobby laughed, "It's not every day you see a police officer getting his ass whipped for behaving like an naughty little over-_s_e_x_ed junior-high boy!"
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"Aargh! Oh, please, stop. Please Sarge....."
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"Uuuurgh!" Danny moaned through gritted teeth. It had been a long time since he'd been spanked but now he remembered every painful detail. If the truth be told he'd been fourteen and it came from his grandpa at a family christening. A practical joke involving a water-pistol up cousin Maria's skirt had backfired and he alone had gotten caught. His grandfather - a dour, humourless fellow at the best of times - had him bend over his lap, pants down, and gave him a whipping across his jockey-shorts in front of all his cousins - the boys and the girls - with the thick, blistered leather belt he wore.
He'd tried to nurse his welted ass in the neighbouring woods but some of them, including cousin Maria, had followed and gotten him cornered. As a gang the boys held him down while the girls stripped him of shirt, tie, pleat-front pants and even his dinky-white jockeys 'cause they'd wanted to see what a whipped ass looked like! Then he was jostled across a tree-stump and his now-naked butt whipped some more with fallen branches, until he was blubbing like a baby. Maria then took her personal, elaborate revenge: she pee'd into his jockey shorts and then he was put back into them, and the rest of his Sunday-best clothes.
When cousin Leo and some of the older boys came along later, they found him still tied up with a throbbing ass and piss-wet jockeys. The other guys - including Maria's older brother - wanted to give him another whipping, but instead Leo made Danny suck each of them off, and cream himelf in return for a borrowed pair of dry boxers (actually the pair Leo was wearing). At the next family gathering, Danny got cornholed by Leo and the guys!
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The ferocity of the blows brought Danny back to reality.
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"I hope you're learning your lesson!" Sarge cried
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"I'm sorry......"
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"Good, cause my arm's tired." The sergeant stopped whipping and stepped back. She dropped the belt and admired her handiwork. "Your ass is tanned real good Danny-boy! I think I'll go have a cigarette and leave you to cool off!"
"What? Don't leave me here like this" exclaimed Danny. Bobby giggled and stood up in the hope of being released. The sergeant stared at him bleakly.
"I didn't say you were free to go either, especially not with that hard-on in your drawers. You can keep my friend company."
She undid one of the cuffs, bent Bobby over the end of the bench and cuffed him to the table. She then pulled his shorts down for good measure.
"Hey, please, let me go now!" begged Bobby
"C'mon Sarge, this is too much." Danny snapped. Their pleas were ignored as she walked out of view to the patrol car.
"Sarge!!" screamed Danny to no avail.
"Don't leave me here..." whimpered Bobby
The two guys looked at each other accusingly, both of them handcuffed to a picnic bench with their drawers down and mooning paddled asses to the sky.
"This is your fault...." muttered Danny - this time there would be no cousin Leo. Before Bobby had a chance to defend himself, there was another sounding of car-horns and a group of girls slowed down their motor to get a better look.
"Oh my god, look at those guys!" one squealed
"Their asses are as red as a sunset," said another, "Looks like they've been spanked!"
"And left here? Who'd do that to them?" asked a third
Louisa.... thought Danny. He kept his head down and hoped the car full of girls would go
"Nobody in college will believe us when we tell them," said the first
"Well, let's record their posteriors for posterity. I think I have a few shots left on my camera," said a fourth voice.
_s_h_i_t_. Oh _s_h_i_t_, oh _s_h_i_t_, oh _s_h_i_t_.... thought Bobby
Doors opened and closed. Then there were the bright lights of a camera flash, amid raucous laughter, and comments about the size of the men's equipment; both of them kept their heads down and eyes closed in fear of what was to happen next.
Retreating footsteps suggested this ordeal was over. Then the voice of the second girl piped up:
"What do you think the frat boys would pay for a suitable trophy?"
"What sort of trophy?"
"A traffic cop's uniform pants?"
Had he been wearing them, Danny would have crapped his drawers on the spot.....