Ever spanked by a cop?

[JailSpanking420]

Shaking my booty for police to fuck.

I need a good spanking, anytime I walk outside alone at night, I consent to cop cock.

 

 

[Guest]

No,but I wouldn't resist if a hot cop wanted to.

[JailSpanking420]

Will I know for sure if I go for walk tonight I will be getting some cop cock in my mouth and my clothes ripped to reveal my hairy white ass 

[PERVERSATILE]

Cross my heart. This wasn't me.

[JailSpanking420]

On 3/9/2022 at 1:28 AM, JailSpanking420 said:

Shaking my booty for police to fuck.

I need a good spanking, anytime I walk outside alone at night, I consent to cop cock.

 

 

please allow me get spanked by him

[BearPleaser]

Servicing the men in blue is a goal of mine

[JailSpanking420]

I need my ass spanked red.

[BarebackBrat]

I’ve actually been spanked and fucked inside a police station by a police officer.  Now the spanking took place while he was fucking me bareback from behind and it was a small town so unfortunately we were the only ones in the station. 

[DarkroomTaker]

Nope, been hosed by a fireman though....

[sluttyjimmy]

When I was 19, I got into a disagreement with a 27-year old guy named Joe.  I naively had puppy eyes for Joe,  but he unknowingly just wanted to train me to be a slut for other guys to use.  That night, Joe called the police because I lost my temper big time, and the officer who arrived turned out to be the older brother of a guy I went to high school with.  His name was Officer Mike and he was 25 years old at the time.

Officer Mike pulled me aside and and tried to de-escalate the situation so he did not need to take further action.  I promised him I would be a good boy and I left Joe's.  As I was leaving Joe's house, he told Joe that if I got out of hand again, not to hesitate to call the police and he would come back and deal with me.

The next day I got a call on my cell from an unknown caller.  It was from Officer Mike.  He told me he got my number from his younger brother and that we needed to have a talk so there was no chance of a repeat of last night.  He told me to meet him in the parking lot of the local drug store in our home town, which I did.  He told me to follow him, and we only drove about 3 minutes before he pulled into a driveway and he took me inside house once I got out of my car and followed him.

Once inside, Officer Mike told me he wanted to talk about the night before because I was out of control.  As he asked for more details, I started to get animated again, as my emotions came back to the surface.  He told me to stop and "shut the fuck up."  I stopped in my tracks and just stared at him.  He told me to stop acting like petulant child and if I didn't stop, he was going to treat me like a petulant child.  In my moment of disbelief I said "what the fuck?!" in a normal but sarcastic voice.

Upon hearing my potty mouth, Officer Mike got up and came over to me and got in my face.  He pulled me further into the living room and stopped in front of a Lazy Boy chair.  When he got to the chair, he demanded that I stand still.  He proceeded to pull my shirt over my head and then roughly pulled down my athletic shorts until they were down to my ankles.  Again, in shock, I uttered another "What the fuck?!" without even thinking!  He demanded I step out of my shorts so I was standing there wearing only my tighty whities, my white athletic socks, and my sneakers.

As I stepped out of my shorts he grabbed me by the arm, pulling me toward the Lazy Boy.  Officer Mike sat down in the chair fully clothed and told me he was going to punish me for acting like a petulant child last night, and for doing it again when we got inside the house.  I just stared at him with my mouth open.  I told him "No," which was just an involuntary reaction...I did not even realize it until the words had left my mouth.  To be clear, I wasn't saying "no" as an act of defiance, I was saying "no" out of a sense of embarrassment and dread, like "No, this can't be happening to me!"  That is when Officer Mike grabbed me with both hands and pulled me toward him in a way that I lost my balance and had fallen over him and Lazy Boy in a cumbersome way.  While I was disoriented, he grabbed my hips and pulled me up and over, so my ass was over his lap.  He yelled "DON'T MOVE AND DON'T TALK" and I froze.

Officer Mike proceeded to tell me he was going to spank me good and show me the error of my ways.  Before I could even register what was happening, he grabbed my tighty whities with both hands and totally ripped them off me.  I was now bare-assed naked and he told me I'd better settle in.

At that point, he smacked my ass with the full palm of his hand and with full vigor.  I screamed, both from the pain as well as the surprise.  Officer Mike then spanked my ass over and over and over.  I was screaming and started to sob and begged him to stop.  He told me he would stop when I learned my lesson.  I screamed to him that I had learned my lesson and he told me that was for him to decide.

I don't know how long Officer Mike spanked my ass, rotating from one ass cheek to the other.  All I knew is that it felt like forever.

When Officer Mike finished spanking me, I was sobbing with tears running down my face.  He pushed me off of his lap so I laid on the floor.  After a bit, he told me to stand up.  He directed me over to a hard wooden dining chair and told me to "SIT!"  I sat and as I did, I winced because my ass felt like it was on fire and the pressure of sitting my ass down on a hard wooden surface made it worse.

As I sat, Officer Mike told me to listen.  He told me I was not going to act like a petulant child any more, under any circumstances.  I was not to have a potty mouth nor act defiantly.  He reminded me that our hometown was small and everyone knew one another.  Officer Mike told me that if he heard I acted up again, he was going to pay me another visit.  He asked me if I had learned my lesson and I told him I had.  At that point, he told me to get dressed and get out.  As I left the house and walked to my car, I was not even able to walk normally. 

It was a week after my spanking, when I got a call from Joe.  We had not spoken since he called the police on me.  During our call, Joe told me he hoped I had calmed down and if so, he still wanted to spend time with me.  He encouraged me to come over to his place, which I did.  About an hour after I arrived and we are settled in, he told me that on the night of my disturbance, he called Officer Mike and told him to come over and to deal with me.  He knew Officer Mike and knew he would be able to handle me properly.  He told me that after I left, he was the one who gave Officer Mike my phone number, with the understanding Officer Mike would discipline me for acting out of control.  I looked at Joe with my mouth open and before I said anything, he told me if I misbehaved with him in any way, he would contact Officer Mike again and he would pay me another visit.

Officer Mike contacted me another 10 - 12 times over the next year, when he found out I had misbehaved.  The fucked up thing was most of the times he reached out to discipline me, it was because he had heard from someone other than Joe that I had misbehaved.  On the few occasions Joe had contacted him, Officer Mike had Joe watch while he disciplined me while I was bare-assed naked.  Beyond that,  on five occasions, Officer Mike had his buddy Officer John help discipline me; sometimes with Officer Mike and other times disciplining me alone or in front of Joe.  In each case, I was  stripped to my athletic socks and sneakers naked otherwise. 

After all these years, I sometimes cannot help being worried Officer Mike might reach out to me because he has heard I have misbehaved, even though I now live 3,000 miles away from him.

After all these years, I also believe I am still more controlled and compliant due to Officer Mike and Officer John disciplining me and conditioning me.  I am especially mindful of them when guys use me as their slut, never complaining, refusing, or giving any resistance to their perverted desires.