I'm changing the names in this story to protect my friends. But you know who you are!
The Cop
I got invited to a Halloween costume party this year. I don't normally do this type of thing, but I was given enough advance warning that I was able to get online and find a cheap outfit. I chose a referee's outfit that came with a striped top and a matching striped mini skirt that barely covered my ass. I had a whistle around my neck and blew it every time somebody put their hand on my ass. I blew the whistle a lot, plus a few other things as the night wore on. It was a good party.
You probably want details. Where do I start? I think the best thing I saw all night was my friend Bev. She's got an awesome body. I'm so jealous. Bev's twenty one, tall, dark blonde hair, perfect tits and an ass I'd kill for. She went as a cop. Her outfit was a police hat, a mini dress that buttoned down the front starting at the bottom of her cleavage, a big black belt around her waist with handcuffs hanging from it and a night stick. Oh, and a black collar that just screamed bondage.
She's got fabulous breasts that begged all night to be let loose from her dress. She patrolled the house with perfection, slapping girls on the ass with her night stick when they misbehaved and bringing it up between guys legs when necessary, making sure to stop just as she reached their balls.
Everybody wanted to be handcuffed for some reason, but Bev wanted to wait for just the perfect moment to bring them out. Unfortunately, some guys got drunk before she was ready. I knew she was in trouble when I heard somebody say she was 'arrested'. The next thing I saw was Bev being led out of the room, her night stick being pushed into her back.
They prodded her down the hallway, down the steps and into the basement rec room. The guy with the stick, Joe, was a really good looking jock from my school. He was wearing a very unimaginative toga, but I figured Bev didn't mind a bit getting all his attention. I'm not sure she was prepared for what happened next.
Once everybody was situated and Bev was standing in the center of the room, Joe took over.
"Bev, I've had reports you were abusing people with your night stick. How do you plead?" he asked her.
"Not guilty. They deserved it," she answered with a straight face.
People in the crowd voiced their disapproval until Joe help up the stick to silence them. He moved behind Bev.
"You seem to be in the minority. I think some punishment is called for."
A cheer went up. With people offering suggestions from all around the room, Joe took the night stick and placed it between Bev's legs. The room got quieter and quieter as Joe lifted the stick, raising Bev's little skirt at the same time.
"Hey!" Bev yelled out.
"Quiet," Joe ordered. "I think you're outnumbered anyway."
Joe only had to lift the skirt a few inches to expose the bottom of Bev's gorgeous ass. She went to swat the stick away, but Joe used it to hit her hand gently. She shrieked once more and grabbed her wrist. Joe returned to the skirt and lifted it even higher.
Bev's tiny white panties were exposed, along with the firm roundness of her cheeks. The room was almost completely quiet now as everybody strained to get a look. Then it got louder as whistles and comments grew in number.
It was an incredibly sexy moment and I think most people would have been satisfied if it stopped there. But Joe had other plans.
"What do you think, people? A couple whacks to even things out?" Joe asked the crowd.
It was unanimous.
"I'd hate for this dress to get in the way. Do you think it would work better if she took it off?"
More cheers and applause.
Joe walked in front of Bev. He moved forward so his body pressed against hers. As he began to take off her belt, he leaned and whispered something in Bev's ear. Nobody heard it but Bev. From that moment on, she was a different girl.
The black belt came undone and Joe pulled it away, tossing it onto the ground after removing the handcuffs. He looked at her for an instant, then unbuttoned the top button on her dress. You could hear a pin drop as his hands moved down her dress, slowly opening each button.
I could feel my thong beginning to dampen. When he was done, Bev's dress lay open far enough to expose the inner half of her bare breasts and the front of her panties. Joe reached up and took off her hat. The he used the night stick to push back one side of her dress. Bev's breast was on full display. I couldn't believe she was letting him do this. Their eyes were locked together, as if communicating.
Joe used the stick to push the dress off Bev's shoulder. She lifted her arm out of one side as he moved the stick to the other. In seconds, the dress was around Bev's ankles and she stood in just her panties.
What a sight! Bev's nipples were starting to grow, pointing straight out from her perfectly shaped breasts. Her chest rose and fell quickly along with her breathing. Her pussy was barely covered by the tiny panties and her ass still looked marvelous.
"Turn around," Joe ordered.
All eyes were on her body as she slowly rotated so her back was to him.
"Give me your hands," he said.
Joe took the handcuffs and fastened them to her wrists.
"Are you ready for your punishment?" he asked Bev.
"Yes," she said softly. "Please be gentle."
Joe smiled. Then he took the night stick and lightly touched her ass with it. Bev flinched at the touch, perhaps expecting more.
"Bend over," Joe said.
Bev looked over at him, then spread her legs and slowly leaned forward. My God, I thought I was going to cum on the spot seeing this beautiful young girl, her breasts hanging down, her luscious ass pointing up at us below her handcuffed hands.
Joe tapped her once more with the stick. Finally, he hit her a little harder and she groaned. The sound of the stick hitting her panties and cheeks was the only sound. I saw Joe's toga stretched out slightly from his erect cock. I wondered how many other guys in the room were hard.
He hit her a couple more times, slightly harder each time. Her breasts jiggled with every slap. Bev's moans were somewhere between pain and pleasure.
