Phone Call by the Pool Ch. 03

This chapter continues my private diary of misadventures I've endured because of my most spiteful neighbor, Mrs. Smith, who has never forgiven me for succumbing to her husband's seduction, [he was, and still is when she is away, a most delightful fuck] and now seeks to cause me grief whenever possible.

We had almost arrived back at my condo complex where we had first met earlier that afternoon, with me riding in the rear seat of the patrol car, my hands cuffed behind my back, wearing only my new Chinese bathrobe to cover my complete nudity, before I realized I didn't know the Lieutenant's name.

I'd recognized his voice as my obscene caller that had induced me to masturbate in public that morning – that had led to him giving me a choice of jail or servicing him, as I had just done for the past few minutes, but he'd never introduced himself, and his name plate was not on his uniform, where it was supposed to be, so I didn't actually know his name.

"Lieutenant, what do I call you?' You didn't introduce yourself, and since we've enjoyed each other's company so much in the last few minutes, I would like to know your name," I said in a somewhat petulant voice; making an oblique reference to our mutual orgasms he had induced by first sucking my perfectly willing cock to ejaculation in his mouth, to him then fucking my defenseless bottom, and peeved that he had actually forced me to accept his cock up my bottom, or should I say – raped my totally vulnerable ass - that is the term most people use when their anus is sexually penetrated by a very big, very hard cock, before their consent is given for such a thing, or at least getting a proper introduction.

In response he said in a cheerful voice, "You don't need to know my name. You are not going to call me at all. I'll call you. But if you do want to address me in person, you can call me Lieutenant, Sir or Master. I don't expect you to ever call me at the station, because if you do, I'll have to give you several severe lessons in why you should not call me there, or call me at all. Am I clear?"

"Yes sir," I responded without thinking. This guy gave orders so much like the military I was reverting to responding automatically to orders without any thought as to why the orders were given.

He drove into the condo complex entry, keyed in a security password that opened the front gate, and drove around the complex directly to the entry closest to my unit. "Sit tight for a minute, I need to make sure we can get into your unit," he said as he stepped out of the car. He obviously knew where I lived and knew he could get into my condo, because he didn't ask what unit I lived in, or ask for a key.

Five minutes later he came back, opened the rear door of the patrol car, reached in and pulled me out, and as soon as I was standing, spun me around to face the car, shoved me face down across the trunk, raised the hem of my new robe he had just given me, exposing my bare bottom to public view, and proceeded to remove the handcuffs.

Then just as my hands were released and I tired to stand up, he held me down across the truck with one hand and smacked my bare bottom hard with his free hand – WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! It hurt but, each time his hand hit my bare bottom his fingers slid between my cheeks and he fingered my slot as he withdrew his hand, giving me a little thrill of pleasure to go with each jolt of pain he caused.

"Owww," I yelped, at the unexpected and most public abuse of my bare bottom. "What was that for? He just laughed, moved over to the other side of me while holding me down, and smacked my other bare cheek – hard -WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!

"Owww! Owww! That hurts!" I said trying to escape his hand that pinned me face down on the trunk lid, and exposed my bare bottom for his abuse.

"Yes, I know it hurts," he said happily, "that's precisely why I'm doing it. Well, that and because I think Mrs. Smith likes it too. See her over there? And then there's the small fact that you like it too."

Shocked, I looked over my shoulder at the Smith's window, and saw Mrs. Smith, standing there looking out her window with undisguised glee on her face, obviously enjoying being a witness to my most humiliating public punishment.

"I thought she might like knowing you've gotten a spanking for your bad behavior this morning," the Lieutenant said, barely able to stifle a laugh. "I told her to make sure she calls me when you're bad and I'll come right over and correct the problem. Now I think she believes me, Don't you?"

"Yes Sir! Yes sir! I do sir!" I exclaimed loudly. I'd have agreed to anything he said, to avoid more public punishment of my painfully battered bottom, even if there was a little thrill that went with each smack.

He removed the hand pinning me down across the truck lid as he said, "Good. Now go home and stay out the Jacuzzi when you're horny. I don't think you'll have any time for fucking in the Jacuzzi, but if you get tempted, think about how much Mrs. Smith will enjoy watching you get your bare bottom spanked again - in public. You'll hear from me later."

I pulled the hem of my wonderful new bathrobe down to cover my now very tender bottom, and moved quickly out of his reach, toward my door, and out of the sight of that smiling bitch.

When I got inside, I saw that nothing was disturbed, and all the stuff I'd had out at the pool that afternoon was now sitting on the kitchen table, along with a short handwritten note – "check your email."

Curious, as to what the Lt. had sent me, I moved toward my office to check my email, but on the way I paused in front of my full length mirror in the bedroom, turned my backside to the mirror and raised my bathrobe to get a look at just how badly he had abused my rear. My poor plump white bottom was now covered with angry bright red welts that were hot to my tentative touch, and it burned.

I went into the bathroom, got some lotion and spent a few seconds rubbing the cool lotion all over the angry red welts trying to sooth the burning sensation he had inflicted on my bottom. Mmmmm that felt good ... I was enjoying the feel of my hand rubbing the soothing lotion all over my bottom, and was letting my fingers stray from my red cheeks into the deep cleavage between them, when the phone rang and interrupted my pleasure.

I ignored it, and ignored it, and ignored it, more interested in what I was doing, but it kept right on ringing. Finally, I surrendered to the obnoxious thing and picked up the cordless handset, "Hello?"

"Turn your ass toward the mirror so I can watch," he said. "And bend over a little more, I like seeing your cheeks spread while you finger yourself."

It took me a minute to realize the Lt. had put a camera in my bedroom and was now watching me masturbating in private, and was giving me instructions on what he wanted to see me doing, just like he had been this afternoon when I was out by the pool.

At the sound of his voice, I felt a thrill run down my back, up through my cock, making it twitch, and then I felt my bottom tingle with the anticipation I usually felt when someone was just lightly fingering me in anticipation of screwing me.

Holding the phone in one hand, I turned my bottom toward the mirror and bent over at the waist causing my cheeks to spread wider as I ran a finger around and around my hole, giving myself a nice rim job as my cock began to harden.

I moved over to the phone and activated the speaker so I had both hands free. I bent over directly in front of the mirror, and used my now free hand to spread my self wider ... for him to see ... and slowing began to finger fuck myself ... using first just one finger ... then two ... then three ... going slowly because it felt so delicious to make him wait to see my hole spreading open so slowly ... and because it was making my cock throb and because I could hear his breathing become louder and faster, and I moaned into the phone to tease him ... "Mmmmm, Ahhhhhhh, Uhhhhrrggghh."

"I gotta go," he said suddenly, and the phone went dead. Leaving me with three fingers up my very hot bottom, and my cock very hard and dripping precum on my carpet.

I gave in to my lust, laid back on the bed, grabbed my cock and while watching myself in the mirror, shot my warm cum all over my hand and belly, then I licked it off my hand thinking of him cumming in my mouth.