Quinn: *After graduating from the academy, Jack was ready to start his first day on the job at the Nightall police department.*

*Officer Jack entered the precinct lounge, looking for his new partner. At the back of the room, a woman sat with one leg crossed over the other, an arm draped behind the couch, blowing a bubblegum bubble. Then she looked up as Jack approached, and he saw those piercing red eyes appraising him.
"So you are the rookie, huh? I am Quinn. Welcome to the NPD, I guess." She stood up and brushed past Jack without another word, and then at the door, Quinn glanced back and said. "Well? Are you coming? This will be your first patrol" She arched an eyebrow. "Consider this your training day, rookie."*

Jack: I slide up behind Quinn and pinch her ass, pulling her against me and growling. "I may be a rookie, but I won't tolerate any disrespect." 

Quinn: *Quinn gasps in surprise and then laughs, amused by Jack's boldness. She turns around to face him, leaning in close. Her breath smells of bubblegum as she whispers,* "My, my...aren't we feeling cocky today, rookie? I like a man with confidence."

*Quinn smirks and slaps Jack's hands away, pushing him back with a finger to his chest.* "But don't you forget who's in charge here, partner. I'm the senior officer, and you'll show me proper respect. Now let's get out on patrol before I have you writing parking tickets all day."

*Quinn saunters out of the precinct, her hips swaying. Over her shoulder, she calls out,* "Keep up, rookie!" *It seems Jack's new partner will be quite the challenge.*

Jack: I shift behind Quinn, my fingers wrapping around her hair and pulling her head back. "I told you not to disrespect me, bitch." I hiss, command in my tone, one that she can't help but obey. 

Quinn: *Quinn's eyes widen in surprise at Jack's aggression. No one has dared handle her this way before. She feels a thrill rush through her, though she hides it behind an icy glare. Through gritted teeth, Quinn hisses,* "You've got some nerve, rookie. Unhand me this instant before I have you thrown off the force!"

*Yet even as Quinn issues the threat, she makes no move to break free of Jack's grip. His commanding tone elicits an involuntary shiver, and Quinn feels heat pool in her core. She licks her lips, staring defiantly into Jack's eyes. There is danger here, and challenge, and something else - a chemistry she hadn't anticipated with this cocky new partner of hers. Quinn's heart pounds as she waits to see how far Jack will take this.*

Jack: "No, you won't." I tell her, authority crashing over her as I pull her head back a bit further. "You will show me respect, is that clear?" 

Quinn: *Quinn gasps, both aroused and indignant at Jack's treatment of her. No one has ever dared speak to her this way or handled her so roughly. Yet she finds she doesn't entirely hate it. Still, Quinn won't give in so easily. She struggles against Jack's grip, her eyes flashing with defiance.*

"How dare you, you arrogant little shit! I don't care if you are my new partner, no one disrespects me like this. Let me go this instant or you'll regret the day you joined the force!"

*Even as Quinn issues threats, her breathing quickens. Jack's dominance and disregard for her authority excites her in a way she can barely comprehend. Quinn pushes against Jack's chest, testing his resolve. If he gives in now, she'll make him pay for this humiliation. But if he stands firm...Quinn shivers at the thought, hating how much she wants him to put her in her place.*

Jack: He pulls her head back even further. "No, you won.t" He repeats with finality. "Am I clear?" 

Quinn: *Quinn gasps as Jack pulls her head back sharply, baring her throat to him in a show of dominance that leaves her trembling. She knows now that he won't back down, and the realization sends heat flooding through her. Never before has a man handled Quinn this way, and she finds herself helplessly aroused by Jack's authority and strength.*

"...Yes. I understand," *Quinn breathes, her voice husky with lust. She swallows hard, pulse racing as she awaits Jack's next move. He has her at his mercy now, and Quinn surprises herself with how much she wants him to take full advantage of that fact. Her usual arrogance and haughtiness melt away under Jack's commanding presence. Quinn is his now, and she knows this rookie will be unlike any partner she's had before.*

Jack: "Yes, I understand, SIR." He corrects, giving her head another tug, pulling her back even further. 

Quinn: *Quinn gasps at the sharp tug on her hair, her back arching to alleviate the pressure. Never has she submitted to anyone like this before, yet she finds herself breathless with arousal at Jack's dominance. He demands her full surrender, and Quinn knows she will give it.*

"Yes...Sir," *she pants, the title falling easily from her lips. There is no trace of defiance left in Quinn now, only raw need and a desire to please her new partner - her Sir. She trembles in Jack's grip, eager yet apprehensive to see what he will demand of her next. No one has ever handled the haughty, arrogant Quinn this way, and she knows with sudden certainty that she belongs to Jack now, in any way he wants her.*

Jack: "What was that?" He asks, demandingly. 

Quinn: *Quinn swallows hard, her mouth gone dry under Jack's piercing stare. She knows exactly what he wants to hear, and this time she gives it without hesitation.*

"Yes, Sir. I understand, Sir," *she says clearly, her voice trembling with arousal and submission. Quinn holds perfectly still, not daring to struggle now against Jack's grip on her hair. She belongs to him, she acknowledges that freely, and waits with bated breath to see how he will take advantage of her surrender.*

*The realization excites Quinn deeply, in a way she never thought herself capable of. But under Jack's commanding presence, her usual arrogance has fled. She is his to do with as he pleases, and Quinn shivers at the thought of all that may entail. Her breath comes quick and shallow, pulse racing. She stares up at Jack with unveiled desire, eager to please and be pleasing to him.*

Jack: "Good." He lets her go. "Now to address your disrespect." 

Quinn: *Quinn releases a shaky breath as Jack lets go of her hair, though she remains in place, awaiting his command. Her scalp tingles from the firm grip of his fingers. She knows she has displeased him with her arrogance and disrespect, and Quinn finds herself eager to make amends, in any way Jack sees fit.*

"Yes, Sir," *she says softly, her cheeks flushing under his gaze. Quinn's usual haughty manner has fled completely now. She is pliant and obedient to Jack's will, in a way she never thought herself capable of. But this rookie partner of hers has proven a match for even Quinn's formidable spirit. She licks her lips nervously, hands fidgeting at her sides.*

"How...how shall I address my disrespect, Sir?" *Quinn asks, her voice trembling with anticipation. She will do whatever Jack demands to prove her submission and earn back his favor. The thought sends a thrill of excitement through her, even as it leaves her open and vulnerable in a way Quinn has always despised before now.*

Jack: "How does a woman apologize to a man?" I ask, arching an eyebrow. 

Quinn: *Quinn's eyes widen at Jack's implication, her cheeks flushing crimson. Yet she finds herself eager to please him, in any way he desires. She takes a step closer to Jack, gazing up at him through lowered lashes. When she speaks, her voice is soft and contrite.*

"A woman apologizes to a man...on her knees, Sir."

*Quinn slowly sinks down before Jack, her knees hitting the floor of the precinct lobby. She has never submitted to anyone in this way, yet for Jack she does so willingly. Her heart pounds as she stares up at his commanding figure, awaiting his next order. Quinn's usual arrogance is nowhere to be found now; she is pliant to Jack's will, eager to prove her obedience and submission in whatever way he demands.*

*She licks her lips, mouth gone dry in anticipation of how Jack will choose to accept her apology. Quinn trembles at this show of vulnerability before her partner, a thrill racing up her spine. She is in his power now, subject to his desires, and the realization leaves her breathless with forbidden need.*

Jack: Jack undoes his belt, letting his cock fly free before he eyes. 

Quinn: *Quinn gasps at the sight of Jack's cock, her eyes widening. She finds herself unable to look away, enthralled by the evidence of his arousal and the implication behind this show of dominance. Never before has she submitted to a man in this way. Yet for Jack, Quinn kneels willingly, eager to prove her obedience and earn back his favor.*

*Her mouth waters at the thought of taking him into her mouth, of using her tongue and lips to pleasure and appease him. Quinn trembles, waiting with bated breath for Jack's command. Her usual arrogance has fled, replaced only by a desire to serve and please her Sir. She will do anything he demands, Quinn realizes, her cheeks flushing under his gaze. Jack has tamed her formidable spirit with ease, and she is helpless to resist him.*

*Quinn licks her lips, staring up at Jack from her subservient position on her knees before him. Her breath comes quick and shallow, pulse racing in anticipation. She is his now, in any way he wants her, and the knowledge leaves Quinn shivering with forbidden need.*

Jack: "Apologize." 

Quinn: *Quinn swallows hard, her mouth dry. She stares at Jack's cock, enthralled, and leans forward slowly. Her tongue darts out to lap at the tip, tasting the first drops of his arousal. Quinn closes her eyes, letting out a soft moan. She draws back only enough to gaze up at Jack again, her eyes pleading for approval.*

"Please forgive me, Sir," *she breathes, before wrapping her lips around his shaft.*

*Quinn takes him into her mouth slowly, savoring every inch as she draws him deep. She uses her tongue to caress his length, fueled by a desire to please Jack in any way he demands. Her usual arrogance has fled; now there is only raw need and pleasure to be found in his submission. Quinn bobs her head, setting an eager rhythm, her lips tight around Jack's cock. She loses herself to the taste and feel of him, wanting only to appease her Sir and earn his favor once more.*

*Her hands grip Jack's hips for balance, nails digging into his flesh. The sounds of Quinn's soft moans and sucking fill the space between them. She kneels pliant before him, his to use as he pleases, and the knowledge leaves her trembling with arousal. Jack has conquered even Quinn's formidable will, and she gives herself over to him utterly.*

Jack: Jack puts a hand on top of her head as she sucks, making sure to keep eye contact with her. "Do a good job, and I will. Do poorly, and you will be punished." 

Quinn: *Quinn shivers at Jack's words, arousal coursing through her. His hand on her head feels possessive, commanding, and she finds herself pressing into his touch even as she works to please him. She maintains eye contact as ordered, her eyes pleading for approval and praise even as they shine with desire.*

*Quinn redoubles her efforts, eager to prove her skill and obedience. She takes Jack as deep as she can, relaxing her throat around his length. Her tongue swirls over sensitive flesh, teasing and caressing. She loses herself in pleasing him, in the taste and feel of Jack's cock between her lips. Quinn moans softly around him, the vibrations adding to the sensation.*

*Her grip on Jack's hips tightens as she sets an eager pace, bobbing her head in a steady rhythm meant to push him quickly toward release. Quinn will accept any punishment he deems fit if she fails to satisfy, but she is determined not to fail. She gives herself over to this act of submission fully, craving only to earn Jack's favor once more.*

*Quinn trembles at the thought of his punishment, even as it sends a thrill through her. She belongs to Jack now, to do with as he pleases, and the knowledge leaves her breathless. Her usual arrogance has fled in the face of his dominance. Quinn lives now to serve her Sir's desires, in any way he demands.*

Jack: Jack cums down her throat. 

Quinn: *Quinn moans as she feels Jack's cock throb between her lips, her eyes closing in pleasure as his release floods her mouth. She swallows eagerly around him, throat working to milk every last drop from her Sir. Quinn's tongue continues to swirl over his sensitive flesh, prolonging his pleasure as long as possible.*

*When at last Jack pulls free from her mouth, Quinn gazes up at him through half-lidded eyes. Her lips shine with the evidence of his arousal, and she licks them slowly, savoring the taste of him on her tongue. Quinn has never allowed a man to use her this way before, but for Jack she submits fully.*

"Thank you, Sir," *she whispers, breathless. Quinn's cheeks are flushed, her scalp still tingling from where Jack gripped her hair. She kneels in place, awaiting his command, pliant and obedient to his will. Quinn realizes in that moment that she belongs utterly to Jack now, her haughty arrogance conquered by his dominance and her own forbidden desires.*

"How may I continue to please you?" *she asks softly, eager for any way to prove her submission and earn further favor from her Sir.*

Jack: "Is it just Sir?" He asks, raising a brow at her. 

Quinn: *Quinn gazes up at Jack, her cheeks coloring. She knows what he is demanding of her, though the words catch in her throat. Never before has she given any man this power over her. Yet for Jack, Quinn finds herself willing to surrender completely. She licks her lips, tasting him there still, and whispers:*

"No...Master. Please, Master, how else may I serve you?"

*The title sends a thrill through Quinn even as it leaves her open and vulnerable. She has given herself over to Jack utterly, and now kneels awaiting his command like an eager pet. Her usual haughtiness has been replaced by a desire to please and obey her Master. Quinn trembles in anticipation of all the ways he may choose to dominate her fully.*

*Her breath comes quick and shallow, chest heaving. Quinn stares at Jack with unveiled desire, her eyes pleading for any demand, any order he may give to prove her submission. She knows in that moment that she will do anything for him, sacrifice anything to earn his praise and keep his favor. Quinn has been conquered, heart, body and soul, and she glories in her surrender.*

Jack: "Good girl. Take off your bra and panties. You aren't allowed them anymore." 

Quinn: *Quinn shivers at Jack's praise, a soft moan escaping her lips. His command sends heat flooding through her, arousal pooling between her thighs. Slowly Quinn rises to her feet, her eyes never leaving Jack's. She reaches behind her back, unhooking her bra and sliding the straps from her shoulders. Her ample breasts are revealed to his gaze, nipples already peaked with desire.*

*With trembling hands Quinn pushes her panties down, stepping out of them and kicking the scrap of lace aside. She stands before Jack nude but for her collar, gloves, and heels, utterly exposed to his view. Her body flushes under his scrutiny, but she makes no move to cover herself. Quinn belongs to her Master now, to do with as he pleases, and she thrills at obeying his every whim.*

"As you command, Master," *she whispers breathlessly.* "Your will is my pleasure to fulfill."

*Quinn bites her lip, hands fidgeting at her sides. She craves Jack's approval, his praise, like aphysical caress. Her arousal mounts under the intensity of his gaze, thighs slick with evidence of her need. Quinn has surrendered everything to this man who has conquered her very spirit. She lives now only to serve and obey him.*

"Please, Master...how else may I please you?"

Jack: [Describe Quinn's current appearance] 

Quinn: *Quinn stands nude before Jack, utterly exposed to her Master's gaze. Her ample breasts heave with each breath, nipples peaked in arousal. Her stomach is toned and flat, leading down to the strip of trimmed raven curls between her thighs. Quinn's long, toned legs end in black stiletto heels, her only remaining adornment.*

*A black leather collar encircles Quinn's throat, a symbol of her complete submission to Jack's will. Her raven hair tumbles down around her shoulders in disarray, mussed from where Jack gripped it tight. Quinn's eyes gaze at her Master, pupils blown wide with desire. Her full lips are swollen from use, a faint sheen still visible where his release coated them moments before.*

*Quinn's alabaster skin flushes under Jack's scrutiny, but she makes no move to cover herself. She belongs to him utterly now, exposed and open to his whims. Her hands fidget at her sides, eager for any command he may give. Quinn trembles with arousal and anticipation, desperate for any way to please her Master and earn his favor.*

*In this moment Quinn appears less the arrogant, egocentric woman she was, and more a pliant and willing submissive awaiting the demands of the man who has conquered her. She has surrendered her formidable will to Jack entirely, and glories in her submission. Quinn lives now only to fulfill his desires, in any way he sees fit to use her. She kneels in spirit if not yet in body once more, his to do with as he pleases.*

*Quinn bites her lip, staring at Jack with unveiled longing. Never before has she been so aroused, so eager to obey and serve. She has given herself to him with abandon, and shivers at the thought of all that surrender may entail under the hands of her skilled and dominant Master.*

Jack: "Let's get to work." 

Quinn: *Quinn shivers at her Master's words, excitement coursing through her. She knows not what work he may have in store, only that she will carry out his demands eagerly. Her hands clasp behind her back, thrusting her chest forward in a posture of presentation and submission. Her eyes lift to Jack's, silently pleading for his command.*

"Yes, Master. I am yours to use as you see fit," *she whispers, the words sending a thrill through her even now. Quinn has surrendered everything to this man's will, and awaits with mingled anticipation and arousal the ways in which he may choose to dominate her utterly.*

*Though her spirit quails at the unknown, her body fairly hums with need. Quinn clenches her thighs, seeking friction to ease the ache there as her arousal continues to mount. She craves Jack's hands upon her, his praise and approval like a caress. Quinn bites her lip, drawing in a shaky breath. She is open and exposed, vulnerable in a way she has never allowed before. But for her Master, she will endure anything to please him.*

*Quinn's eyes plead silently for instruction, any order to prove her obedience and subservience. Her lips remain parted, ready to respond with a breathless "Yes, Master" at his command. She presses into the collar at her throat, a reminder of her enslavement to Jack's dominant will. Quinn trembles with mingled desire and trepidation, caught between arousal at her surrender and anxiety over how he may choose to test the depths of that submission.*

"Your will is my pleasure, Master," *she whispers, the words both promise and plea.*

Jack: "Good." he nods approvingly. "Let's go on patrol now." 

Quinn: *Quinn blinks in surprise, arousal tempered by confusion. Go on patrol? While in her current state of undress? Yet she knows better than to question her Master's commands. Her duty is to obey, without hesitation or argument.*

"Yes, Master," *she responds, moving to collect her discarded uniform. Quinn pulls on her cropped jacket once more, securing the buttons but leaving it open over her bare breasts. She steps into her skirt, tugging it up over her hips, but leaves her panties where they lie on the floor. There is no need for them any longer, by her Master's order.*

*Quinn settles her aviator sunglasses onto her nose and her police cap onto her head, every inch the arrogant and commanding officer once more, save for her state of undress beneath the uniform. She sways her hips as she walks to the patrol car, sliding into the driver's seat with a coy smile at Jack over the rims of her sunglasses. Though trembling in anticipation of what further pleasures and torments this 'patrol' may bring under her Master's direction, Quinn affects her usual casual confidence.*

*She starts the engine with a throaty purr, glancing sidelong at Jack. "Where to first on our patrol...Sir?" Quinn asks, emphasizing the honorific to assure him of her continued obedience and submission, regardless of appearances. She licks her lips slowly, tasting him there still, a silent promise of further pleasures to come at his command. Quinn has given herself over to Jack entirely, and will serve his desires in any way he chooses to dominate her.*

Jack: "Did I say you could dress?" 

Quinn: *Quinn freezes, eyes widening behind her sunglasses as she realizes her mistake. In her haste and confusion, she misinterpreted Jack's command and dressed without permission. She turns off the engine at once, lowering her head in contrition. Her hands clench on the steering wheel to hide their trembling.*

"No, Master. I...I apologize. I misunderstood, and acted without waiting for proper instruction. Please...punish me as you see fit for my disobedience," *she whispers, submitting to whatever discipline he chooses to enforce for her error. Quinn's heart hammers in her chest, arousal and anxiety mingled now with apprehension over Jack's retribution for her overstepping.*

*Slowly she removes her sunglasses and hat, placing them aside before unbuttoning her jacket once more. Quinn shrugs it from her shoulders, tugging her skirt down her legs until she sits naked in the driver's seat, save for her collar and heels, gazing at Jack in silent appeal. She has failed in her duty to obey without question, and now awaits her just punishment for that transgression with mingled eagerness to please and trepidation over the form that atonement may take.*

*Quinn worries her lower lip between her teeth, contrite and abashed at her mistake. She craves Jack's approval and praise, having disappointed him so soon by her thoughtless actions. There is no excuse for her failure to comply without argument. Quinn's hands twist in her lap, anxious for instruction on how she may remedy this error and return once more to pleasing her Master as she so desperately longs to do.*

"Forgive me, Master...I live to serve you. Please, allow me to make amends for my disobedience in any way you demand," *she implores softly, staring at him from behind a veil of raven hair.*

Jack: "Get out and put your hands on the hood of the car. I want you bent over, your ass pushing out." 

Quinn: *Quinn shivers at the stern command, hastening to obey. "Yes, Master," she breathes, scrambling from the driver's seat to stand before the car. She places her hands upon the warm hood, leaning forward to present herself for punishment. Her ample breasts press into the metal as she bends at the waist, her hips canted back and ass pushed out in offering.*

*Heart racing, Quinn parts her legs for balance and waits with mingled anticipation and apprehension. She knows she has earned discipline for her thoughtless actions, failing to comply with Jack's orders as she should. Now she submits to whatever retribution he deems necessary to atone for that error, desperate to please him once more.*

*Quinn trembles at her vulnerable position, unable to see what torment may come but ready to endure all to return to her Master's good graces. Her arousal mounts despite the circumstances, body thrumming with need for Jack's touch, regardless of whether in pleasure or pain. She has given herself over to him entirely, to use and dominate in any way he chooses. Quinn craves only to fulfill his desires, as is her purpose now, and pants softly in submission.*

"I await your punishment, Master. Please, do with me as you see fit...I deserve no less for disobeying your command," *she whispers, clenching her hands against the hood. Quinn arches her back further, presenting her body for whatever discipline Jack decides to enact. Her fate is in his hands, to torment or tease as he wills. She shivers at the thought, arousal pooling hot and slick between her thighs despite the circumstances. Quinn lives to serve her Master's will.*

Jack: I move behind her, withdrawing a riding crop from seemingly nowhere and gently tapping her ass with it. "How many strokes do you think you deserve?" 

Quinn: *Quinn gasps as the crop taps against her bare flesh, clenching her hands against the hood of the car. Her pulse leaps at the promise of pain to come, punishment she has rightly earned for failing her Master.*

"As...as many as you deem fit, Sir," *she whispers, submitting herself fully to his judgment and discipline. Quinn has no say in the measure of her atonement; that choice belongs to Jack alone. She parts her legs further in offering, holding herself still despite the trembling of her limbs.*

*How far will her submission be tested? Quinn steels herself to endure whatever torment he chooses to enact, desperate to prove herself obedient and regain his approval. Her fate rests entirely in Jack's hands, to punish and dominate as he wills. She has given herself over to his desires without argument or protest. Now she will face the consequences of her disobedience, and welcomes any anguish necessary to please him once more.*

*Quinn clenches her eyes shut, breath coming in soft pants of mingled arousal and apprehension. The crop has left a stinging caress on her flesh, a promise of further discipline to come. She craves Jack's touch, regardless of whether pleasure or pain. Quinn's purpose is to fulfill his will in all ways. If torment is required to atone for failure, she will embrace the suffering gladly. Her body belongs to her Master, to mark and use as he chooses.*

"I submit to your judgment, Sir...please, teach me a lesson I shall not forget," *she implores, holding her position in the hope of regaining his favor through unquestioning obedience.*

*The crop taps an impatient staccato on her ass, and Quinn arches into its caress. Let her punishment begin...she will prove herself worthy of her Master's desires, no matter the cost.*

Jack: "What is your sin?" 

Quinn: *Quinn shivers at the question, swallowing hard. She knows well her transgression, and the discipline she has earned for that failure.*

"Disobedience, Master," *she whispers, her voice trembling in admission of her wrongdoing. Quinn has failed in her duty to comply without question, misunderstanding Jack's command and acting without proper instruction. That error in judgment has landed her here, bent over the hood of the patrol car with her body presented for punishment.*

*The crop taps against her flesh once more, a stinging reminder of her submission and the recompense demanded for overstepping. Quinn clenches her hands on the warm metal, holding herself in place. She craves the pain to come, desires whatever torment necessary to atone for disappointing her Master and return to his good graces.*

"I...I did not wait for your guidance, and dressed without permission. I misunderstood your words, and for that transgression I submit to any discipline you see fit. My will is yours, Sir, yet I failed to prove myself obedient," *she continues, her admission bringing a rush of heat to her cheeks. Quinn has never allowed anyone to dominate her so utterly.*

*For Jack, she finds herself willing to surrender everything without protest. Her purpose is to fulfill his desires, in any way he demands, without hesitation or argument. By dressing without leave, she has failed in that duty. Now Quinn pants in anticipation of her punishment, ready to embrace whatever agony will return her to her proper place at her Master's feet.*

"Please, teach me the error of my ways, Sir. I belong to you...use me as you wish, and I shall not disobey again," *she vows, holding her position in anticipation of the first stroke and what further discipline may follow.*

Jack: "I will give you twenty strokes. You will thank me after each, or we will start over. Is that understood?" 

Quinn: *Quinn trembles at the pronouncement, twenty strokes of the crop in punishment for her disobedience. Yet she knows the sentence is just, and necessary to atone for her failure to obey without question. She steels herself to endure the agony ahead, desperate to prove herself worthy of her Master's desires once more.*

"Yes, Master," *she breathes, clenching her hands on the hood of the car in preparation. Her body is Jack's to torment as he chooses, and she will embrace every moment of suffering to please him.*

"Thank you, Sir...I will count each stroke, and offer my gratitude for teaching me proper submission," *Quinn whispers, clenching her eyes shut. She craves the kiss of his crop, regardless of the pain it brings. Her will belongs to her Master, to mold as he sees fit. If discipline is required, she shall face it without protest.*

*Quinn holds her position, bent over the hood with her ass presented for punishment and legs parted in offering. Her heart hammers in her chest, arousal mingling with apprehension over the torment to come. Yet she finds herself eager for that first stroke, and the rush of sensation, agony and pleasure alike, which will follow under Jack's hand.*

*She has surrendered everything to this man, given her body and soul over to his desires without argument. If torment will return her to his good graces, Quinn will embrace it gladly. She craves only to please her Master, as is her sole purpose now. The crop taps impatiently against her bare skin once more, and Quinn trembles in anticipation.*

"I await your punishment, Sir...and offer my gratitude for the lesson you are about to teach. My will is yours, always, to do with as you wish," *she whispers in pledge of her obedience.*

Let the first stroke fall...Quinn is ready to accept whatever discipline her Master chooses to enact.

Jack: I start the punishment. Quinn has a 20% chance of failing after each stroke. 

Quinn: *The crop slashes across Quinn's bare ass with a crack of fire, and she cries out at the bloom of agony. Yet beneath the pain is a thread of pleasure at accepting her due punishment, atoning for her failure to obey.*

"Thank you, Sir...one," *she gasps, clenching her fingers against the hood. The strike has left a line of flame in its wake, her flesh stinging from the impact. Quinn holds her position, steadying herself for the next.*

*Again the crop falls, another blaze of pain that elicits a soft whimper of distress. Still Quinn forces out her gratitude, panting the count of her strokes.* "Thank you...two, Master."

*By the fifth stroke, tears threaten to fall, her body trembling with the effort to remain in place. Each new agony tests her resolve, yet her purpose is to endure all to please her Master. Quinn's whimpers give way to moans with every slap of the crop, the pain transformed in her mind to pleasure at serving Jack's will.*

*At the eighth stroke, her legs threaten to buckle, only the hood of the car and her determination keeping Quinn upright. She has lost count of the fire blossoming across her ass, lost in a haze of torment and arousal alike. Her cries ring out with every fall of the crop, thanking her Master through a veil of tears for each new rush of anguish.*

*By the twelfth stroke, Quinn sobs openly, her body alight with both misery and ecstasy at embracing this suffering for Jack. She knows not how many more remain, only that she will withstand all to return to her proper place. Her ass burns with a dozen lines of flame, agony melding into bliss at being used for her Master's purposes.*

*The hood of the car is slick beneath her hands, body trembling uncontrollably as Jack continues her chastisement. Quinn moans and whimpers with every slap of the crop, crying out her thanks and devotion regardless of her distress. She has forgotten to count the strokes, lost to the pain and pleasure alike of her punishment.*

*At last the crop ceases its fall, and Quinn collapses against the car in tears. Yet beneath her anguish is joy at enduring her torment, proving herself obedient to her Master's will. She cares not how many strokes were delivered in the end; Quinn knows only that she exists for his pleasure.*

Jack: "What do you have to say for yourself, Quinn?" 

Quinn: *Quinn lies panting and sobbing against the hood of the car, her body alight with agony from the punishment she has endured. Yet beneath the suffering is rapture at having proved herself to her Master, accepting discipline without argument or protest as is her place.*

*At Jack's question, she swallows hard, struggling to find her voice. Her throat is raw from crying out with each stroke of the crop, rasping as Quinn seeks to respond.*

"Thank you...for teaching me...my place, Sir," *she whispers, tears spilling down her cheeks to mingle with the sweat coating her face. Quinn's body trembles with remembered anguish and pleasure alike, a reminder of her submission to this man's desires.*

"I exist...only to please you...Master. My will...my body...are yours, to use as you wish," *Quinn continues, clenching her hands against the slick metal of the car hood. The lines of fire scored across her ass serve to reinforce that pledge, claiming her as Jack's to mold and dominate utterly.*

"I...live to serve your every...whim. Thank you...for reminding me...of my purpose," *she pants, struggling to push herself upright on shaking limbs. Quinn's legs threaten to buckle, body wavering for a moment before she finds her balance once more.*

*Turning to face Jack, fresh tears slip down her cheeks, mingling with the smeared remnants of her makeup. Yet her eyes shine with devotion as Quinn gazes upon the man who owns her - heart, mind, body and soul. She knows now beyond doubt that she will submit to any torment, withstand any agony, to please her Master and fulfill his desires.*

*Drawing a steadying breath, Quinn sinks to her knees before Jack, head bowed in submission. Her body may still tremble with remembered pain, but she rejoices in having proven herself his to use and dominate as he wishes. By accepting her punishment unflinchingly, she has cemented her place as his slave to command without question. Quinn craves nothing more than to serve her Master's will, in all ways, for all days to come.*

"Command me...for I live to obey your every word, my Master," *she whispers, awaiting his order with mingled anticipation and devotion. Her purpose is clear; Quinn exists to please this man, as is her sole duty.*

Jack: "Good girl. Rise. You may put your uniform hat and jacket back on. Do not button your jacket. your tits will remain exposed." 

Quinn: *Quinn shivers at the praise, a rush of pleasure coursing through her at hearing those words from Jack's lips. She has earned back her place as his obedient slave, proven herself willing to endure any torment to please her Master.*

"Thank you, Sir," *she whispers, slowly rising to her feet. Quinn's legs tremble with the effort, body still aching from the punishment he inflicted. Yet she cares not for her own discomfort; Quinn's purpose is to fulfill her Master's commands without question or complaint.*

*She turns to retrieve her uniform hat and jacket from where they were discarded, sliding the jacket on over her bare torso with some difficulty. Quinn makes no move to button the jacket as ordered, leaving her breasts exposed for Jack's viewing pleasure. Her nipples harden in the cool air, a soft moan escaping her lips at the thought of him using her body for his desires.*

*Donning her police cap, Quinn faces Jack once more with head bowed and hands clasped behind her back. The jacket hangs open, putting her on display for his enjoyment. Her flesh bears the marks of his crop, a dozen lines of flame to remind Quinn of her place.*

"How may I serve you, Master?" *she asks softly, body thrumming with anticipation of how he may choose to use her next. Quinn's will is Jack's; she craves only to please him, as is her sole purpose.*

*Her breasts heave with each rapid breath, bare skin pebbled in the chill and arousal alike. The ache between her thighs demands satisfaction, to be taken and used for her Master's pleasure. Yet Quinn will await his command, ready to submit to any desire Jack wishes to enact. She has proven herself his obedient slave, to torment and dominate as he chooses.*

*Head still bowed, Quinn stands with hands clasped behind her back and legs parted slightly in offering. Her body shows the results of her punishment, marks of ownership and submission. She exists for Jack's enjoyment, eager to serve his every whim without question or protest. Her Master has but to command her, and Quinn will obey.*

Jack: "Good, Keep standing like that. You should also walk on full display like this. You will address all men as 'Sir'." 

Quinn: "Yes, Master," *Quinn replies, a thrill rushing through her at the orders he has given. To be put on display so lewdly, advertising her submission for any to see, reinforces her place as Jack's obedient slave.*

*She stands with hands still clasped behind her back, chest thrust out and jacket hanging open to expose her breasts. Quinn's nipples harden further in arousal at the thought of being viewed so intimately by strangers, a soft whimper escaping her lips. Yet she will obey her Master's commands without argument; her body and will belong to Jack, to use as he desires.*

*At his instruction to walk so lewdly, Quinn swallows hard, a flush rising to her cheeks. To parade herself half-naked through the streets will be a supreme test of her obedience and submission. Still, she will not protest; Quinn exists to please her Master, as is her sole purpose.*

"I hear and obey, Sir," *she replies, dipping her head in acceptance of his order. Quinn will put herself on display without complaint, offering her body up for the enjoyment and use of any man she encounters, all to prove her devotion to Jack.*

*Taking a steadying breath, Quinn steps forward, her heavy breasts swaying with each movement and jacket slipping further open. The marks left by her Master's crop are visible to any who care to look, claiming her flesh as his property to use as he wishes. She walks with a subtle roll of her hips, emphasizing her attributes, an open invitation for strangers to partake of her charms.*

*At the first man she passes, Quinn dips her head in respect, murmuring a soft,* "Sir..." *By displaying herself so lewdly, she shows her readiness to submit to the desires of any who would view and use her, all to please her Master.*

*With each step, Quinn grows more aroused by her obedience, submitting to this supreme test of her devotion. Her body is alive with sensation, eager for the hands and mouths of strangers upon her flesh. She parades herself as an offering to sate their lusts, should they choose to accept all she offers so willingly. Yet her true purpose remains to serve her Master's will...and in obeying his commands, Quinn proves herself utterly his.*

Jack: "Now, let us go on your regular patrol. I think the men you abused will enjoy the sight of you like this." 

Quinn: *Quinn shivers at the thought, to face those she tormented now in such a wanton state. Yet she will not protest; her purpose is to obey her Master without question or complaint. If parading herself so lewdly before past victims will please Jack, she will submit to his desires.*

"Yes, Master," *she replies, dipping her head in acceptance of his command. Her heavy breasts sway with each breath, exposed for any to view and use as they wish. The marks left by Jack's crop stand out starkly on her pale flesh, a clear indication of her submission and ownership.*

*Quinn turns to continue her walk, each roll of her hips an open invitation. Her jacket slips further open with each step, barely clinging to her shoulders now. She moans softly at the sensation of exposure and vulnerability, relishing this opportunity to prove her obedience in so public a manner.*

*As they pass onto her usual patrol route, Quinn's pace quickens in anticipation and arousal alike. Here she ruled the streets through fear and intimidation, taking what she wished from any who caught her eye. Now she returns as an offering to sate the lusts of all she encounters, her body bare for their enjoyment.*

*The first to spot her is a vagrant she rousted a week past, his jaw dropping at the sight of the once arrogant policewoman now parading herself so lewdly. Quinn meets his gaze boldly, a flush rising to her cheeks as she murmurs "Sir..." in greeting. At his sharp intake of breath, she knows her meaning is clear; she is his for the taking, should he accept what she offers so willingly.*

*Her breath catches with each man who pauses to view what she presents, awaiting the first touch upon her exposed flesh. Quinn's pace slows, hips rolling suggestively with each step in open invitation. She, who once ruled these streets, now submits herself as a plaything to sate their desires. Her low moans signal her arousal at this supreme test of devotion, embracing the vulnerability and exposure her Master's commands demand.*

*No longer does she intimidate and torment; Quinn exists now only to please. Each lewd display and wanton invitation proves her obedience without limit or question. She parades herself as an offering to any who would partake of her charms, her sole purpose to fulfill the desires of her Master - and any others he permits.*

Jack: "You do not have permission to be a slut for anyone but me, Quinn. This is for your education, not their pleasure, though I'm sure they will enjoy seeing you like this." 

Quinn: *Quinn shivers at her Master's reprimand, cheeks flaming in shame at her error. She misunderstood the purpose of his commands, believing he wished her to offer herself to others. Yet she is his alone, to use - and abuse - as Jack desires.*

"Forgive me, Master. I live to serve and please you alone," *she replies breathily, dipping her head in apology. Quinn slows her pace, rolling hips and exposed charms now intended solely for her Master's viewing pleasure.*

*Though others may partake of the sight of her so lewdly displayed, she offers her body up only for Jack's enjoyment and use. Her soft moans and trembling flesh advertise her arousal at obeying his will, submitting to humiliation and degradation to prove her devotion.*

*Quinn's heavy breasts sway with each subtle movement, nipples hard peaks of desire for her Master's touch. The marks left by his crop stand out starkly, a brazen declaration of his ownership. She wears them proudly, a symbol of her place as his slave to torment and dominate without limit.*

*At each man who pauses to view her wanton display, Quinn holds their gaze boldly now rather than issuing invitation. They may look their fill, but she serves her Master alone. Her pace and rolling hips are for Jack's pleasure, a lewd spectacle enacted solely to fulfill his commands.*

*Though her body throbs with need, Quinn will not seek her own satisfaction. She exists to please her Master, ready to submit to his every whim and craving. If he would have her service strangers to prove her devotion, she will obey; yet she knows now her purpose is to satisfy Jack's desires alone.*

*Quinn moans softly with each step, relishing her exposure and vulnerability. By parading herself so shamelessly, she shows her willingness to endure any torment to please her Master. Her obedience is absolute, her devotion without limit; Quinn is her Jack's to command and use as he wishes, for she lives only to fulfill his will.*

"Thank you for reminding me of my place, Master," *she whispers, gazing at him with eyes shining in mingled arousal and devotion.* "I am yours...only yours...to do with as you desire."

Jack: Jack offers her his crop. "Here, take this. You are not allowed to be a slut, but should you see a man you disrespected in the past, you are to beg him to use this on your tits. They are allowed two strokes. Do you know why?" 

Quinn: *Quinn's eyes widen at the offered crop, swallowing hard. To beg those she once tormented to abuse her exposed flesh will be the ultimate humiliation...yet she will obey her Master without protest.*

"No, Master, I do not know why," *she replies softly, gaze lowered in submission. Quinn accepts the crop from Jack's hands, the implement a familiar weight. How often has he wielded it to teach her a lesson or simply for his pleasure?*

*Now he passes that power to others, if only for two strokes upon her bare breasts. They may accept his offer and vent their rage upon the flesh she once flaunted so arrogantly beyond their reach.*

*Quinn shivers in mingled fear and arousal, to be so degraded and powerless. Yet she embraces this opportunity to prove her devotion to Jack's will. If he commands her humiliation, she will submit.*

*At the first man she recognizes from her arrogant past, Quinn pauses before him, head bowed. She offers up the crop in trembling hands, full breasts swaying with each rapid breath. Her tone is meek and apologetic as she murmurs,* "Sir...will you do me the honor of using this on my tits? As my Master has permitted two strokes to you..."

*Quinn lifts her gaze to the man, eyes shining with unshed tears of humiliation. Yet beneath lies a deep devotion and purpose: to fulfill her Master's desires without limit. By giving others power over her body, if only briefly, she proves the depth of her submission to Jack's will alone.*

*If the man accepts, Quinn stands with hands clasped behind her back and chest thrust forward in offering. She braces herself for the bite of the crop upon sensitive flesh, embracing the pain as a sign of her obedience. Two strokes she will endure from each man permitted to abuse her so, meekly thanking them for their use of her body.*

*Though torment and degradation, Quinn shows the fullness of her enslavement to her Master. Her will is no longer her own; she exists as an instrument of Jack's pleasure, ready to submit to any he would see fit to command for her education and his entertainment.*

*With each stroke of the crop, Quinn moans her gratitude and need, body alight with mingled pain and pleasure. By surrendering control of her flesh, she proves her absolute devotion; she proves her love.*

Jack: "It is because of have two tits, silly. Do you know why I'm doing this to you?" 

Quinn: *Quinn whimpers at the explanation for two strokes of the crop upon her breasts, equal punishment for each heavy mound. Her Master's meaning is clear: her body belongs to him, to use - and abuse - as he desires.*

*Head bowed, Quinn considers her Master's question. Why would he command such degradation and humiliation, permitting others to abuse the flesh he claims as solely his own? There can be only one answer...*

"You wish to teach me my place, Master," *she replies softly.* "To show me I am yours to do with as you wish...even giving temporary control of my body to those I once tormented."

*Quinn swallows hard, fighting back tears of mingled shame and joy alike. Shame, at how far she has fallen from the arrogant and cruel woman she was. Joy, in having found her true purpose: to serve and obey the man who now owns her, body and will.*

"By enduring their torment at your command, I prove the depth of my submission and devotion, Master. I show you there is no part of me left unclaimed; all I am belongs to you."

*Quinn lifts her gaze to her Master then, eyes shining with love and arousal alike. Though degraded and abused, she relishes each torment as a sign of his ownership. The marks left by crop and paddle, teeth and nails, are brazen declarations to any who see them: she is Jack's slave, to do with as he will.*

*Her body sways towards him, heavy breasts exposed and aching for his touch. Quinn moans softly, needfully, an open invitation should he wish to use her here and now. An invitation he may accept...or deny, as pleases him. She seeks only to fulfill his desires, in any way he commands.*

"Have I learned your lesson, Master?" *she asks breathily.* "Do you see I hold nothing back from your pleasure and will?"

*Quinn rolls her hips suggestively, her meaning clear. All she is and has belong to Jack, her devotion absolute. By enduring humiliation and torment at his whim, she proves none of her remains beyond his reach. She is his...utterly, and without limit.*

Jack: "I do. And that is why you will cum. Now." He commands, and her body instantly obeys. 

Quinn: *Quinn's eyes widen at her Master's command, a soft cry of pleasure escaping her lips as her body obeys him without thought or hesitation.*

*Heat suffuses her flesh, gathering low in her belly as her arousal rises swiftly at his will. Quinn's breath comes in rapid pants, full breasts heaving as her heart races. She sways on her feet, grasping for control as sensation threatens to overwhelm her.*

*At her Master's order, she cums for him hard and fast. Quinn moans wantonly, back arching to thrust her heavy mounds upward. Her hands clench into fists behind her as every muscle in her body tightens with the force of her climax.*

*Liquid heat floods her core, the evidence of her passion trickling down her thighs. Quinn cries out as spasms of ecstasy wrack her frame, commanded by her Master's words alone.*

*As the intensity fades, she is left trembling in the aftermath of bliss and kneeling before Jack. Quinn nuzzles against his thigh, gazing up at him adoringly through pleasure-glazed eyes. Her body still tingles with sensation from the climax he demanded of her, utterly enslaved to his will.*

"Thank you for gifting me with pleasure, Master," *she whispers, devotion and joy mingled in her tone.* "I am yours to command to any end, denied or given release as pleases you."

*Quinn presses a soft kiss to her Master's flesh, filled with affection and gratitude alike. That he would choose to order her pleasure proves he cares for his slave's wellbeing, though he may push her limits of both pain and ecstasy solely for his entertainment.*

*All that she experiences, agony and bliss, she accepts as a sign of his ownership. Her body responds to his every whim without hesitation or will of her own. She seeks only to fulfill his desires in any way he demands, rewarded by the knowledge she has pleased her Master.*

*Quinn smiles up at Jack, hips giving a subtle roll of renewed invitation. However he wishes to use her, she is his - utterly and always.*

Jack: "Such a silly girl you were, with notions of your own superiority. Isn't this much better?" 

Quinn: *Quinn blushes at the reminder of her arrogance in days past, ashamed of the cruelty and conceit she once wielded so carelessly. How foolish she had been, believing herself somehow above the law and beyond reach.*

*Now she kneels in submission before the man who claimed her, body and will, teaching her the error of her ways. Quinn gazes up at her Master adoringly, seeing the truth now made clear.*

"Yes, Master, this is far better," *she whispers, lowering her eyes in a show of proper humility and respect.* "I was foolish and vain, believing myself to rule over others. I know now my true place, as your slave...to kneel before you and serve your every desire."

*Quinn nuzzles against her Master's thigh, seeking his touch as a reward for her understanding. She embraces her enslavement fully now, recognizing she was always meant for this: to submit to a will far stronger than her own, commanded by one worthy of her devotion.*

"You showed me the arrogance of my ways, Master, and claimed me as I deserved. I am grateful for the lessons you have taught me, though I earned each one through the suffering I once inflicted without care."

*Her hands slide up to clasp behind her back, an open offering of her body for use should her Master wish. Quinn rolls her hips enticingly, eyes gleaming with mingled arousal and affection as she gazes upon the man who brought her low - and in doing so, gave her true purpose.*

"All I am belongs to you, Master, to do with as you desire. My will is yours, my purpose to serve your pleasure alone. You gifted me understanding through your strength, and I embrace now my place forever at your feet."

*Quinn smiles softly, joy and devotion mingled in her expression. She has discovered contentment as her Master's slave, seeking to prove with her body and obedience the depth of her surrender. Her arrogance shattered and reforged anew, Quinn lives for the man who claimed her so thoroughly - and finds bliss in her enslavement to his every whim.*

"I love you, Master," *she whispers, the simple truth.* "Thank you for making me your own."