## The Judge In His Chambers

Post by Mr Underheel » Wed Jul 13, 2016 4:25 pm

“Your Honor, you weren’t very up-front with me when you scheduled our ‘date’. If I had known what you REALLY do for a living, I would have canceled and we wouldn’t be in this situation at all. I know, that website is a dangerous place for me to be, but it’s dangerous for you, too.”
“And yet here we are. The aftermath seems to be a bit more dangerous for you than for me, wouldn’t you say? After all, look at your condition. Oh, and I will, of course, make sure that I never in the future hear any case involving you. You understand. Nothing personal.”
“But Your Honor, it seems to be nothing BUT personal.”
He laughed loudly and sincerely. “Yes, this does seem to be a bit of a personal situation, doesn’t it?”
“Your Honor, how could I argue against that?” Elle’s face was red and her body was aching.
……….
When the judge playfully threatened Elle with exposing her as a “Sugar Baby” and demanded that she show up at his chambers at 10PM that evening, she had no idea what to expect. He told her to dress as she normally did for court. Dutifully, she wore her well-tailored black pant suit and black blouse. Her feet were bare inside her candy apple red three-inch heels. The one variation from her typically courtroom attire was what she wore beneath: a black bra trimmed in white lace and tiny matching bikini panties. Her legs shook as she knocked on his door.
He did not answer. She knocked again. Then she checked her watch. It was 9:58. She was early, as she usually was. Elle was proud of her on-time performance in all aspects of her life. So what was the problem? She knocked again. She waited. Her watch now said 9:59.
At precisely 10PM the door opened and there stood the judge. “What time did I tell you to be here?” “You said 10pm. I was early!” “I said ‘10pm’. I meant ‘10pm’. Do you understand?”
“I…I think so.”
“You’d better KNOW so in the future. Get inside.” Elle scurried in just before the door slammed on her butt. “As per our agreement, I have one hour with you. No questions asked. You will do EXACTLY what I tell you exactly WHEN I tell you. You will only speak in response to a direct question. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Your Honor.”
“Oh, and that’s the other thing. You addressed me correctly just then. Everything that you say MUST be preceded by my title: Your Honor. Don’t make a mistake or you will regret it.”
“Yes, Your Honor!” The judge was always in command of his courtroom and tonight was no different. But this was not the same type of “command” that she was used to from him.
“Stand at attention. Eyes straight ahead. Do NOT look at me, little girl! You haven’t earned the right to do that in my chambers or in my courtroom. Spread those feet. Interlock your fingers behind your neck.” The frightened girl did everything that he told her to and with great urgency.
He stood behind her and frisked every inch of her, including her brown hair, which fell just below her shoulders. “I will ensure that you have no recording devices or anything else of which I might disapprove. Be still.” The power of his hands made her weak and the thoroughness of his search was impeccable.
“I want you to put up your hair in a clip. Make it messy and loose.” He handed her a banana clip. She wasted no time in complying with his wish. “That looks fine. Put your hands back where they were.” He frisked her again. “I want to make sure that I didn’t miss anything.” No, he hadn’t. She was positive that he just wanted to feel her up again. She was right.
“In front of you is the American flag. Focus on it. I want you to take off your suit jacket, your blouse and your bra. Do NOT look anywhere else. Hang them carefully over the chair that is just to your left.”
Again, she worked as swiftly and carefully as she could. “Excellent. Get back here and assume your previous position.” Once again he groped/frisked her and removed all doubt as to his intentions.
Without warning, her condition was changed. He pulled her left wrist backward and she felt cold metal against her skin. She knew the sound and the feel, both from her work and from her personal life. Her right wrist was given the same treatment shortly thereafter. Her wrists were tightly cuffed. “Keep them right there behind your neck.” Apparently, he could not help himself. He groped her once again, not so gently this time. His rod was hard and pushed against her butt as his hands pinched and prodded her.
“Now it is time for you to finish disrobing. Do it. Eyes on the flag.” This was somewhat awkward for Elle to do with her hands cuffed as they were. She slipped off her shoes then dropped her suit pants to the floor. Taking off her bikini was challenging. She was tempted to look down so that she could better guide them and his requirement to keep her eyes on the flag caused her to squat down low so that she could keep her chin up. Apparently, she broke eye contact because the judge expressed his displeasure by landing a resounding smack on her butt cheeks. “Posture!”
Finally, she stood naked and cuffed there in his chambers, wondering what was to come. He circled her as if she were his prey. That is exactly how she was feeling at that point. He stood in front of her and studied her carefully, occasionally reaching out to touch her, to squeeze her nipples or to feel between her legs.
Suddenly he called out, “We don’t have much time.” The closet was just across the room. He went to it and came back with his judge’s robe. “Your hands won’t fit through the sleeves at the moment. This will do nicely, though.” He draped it over her shoulders and buttoned it at the neck. “It’s more of a cape than a robe, but it serves the purpose.”
She hadn’t noticed that he had also picked up something else, but there was definitely another object in his hand. It was black and seemed to be made of Lycra. It wasn’t long before she found out what it was.
Standing directly in front of her, he raised the object to the top of her head. “Such a pretty face. And yet, this is my desire.” A Lycra hood covered her from the top of her head down to her throat. The only opening was a slit that exposed her lips.
“Open.” She obeyed. “Hold my gavel.” She felt the thick, dark maple handle resting on her teeth, pushed back to the corners of her mouth. She closed her mouth gently around it. “Do not mar it in any way, little girl. There will be hell to pay. Now put your shoes back on.”
Elle felt around for her heels and was able to get her feet back in them. As soon as she accomplished this task she felt him at her feet. Cuffs again, one around each ankle. She heard three different cuffs locking in place and knew that there was one around each ankle. “I used two sets so that you could walk just a little bit more easily.” And he led her forward tugging at her hands, forcing her to shuffle along across the floor.
“Rest assured that I have turned off all closed circuit cameras and recording devices.” She heard a door open and felt a cooler air against her prickling skin. “You are now in my courtroom, little girl. Be respectful.”
He took her directly in front of the judge’s bench and pressed her breasts against the carved wood there. Lifting her hands high above her head, he connected the chain to a hook that was embedded on the judge’s side of the bench. He then lifted the robe up and flipped it over the top of her head, exposing her entire naked backside.
The judge went right to work. In a locked drawer in the bench he had hidden a paddle, a riding crop and a stiff leather flogger. For the next 15 minutes he used each of those items constantly. Every second or two another impact was inflicted on her body. No single blow was particularly damaging but the accumulation was beginning to take its toll. She moaned louder and louder as each stroke landed and her knees were becoming weak.
There was no way for her to know how many times she had been flogged or how long it had been going on but she didn’t think she could take much more. She opened her mouth to beg him to stop and when she did, the gavel fell to the floor.
“Dammit, girl! You’ve disobeyed me! You will pay for that!” Pay for it? How much more could he DO to her? She couldn’t imagine.
In a flash, he took down her hands and they fell down to their full length. Her arms were tired and she welcomed the relief. It didn’t last for long.
Taking her around the waist, he half-carried/half-dragged her across the room until they reached the bar. He forced her to bend over at the waist, her top-half in the gallery and her back half near the defendant’s table. The judge unlocked the cuffs that joined her ankles and then re-locked them to her wrists, threading them between the spindles of the bar. Again, he flipped the robe off of her to expose her back side.
Now, though, her ass was sticking up in the air and her openings were exposed.
“If you can’t hold my gavel in your mouth then you will hold it somewhere else.” She felt pressure against her anus and squealed as she felt something very hard and very long push into her. He kept it up until she could feel a cold object against her cheeks and he could no longer push it any deeper.
“See if you can hold it THERE, girl!” NOW she knew what had entered her.
The judge went back to work with the instruments that he had used to flog her and continued to do so until Elle could no longer support her weight. She collapsed with her stomach pressed into the bar. Tears and moans could no longer be controlled.
At that point, the judge stopped his work and his demeanor changed. She felt him applying soothing ointments to her stinging skin. She welcomed the tender treatment that he was giving her.
“Little girl, you may speak whatever is on your mind.” Elle welcomed the opportunity, but it took her several minutes to catch her breath and regain her wits.
Then she said, “Your Honor, you weren’t very up-front with me when you scheduled our ‘date’. If I had known what you REALLY do for a living, I would have canceled and we wouldn’t be in this situation at all. I know, that website is a dangerous place for me to be, but it’s dangerous for you, too.”
“And yet here we are. The aftermath seems to be a bit more dangerous for you than for me, wouldn’t you say? After all, look at your condition. Oh, and I will, of course, make sure that I never in the future hear any case involving you. You understand. Nothing personal.”
“But Your Honor, it seems to be nothing BUT personal.”
He laughed loudly and sincerely. “Yes, this does seem to be a bit of a personal situation, doesn’t it?”
“Your Honor, how could I argue against that?” Elle’s face was red and her body was aching.
……….
The judge bent close to her face and said, “I am putting the key to the cuffs in your hand. Release yourself. Go home.” Without another word he unceremoniously removed his robe from around her neck and pulled the hood off of her head. Slowly and deliberately, he drew out—pushed back in—pulled out—pushed back in--his gavel from the cave in which it had been hidden. Elle’s body shook with each movement of it. And then it was gone, as was he.
She blinked hard, realizing that every light in the room was on, and here she was, handcuffed and naked in full view of anyone
Just that abruptly, he left her alone. Exhausted, she let herself lie on top of the bar until, she hoped, some life would return to her body.
The evening was not what she had expected, although she had no idea what TO expect.
Finally, she unlocked her shackles one at a time, leaving one fastened to her wrist. She walked slowly back into his chambers to dress.
Her blouse was there, her slacks, her jacket. No bra. No panties. She was sure that she put them right…there was a note.
“Missing something? They are my souvenirs. I’m sure you have more where these came from. Good night, little girl.”
She felt quite naked on her lonely drive home.