Diana Street is a no nonsense private detective who spanks her way through a high profile murder case, while making love to the women she meets along the way. Wayward females learn that Diana has little patience with those who break the rules; and men in need of an “attitude adjustment,” fall into step when Diana snaps her fingers. Along the way, Diana solves a murder and delivers sweet spankings to everyone who needs them.
In this scene, Diana has been hired by Lauren to gather proof of her husband’s dalliances. She parks her car across the street from the house and waits for the action to begin.
Spanking Detective: The Case of the Killer Heels – excerpt
Wheeling my car into the Lauren’s neighborhood, I set up camp across from the house. My car’s an older model, and I wouldn’t be able to stay in the area for too long without attracting attention. But if the rich prick was only going to be home for another hour or so, I figured I’d be okay. My plan was to watch the house until Daniel left, then tail him for the next couple of days.
It didn’t take long for me to catch him doing shit that most married men only dream about.
I had a good view of the house, and the expansive lawns in the neighborhood gave the illusion of privacy. That’s probably why the drapes were pulled back. I was sure that Daniel didn’t think anyone could see him. But I could.
My car had been parked in the street for less than 30 minutes when I saw a good old fashioned switching. Pay dirt the first day, and the kind of show that I might have paid money to see.
The Lauren’s had a maid, a sweet young Asian girl that couldn’t have been much over 20 years old. She had a curtain of black hair and was dressed in one of those silly French maid outfits. I didn’t catch the reason why that prick Lauren was switching that slender Asian chick, but I saw the results.
Shoving her roughly against a small table, Daniel lifted her skirt and snatched her French lace panties to her knees. Bare-assed, the Asian girl’s body nearly filled my screen, and I could see that she wasn’t fighting too hard to get away. I backed off the zoom so that I could catch all the action, and I saw Daniel raise the switch high above his shoulder. He was right-handed and used his left arm to keep the girl pinned to the table. The switch descended quickly, and I imagined that I could hear the evil hiss as the first sting of the switch landed across the center of her pert little buns.
The Asian girl threw her head back at this first strike, and I found myself wishing that I had invested in a sonic ear so that I could hear her howling in pain. He laid on another stroke, and then another. Each separate strike left a nasty weal that would leave marks on the Asian chick’s ass for a long time. And with every impact, the girl howled silently and wriggled in his grasp. She kicked up her feet and shook that mane of long, black hair.
I was getting hot watching this switching, and I couldn’t hear a damn thing!
The switch rose and fell again and again, and after he laid on 15 harsh strokes, Daniel let the girl go. She spun where she stood, but didn’t run away. Instead, tears streamed down her cheeks, and she rubbed her ass furiously, as though trying to scrub away the pain.
As Daniel stood above this lovely Asian girl, shaking his finger in her face, I realized that my own hand had found its way to my crotch. My pussy ached for attention inside my black jeans, and I wanted nothing more than to rub hard at my crotch until I came right there in my car. I pressed four fingers against my pubic mound playing back the switching scene in my mind over and over.
Orgasm eluded me.
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