Once they were settled in his personal car she commented, “This feels weird.”
“Why is that?”
“Because I usually ride with you in the back seat with my hands cuffed behind me.
“This is okay. It just feels weird.”
“I could move you, I guess... or maybe you’d be happier blindfolded and put in the trunk?”
“OOH! Can we?” she enthused.
“Maybe some day. But not today.” he said with a chuckle.
“That would be so hot!” she answered, joining his laughter.
“You are so incorrigible! No wonder you need to be punished so much.”
“You’re right, Sir. I should probably be spanked every. single. day.” she answered, emphasizing the last three words.
“A fellow’s hand could get pretty sore doing it every day. At least until he built up callouses.”
“I’ve heard that paddles and leather belts work almost as well, ” she giggled, “But I guess they’re worth a try.”
“Well, I’ll try anything once or twenty times.”
“Oooh. I can’t wait!”
Both realized at the same time that they were getting into dangerous waters and there was a slightly awkward pause that he eventually broke, asking, “How’s the guilt thing feeling today?”
Carole paused, “You know, I was intending to think about all the people I’ve added to my Guilt Diary while it was happening. But then I saw you and that little black circle above your pocket.
“And suddenly all I could picture was thousands and thousands of people watching me and getting off. Thousands of cocks and thousands of pussies, all focused on little ol’ me.
“I swear. If someone had so much as breathed on my clit I would have cum!”
“Are you ready to hear the actual number?”
“Oh yes, Sir! Please!”
Pulling out his phone he brought up the site he’d set up, clicked on a couple of buttons and showed it to her:
WATCHED LIVE STREAM: 28, 476
“Oh, Mark! I can’t even imagine... That is so exciting! I mean... if even half were... you know...”
“If even half were masturbating and watching you get punished?” he asked softly.
“Yes... oh my god...” she breathed. “I’m almost cumming just thinking about it!”
“Well don’t.”
“Yes, Sir, ” she answered, her voice expressing both her submission and disappointment.
“Are you ready for the next surprise?”
“There’s more?”
“Yes, with the help of one of the tech guys at work we set it up so they could watch five minutes for free. But if they wanted to watch more they had to become a member.”
It sounded like most porn sites to Carole but he continued, “If they want to rewatch it they have to set up an account and pay for it.”
Again, not much different than many porn sites, she thought.
“They pay 99 cents per minute.”
“That doesn’t seem like much.”
“No. Individually it isn’t but it adds up.”
He opened another page on the site and showed it to her:
PURCHASER ACCOUNTS SET UP: 11, 187
As she watched she saw it climb to 11, 189. He opened the next page:
MINUTES PURCHASED: 19, 602... 19, 603... 19, 604...
As she watched the number grew larger and larger.
Her mouth open in awe, she asked, “That’s dollars?”
“Yep. And, except for paying for the server and site, which is five and a half percent. It’s all yours!”
Carole was literally speechless.
After a moment Mark reached over and used his index finger under her chin to close her gaping mouth.
“But what about you? Don’t you want some of it?”
Using his fingers again on her chin he turned her face towards him.
“First, no. I don’t need it. Second, your friendship is worth more than any amount of money, Third...” he paused and gave her a wicked smile, “what makes you think I won’t collect my reward in other ways.”
His words, and the explicit images that they caused to flash through her mind, made her entire body turn scarlet.
“As you wish, Sir...” she murmured.
“We can discuss it all later but for now you must be starving!”
She was happy that he changed the subject and she realized that yes, she was ravenously hungry.
He started the car but before he could pull out she asked, “Excuse me, Sir. But do you have a towel I could sit on?”
Laughing he reached into the back seat and grabbed the towel out of his gym bag.
“It probably stinks but I’m guessing that won’t matter to you.”
Carole raised it to her face and took a big whiff before immediately shoving it between her legs. The odor of this man’s sweat made her dizzy with desire and need it beneath her even more.
The restaurant that he chose was not one frequented by his fellow officers, he didn’t want to deal with their ribbing right then. It was a casual family-style one just outside the downtown area.
Walking around the car, he opened the door for her and offered her his hand. It seemed strangely, yet wonderfully, chivalrous from a guy who wiped her pussy and ass twice a day, but she was charmed.
They had to wait for the table Mark asked for, one far away in the corner, to be cleaned but it only took a few minutes. But while they were standing by the entrance they both noticed more than a few glances in their direction,
Usually one person would look and then say something to their companion or companions, and they’d all openly look. It was obvious why. Even if they hadn’t watched the streamed feed, Carole’s face with a blurred out body, had been plastered all over the news.
“I think they all know...” she whispered.
“Of course they do. You’re pretty famous now. We could go someplace else but I’m sure it would be exactly the same.
“But you have to own it. Be proud of what you made it through so well. And remember, every one is a potential subscriber who will pay to watch it again.”
She tried to do it but it wasn’t easy. She wasn’t shy so much as modest.
The young hostess walked them over to the table and handed them menus but as she left one of the servers stopped her and whispered something in her ear that made her turn around and stare openly at Carole.
Mark had intentionally had her sit in the seat facing out into the restaurant, ensuring that she’d have to confront her notoriety head-on.
Within a few minutes every cook, dishwasher, server, busboy, and even the manager had found an excuse to come through that part of the restaurant.
She blushed deeply but wished she’d brought that towel with her. She knew she would be leaving the vinyl seat she occupied glistening when she stood up.
“You’re beautiful when you’re embarrassed. No. That’s not fair. You’re always beautiful... but the way your eyes sparkle, the way your smile lights you up, the way the tip of your nose gets red... it... it’s just stunning.”
Carole knew she was good-looking. She’d gotten the attention of most men and quite a few women her entire life. But she hadn’t let it go to her head. She didn’t feel entitled by what was basically a biological fluke that had worked in her favor. Most people would be shocked to learn that she was in fact a tech-geek. Someone who was fascinated by computers, by how they worked, and by how she could, with a bunch of lines of code, bend them to her will.
“Thank you, Sir. It makes me very happy to hear you say that...
“But I want to be so much more for you...” The ache in her voice was audible.
He knew what she meant and it turned him on to hear it. But with two more weeks of her enforced celibacy, he knew it was an area they should best avoid. Raising his finger he waved it from side to side, signaling her to go no further.
Looking downwards submissively, she softly uttered her obeisance, “I’m sorry, Sir.”
Intending to distract her and guide the conversation in another direction, Mark pulled out his phone and opened it to the sales page and showed it to her:
MINUTES PURCHASED: 31, 456... 31, 457... 31, 458...
It was, to a young woman who had had to think about every purchase she made and about how much every job she found paid, almost inconceivable.
The first thing she thought of was her car. The loyal Chevy van that she’d bought with more than 80, 000 miles on it and added more than 40, 000 more to since she’d gone to college, was all of a sudden replaceable.
She’d known that day was rapidly approaching and knew that the car she’d named Henry was not going to last much longer. Like many people she had developed a strong attachment to the inanimate object she drove and often talked to as if he (of course he was gendered) were a sentient friend.
“I can fix Vincent!” she said so loudly it startled Mark.
Thinking it was the name of a pet or family member, he asked, “Who’s Vincent?”
“Vincent’s my van. Vincent van-go, get it? We’ve been pals for years. He’s easily been my longest and most dependable relationship.”
Mark laughed gently. “Well you could get him repaired or... you could gently retire him out to pasture. Maybe find a nice farm upstate with lots of other vans for him to play with.”
“You’re making fun of me!” she said, pouting cutely.
“Yes. I definitely am. But you’re so delicious when you pout.”
She stuck her tongue out at him defiantly.
“You know, these days a girl sticking her tongue out at a guy has one of two meanings.”
Carole had watched enough porn to know that it meant she either wanted to have a cock placed on it or wanted a spanking and at this moment either was equally attractive.
“Can’t it mean I want to suck your cock and I want to be spanked?”
Again they looked at either with a shared but forbidden thought.
“Are you ready to order?” their server asked, breaking their reverie. She could tell by the startled reaction that she’d interrupted something and excused herself. “I’ll give you a few more minutes.”
“Sorry, Miss Collins. I really shouldn’t tease you. What I was trying to tell you is that you don’t have to get Vincent fixed, you can get a brand new van or whatever you want.”
“It’s okay. I guess it’s pretty silly to name a car. But I’ve been struggling to pay my bills for so long that it never occurred to me that I could suddenly buy a new car.’
“First. It’s not silly to name a car. Lots of people do it. And second, I think you’re going to just have to get used to not having to count every penny.
“Now, let’s decide on dinner.”
They ordered salads and entrees and beers. She, a vegetarian pasta primavera and he, sautéed filet of sole. Between bites of salad Mark suggested, “We need to find you and accountant and investment counselor.”
It was such a strange and wonderful feeling for her to have someone who could easily take advantage of her but steadfastly refused and who definitely seemed to have her best interests at heart.
“Do you know anyone?”
“No, my policeman’s salary has never put me anywhere near needing either one, ” he laughed. “But my dad’s pretty well off. I can ask him.”
“Thank you, Officer Wilcox. I’d appreciate that every much.”
After her strenuous day she was only able to eat about half her entree before she was overtaken with a wave of exhaustion.
When the server asked if they wanted anything else, he asked her to box up Carole’s leftovers and turned down the offer.
When she returned with the his credit card receipt she said, “Miss Collins. I just want you to know that myself and all the other women here really admire how well you did today. No matter what got you there, you handled it with class.”
Carole was too stunned to say much past, “Um... thank you. Please thank them all for me.”
As they settled into his car he turned and said, “She’s right you know. You did handle it with class. Some people may put you down for something that was basically beyond your control but I think most people will respect the way you behaved. So you’d better get ready for your fan clubs.”
The urge to reach over and wrap her arms around him and kiss him was nearly overwhelming.
He could see her desire in her eyes, smiled warmly and tapping her on her nose gently whispered, “Two weeks, Carole.”
“Yes, Sir.” she answered, with her best, most delicious pout.
She had every intention of trying to fuck his brains out at her first opportunity.
By the time she’d showered, relieved herself, been cleaned up, and locked back into what she had come to mentally label as “this damned fucking belt, ” she was nearly asleep.
Mark had no problem lifting her off her feet, though she did moan nicely when his muscular arms touched her fresh weals. He carried her to her bed, laid her down, and covered her with just a sheet. He’d seen after her first session that that was her preference on her tender skin.
Carole’s dreams were a mix of very dark and very soft visions.
She was still drowsy when Mark knocked on her door for her morning cleansing routine.
He sat on the edge of the tub as she evacuated and then he quickly wiped her first with a sanitary wipe and then with tissue.
While she showered he made some coffee for them both and when he heard the water stop brought her a cup and set it by her bathroom sink.
“Would you like to know your numbers?” he asked, handing her a towel.
She gave him a look that was as if he’d asked the dumbest question ever but quickly remembered her place and softly answered, “Yes, Sir. Thank you, Sir.”
Though they were gradually slowing they were presently just under 80, 000 downloads. For the first time, the money was beginning to feel real and for someone who had spent her whole life since college working, it was a bit heady.
“I’ve found an investment broker named Joan Stanhope. I’m sure you can trust and already asked if she’d like to take you on as a client.
She’s got all the clients she needs but as soon as I mentioned your name she was more than happy to see you and discuss your options.”
“I guess being famous for being publicly whipped has its up sides... in addition to making me incredibly horny, ” she said with a laugh.
“She can see you Monday afternoon. If you can get off work.”
“Work!” she though with a start. Carole had used her two weeks of accrued vacation time while she was facing her punishment and hadn’t even thought about having to go back to the office.
She dreaded the thought. Immediately sizing up the reactions she’d get from everyone there: the judgmental biddies who would ’tsk-tsk’ at her for having appeared in public naked and been whipped (while probably secretly wishing they could take her place), the males who would have given their dicks blisters from watching her videos again and again and would look at her like she was no longer quite human, just a thing to be lusted after. She also knew which of the women and men would be supportive, who wouldn’t judge her for what had quickly spiraled out of control.
“Could you go with me to see her?”
Mark was going to offer and readily assured her he would. He’d become more than a little protective and very curious about what affect her sudden wealth would have on her.
“I really hate having to go back to the office.”
“Carole, in less than two days you’ve made over $75, 000 dollars. If you don’t want to go back, you don’t have to.”
Though Carole enjoyed her work as a computer programmer, she did have other aspirations. She loved problem solving and proving regularly that she belonged in what was very much considered a “male” realm.
She wanted to write. She wanted to travel. And she’d often fantasized about having her own cooking show.
“But what if the the novelty wears off? What then?”
“First, I don’t think that’s going to happen any time soon. And you still have one more session to go.”
“But after that, then what?”
“I have a few ideas, ” Mark offered, with a mischievous twinkle in his eye that made her pussy gush.
Two days later, on Monday morning, after her morning cleansing, Mark offered to drive her to her job and she announced, “I’m going in just long enough to hand in my resignation, my ID, and a flash drive with my latest work.”
By that morning her view numbers had reached over 110, 000 and were still climbing, now attracting visits from all over the world.
The police officer had checked too and her decision came as no surprise. “I’m off today, so I can wait for you there and we can go get breakfast.”
On the way to her soon-to-be former job he noticed her shifting in the seat more than usual. “Nervous?”
“A little. But mostly squirming because that Punisher guy did a number on my butt, ” she said with a soft chuckle.
“Well, it is one of the most spank-able and whip-able asses I’ve ever seen.”
“Well, Officer Wilcox, I intend to hold you to that in two weeks!” she giggled.
Placing his hand on her thigh, he said, “As long as you’re a good girl, that won’t happen.”
Carole had absolutely no intention of being undeserving of his hand for the next two weeks. “I’ll try, Sir.” she said in a tone that clearly revealed her intention to do no such thing.
Carole’s visit to the office was pretty anticlimactic. She had guessed correctly as to the responses from her co-workers. The biddies scowled, the leches leered, and her closer friends were very supportive.
Her boss accepted her resignation and told her she’d be missed and would always have a job if she wanted to return.
As she was clearing out her desk the three other young women in the programming department dropped by to give her hugs and tell her how much they’d miss her.
They made tentative plans for a girls’ night out in a few weeks, after Carole’s sentence was ended.
One by one they excused themselves until only one remained.
Kate had never openly admitted her preferences but there was more than a little speculation that she was gay. Softly she said, “Carole Collins. Watching you get whipped was one of the hottest things I’ve ever witnessed. I bought the download and have been rubbing my clit raw watching it again and again.”
Carole blushed prettily, “Thanks, Kate. I love hearing that. Imagining people getting off on it was what made it possible to get through it.”
“So you like the idea of being watched? You always seemed so... um, modest.”
“Until now, I’d never even thought about it. But yeah. I love how it makes me feel. Desired... attractive... sexy.”
“Well, to me you already were all of those things.”
“I never knew.”
“I just didn’t want to make you uncomfortable. The men around here are bad enough without we girls adding to it.”
Looking at Kate through new eyes, Carole saw the look in her eyes that revealed her attraction. “Thank you, Kate. I really do appreciate that... and don’t worry, I won’t mention this to anyone.”
“I’m getting to the point where I’m tired of who knows and who doesn’t. You three, ” gesturing at Carole and the two others who’d just left, “are the only ones around here whose opinions I care about.”
“And if you ever feel like being watched...” she smiled.
Carole made a mental note to retain Kate’s Zoom contact information and told her, “I have one more punishment session left to go this Friday... why don’t you come?”
“Oh, I’ll come alright... whether I go or not!” she laughed. “Pun definitely intended.”
The hug they shared was long enough to be noted by their two friends who’d later agree that they weren’t surprised.
Carole’s box of personal items was light. A small spider plant, a picture of her niece and nephew, and small bag of emergency toiletries were all that it contained.
Sitting back in Mark’s car she reflected for a moment on the box in the back seat. Those few items, her 401K, and company stock options were all that she had to tie her to the period of he life she was leaving behind.
Sensing her pensive mood, Mark asked if she was okay.
“Just realizing I’m crossing a major threshold. It’s a mix of scary and exciting... nothing like I’ve ever done before.”
“Miss Collins. Must I remind you that over the last couple of weeks you have been stripped naked and whipped in front of thousands and thousands people, and done so with grace and aplomb? You’d never done that before either.
“You’ve got this.”
Once again, their lunch, this time at a much more upscale establishment, caused a bit of a stir among the staff. The customers noticed that more than they did her, or so it seemed. They may have just too well bred to stare and point.
Their server was a handsome young man with a faint British accent. He recognized her but made no mention, perhaps because he was more interested in the Punisher than she or any of the other women.
Their conversation was light-hearted as Mark asked her more questions about her dreams for the future. She told him she was definitely going to a fictionalized version of her experience being punished, asking softly if he’d mind there being a character her like him.
“All names have been changed to protect the not-so-innocent?” he laughed, assuring her that it would be fine.
“Do you think I’m famous enough to start a cooking show or a travel show?”
“First, yes. No doubt about it. Second, Carole, I have no doubts that you would be a success at whatever you choose to do.”
“Will you be there, Sir...” she whispered, almost as if she was afraid he might say no.
“Carole, no matter what courses our lives take, I intend to be your friend. That will never change.”
She answered with a beaming smile.
They finished their lunch by splitting a very rich and delicious tiramisu and espresso and he explained that the reason he’d chosen this restaurant is that it was very close to Joan Stanhope’s office. They walked out into a beautiful day and Carole had to fight down an urge to skip as the walked the block to her building, an art deco masterpiece that had been tastefully preserved and upgraded.
They gave their names to a security guard who checked them off a list on her computer and asked them to follow her to an elevator at the end of a corridor. “This is Ms Stanhope’s private elevator, ” she explained. “Some of her clients are a bit secretive and come up from the parking garage downstairs so they never get spotted.”
She used a key to open the doors and they entered into a gilded box that appeared to have been built in the 1920s. Reaching in, the guard pushed the single button, stepped back, and nodded as the doors quietly closed.
The elevator may have been original to the building but its mechanisms had definitely been given and upgrade and they were whisked up to the 16th floor at the top of the building.
They were greeted politely by Joan’s personal assistant, eschewing her offer of coffee or tea or wine in favor of mineral water. As she opened her boss’ door, Joan Stanhope rose and came out from behind her spacious desk and approached with her hand out.
“Welcome, Miss Collins. It’s a pleasure and a bit of an honor to meet the internet’s star of moment!” she enthused.
“Please call me Joan.”
Instead of directing them to the chairs in front of her desk, she led them into an open adjacent space where several plush-looking chairs gave a spectacular view of the bay beyond the tall modern buildings that surrounded this older one.
“This space used to be an exclusive nightclub, a speakeasy, actually, in the 1920s”
Mark and Carole looked around and appreciated how well Joan had retained the deco details of the nightclub while modernizing it to fit her needs.
Just then, Anna, her assistant arrived with a small tray the held glasses and the distinct green bottles of Perrier. She opened the bottles and poured each into a glass and handed them out before excusing herself and handing a folder that had been underneath the tray and handed it to her boss.
Joan opened the file which had been updated with the most recent viewing numbers and let out a low whistle.
“You’re probably going to break 150, 000 by the end of the day...” she said, as if such numbers and the money they represented was commonplace. Which, among most of her clients, it was.
“Officer Wilcox... may I call you Mark, or Mister Wilcox?”
“Mark’s fine.”
“Thank you Mark for sending over a copy of the contract you and your IT guy set up. It’s very helpful.
“Miss C—“
“Carole, please, ” she interrupted.
Smiling Joan said, “Great. Carole, your friend here has set up a very lucrative contract for you. I’ve looked it over and I think it’s very solid. I’ve printed out copies that you can both sign of you decide want to hire me.”
“I’ll have to admit I’m kind of lost here. I’ve always worked and saved and though I wasn’t broke, I did count, my pennies.”
“Well, Carole. I can pretty much assure you that you’ll have more pennies than you can possibly count.”
“I’m open to any ideas you might have.”
“Well, I think you should set up an investment fund that brings in a steady income and then build on that.”
“I know nothing about investing though.”
“Trust me. Even the so-called experts don’t either.”
All three shared a laugh at that.
“I’ve come up with three possible plans for you to look over and think about. If you have a lawyer, you can get them to look over them.”
“I don’t. My dad’s one but after seeing how he watched me last week...”
Mark intervened, “He was there and looked like he was enjoying it a little too much if you know what I mean.”
“Say no more.”
“Can you explain what the plans are?”
”Okay. First, do you still have student loans?”
At Carole’s nod she continued, “Okay. Not anymore. The interest on those things is atrocious.
“How much?”
“Without checking I think I’m at about $64, 500.”
“Okay. If you send me the details I’ll settle them all immediately. I am pretty sure I can get them to accept a lot less.”
“Next, we can set up an emergency fund. That’s about 10 to 12 months that you can live off of easily. We can park those in a high-yield savings account.”
“And finally, we can take the rest and invest in in some nice secure blue chip investments. Nothing risky but ones that will definitely be increasing in value over time. And whatever you earn in addition can be added there too.”
Carole reached over and squeezed Mark’s hand. “I don’t know... it all seems too easy... almost unreal.”
“It’s a fact of life that money opens doors. And lots of money opens lots of doors, ” Joan added. “I think you should take all of these home and look them over carefully. Maybe come back after your sentence is over and let me know then.”
She pressed a button and her assistant arrived with copies of the video feed contract. She explained the details, including that Carole would retain full rights to them and her image. She asked Mark if he was sure he was satisfied not taking anything as a fee.
With a devilish grin that was noticed by all three women, he said, “Miss Collins has assured me that she will compensate me in a variety of non-monetary ways.”
Carole could not get any redder without a coat of paint but nodded in agreement. “That’s true. I intend to be paying off Officer Wilcox for as long as he lets me.”
The other two women’s faces got a bit rosy at the thought but said nothing.
Mark and Carole signed each copy twice which were notarized by Joan Stanhope and witnessed by her assistant.
“So Mark, I understand it was Raven who recommended me to you.”
Carole looked surprised, looking at him with widening eyes that asked, ’So you’re still in touch?’
“Yes. She was the only person I could think of who used to this rarified financial atmosphere.”
Addressing Carole she assured her, “She’s been a client of mine for years. Along with her boss and most of the other women who work for her. I think she trusted I wouldn’t judge you.”
It made sense and it was obvious that Joan didn’t care how she made her money.
“I have the same three-part strategy with her. She’s made enough that she could stop working whenever she felt like it and live off her investments. But she’s not ready to quit yet.”
The news surprised Carole more than Mark but both understood.
As they were descending in the elevator Carole told him, “You know, I’m ready to go all in right now. I like what she proposed but knowing that Raven trusts her is good enough for me.”
After a pause she asked softly, not wanting to reveal the twinge of jealousy she hated feeling, “So, have you talked to her very much?”
Mark thought for a split second about teasing her but instead just told her the truth, that except for the call about investing he hadn’t.
The way she squeezed his hand and leaned into him was all the answer he needed.
After taking her home and performing her evening cleansing ritual he really didn’t feel like leaving. Fortunately he had an early shift and that gave him an excuse to bid an early ‘Good-night.’