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The spitfire kicks like a mule and tries to lock my legs with her toes, but I hold her higher off the ground in a bear hug. Good thing I’ve got a foot of height on her.

When I think she’s settled, she swings her torso in such a way that makes me roll forward, but I tuck her into my chest. As I land on all fours, she squirms out from under my body and darts away like a sprinter off the block.

Must be all that track and field she did at Gnarled Pine Hollow High School.

A slow smirk warms my face from the cool breeze of the evening.

This is amazing. Love this. Thrill of the hunt and all that…

Especially because she’s gotten herself turned around and is running in the wrong direction, at an angle to the wall.

If she keeps moving at this trajectory, she’ll add about a mile to her travels.

Not to mention how tough the terrain is closer to the fence if she were to reach it.

Despite her agility, I’m much faster, but jog about ten yards beside her, giving her a wide berth.

She’s like a mountain lion, dodging trees as if they aren’t even there.

If I weren’t so focused on making sure I get in front of her, I think my dick would be hard just watching the way her body moves like an athlete.

My heart pounds harder at the fear in her eyes, at the way they dart around in the dark.

It’s obvious she hears my steps, but she can’t spot me.

With an unexpected halt, she dives under a shrub and stills, the foliage doing a great job of hiding her figure. But I spy exactly where she squats. Snorting a laugh, I lean against the tree next to her bush while she takes a peek, not knowing I’m hovering right over her.

Catching my breath, I say, “As I stated, you broke the rules. I’m a judge and you’ll have to come with me. You’re disqualified.”

She freezes and slowly looks up, the white paint around her eyes disappearing as she narrows them on my face. “I didn’t break any rules. And how do I know you’re a judge? You’re not wearing the glow sticks on your jacket.”

I shrug. “They fell off trying to catch you. Doesn’t make me any less of an alumnus. I have seniority here.”

With resistance, she stands and turns to face me, lifting her chin with defiance. That spunk makes me want to grab it and kiss her.

She crosses her arms, her black T-shirt riding up to reveal a sliver of creamy skin around her waist. “What rules am I supposed to have broken?”

“No weapons of any kind. Did you miss that one, criminal?”

Her jaw drops. “I don’t have any weapons!”

My hand swiftly pats her jeans pocket as she slaps a palm over it. I dig into the fabric and produce a key between two fingers. Hmm, to a Harley. Fitting.

“This ring any bells?”

“That’s mine. And not a weapon.” Like a feral beast, she claws at my fist, trying to get it back.

“I would be very careful about how you treat a judge.”

It’s a long moment of her stillness, as if she’s considering something. “You are that guy from the waterfall.”

A low chuckle attempts to escape my belly. “What do you mean? What guy?”

With both hands, she shoves my chest hard, but I don’t move. “Asshole! You made me think you were going to kill yourself!”

I reach across the space between us and stroke a thumb over her heated cheek, still covered with black paint. “And you made me want to live. Basically, I owe you my life.”

“Fuck you!”

“Is that any way to treat someone who almost plunged to their death?”

“I can’t believe I fell for it. You made me…”

“Made you what?”

Choking out a breath, she hesitates. “Made me blow you.”

The memory alone is enough to send blood surging to my cock. “Seems like you enjoyed yourself. Want me to repay you?”

She takes a step back and trips over the shrub, but I grab her arm to prevent her from falling. “What? No!”

“Fine. I guess you’ll enjoy your punishment on Sin Sunday, then. Think they’ll flog you naked in front of everyone? If so, I’ll be in the front row, my P.I.C.”

“Why do you call me that? What does it stand for?”

“My partner-in-crime. I mean, you could be, if you choose your path wisely here. Or…you can always get run through on Sin Sunday by the elders. Up to you.” Lowering my voice, I lean into her face and whisper, “Not to worry. Usually, they wear robes so you don’t have to look at their saggy balls.”

That’s the thing that gets her. She stares at her feet for a pause, then swiftly checks over her shoulders. “We’re allowed to have keys .”

“Not when they’re wielded as weapons.”

“I wasn’t wielding ? —”

“Listen, pink cheeks. I don’t want to hear the arguments. You can make them to the senate. So you can either come with me, and I turn you over to them to be dealt with on Sin Sunday. Or…”

A moment passes as she glances between my eyes. “Or what?”

“Or I can serve your punishment here and now. I’ll even take it easy on you, considering the other night.”

Her jaw drops. “No. Whatever it is, I’ll take the senate. I did nothing wrong.”

“You sure? Because if I discipline you, you’ll enjoy it, I promise. But the old guys really don’t give a fuck. I mean, best-case scenario, you’ll just go to the confession booth glory hole and have to suck a dick. Cheer up, you’re a pro at that now.”

With a sneer, a huff comes from the back of her throat. “I think I’ll still take the official course of action because my case will hold up.”

“Mm, those plump lips keep talking. I kind of enjoy it. But you didn’t allow me to finish.”

I wait for her to settle and stare me down, then I continue.

“If I deal with you here and now, I’ll permit you to leave.” Holding up three fingers, I end with, “Scout’s honor.”

“You’d let me go?”

“Yep. You can take off after.”

She’s wary. As her wan expression considers me for some time, I almost lose my cool waiting. Her head whips toward the fence far in the distance, about another mile away, then she finally says, “Fine. Deal. You want another blowjob?”

“God, no.”

“You’re a jerk.” The dirt shifts as she widens her stance, as if bracing for a physical fight. “What do you want, then?”

“To spank you.”

“T-to spank me?”

“That’s it.”

I’m sure if she weren’t wearing face paint and it was daytime, her cheeks would be bright salmon right now. “Whatever. Where do you want me?”

With a sigh of absolute pleasure, I grit out, “I was really hoping you’d ask that.” In a swift motion, I pull my handcuffs out of my back pocket and snag one of her wrists, clipping the metal bracelet to it as she pulls away. “Ah, ah. You agreed and you truly don’t get a say here.”

She relents somewhat, and I tug her across the clearing to a smaller tree, force her to face it, then wrap her arms around it while securing the handcuffs. There’s enough distance for her to bend slightly, and that’s what I help her do with a palm in the middle of her back.

My hands slip down the front of her jeans and unbutton them, but she wiggles. “Hey! Why are you taking my pants off?”

“How do you expect me to spank you with them on?”

“I wasn’t expecting naked punishment.”

I shove my hard cock on her thick bottom, grip her zipper, tug it down, and lean over her back to murmur in her ear. “Expect to be naked a lot around me.”

A hushed gasp falls from her lips, and I stand up with a smile. That little sound was enough to make the blood rocket toward my dick, pumping it fuller than it already was.

When I rip her jeans down to her knees, I’m a bit surprised to see she’s wearing some giant black panties. She shifts on her feet, as if embarrassed and not wanting me to see. As I grip the fabric, I realize it’s thicker than normal, almost like slick chain mail.

“What in the fuck are these?”

She murmurs something, low and soft.

“Anti, huh? I didn’t hear you.”

“Anti-rape panties!”

I snicker. “Oh. You thought of everything, didn’t you…” With some effort, I unlock all the bands and shift them down until they hold her thighs in place better than a rope. “Everything except me.”

Her perfect round butt is bare and ripe for punishing. If only the moon were brighter tonight, I’d get to see all the colors I’m about to decorate it with. The early morning sky has shifted from pitch black to indigo blue, and I scan our surroundings, making sure no one can see her.

“How many should we do, criminal?”

She tosses her hair over her shoulder to look at me. “One, because I don’t deserve— Ouch!” A loud scream of pain interrupts her words as I swat her backside with a flat palm.

“I want you to count, and I’m feeling pious tonight for some reason. Thinking that since you, dear Sigma sister, are a number three from your house and I’m a number nine from mine at Theta…w e’ll do twelve.”

My hips jut forward to give my cock more room in my jeans, but I know things are about to get uncomfortable.

“I can’t do twelve.”

“Too bad. Shouldn’t have broken the rules, rebel.

” With the hand I spanked her with, I rub it over where I just smacked, the heat from her skin making mine melt.

Then, I switch to her other cheek and lay one on her as she jolts with a squeal.

The sound shoots straight to my heavy balls, which tingle with the need for reprieve. “How many was that?”

“T-two.”

“Good girl.”

Part of me wants to rip my pants off and shove inside her while I do this, but I refrain, allowing the lust to build to an even higher level. Another slap on each side has her squirming.

“Three. Four.”

With another two, my cock is throbbing against the metal of my zipper, and I loosen my jeans until the fly splays open without pulling them down.

Relief floods my loins at letting my length grab some air, but it’s begging to be touched.

Curious, I take my index finger and slide it up her tight pussy lips. Shivering, she whimpers.

“Hot damn… You’re soaked , pink cheeks.”