My Lawyer: The Bitch

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Joshua Stern, 35 year old businessman, 5.11 with sandy wavy hair, and brown eyes.
Joshua was brought up by his mother, after his father deserted her whan Josh was 6 months old. The problem was that his mother was a very strong willed woman, who hated men and sex. Consequently she dominated Josh, to the extent that he is now always uncomfortable when in a one on one with any woman.
Josh is heterosexual, and has needs and desires, most of which he satisfies by masturbation, and the occasional visit to a prostitute. He has not found his own true sexuality yet, and hopes that one day, he will.

IC
I was early, as I always was for any appointment, but this was different. I was meeting a lawyer, whom I had never met before. To make matters worse, it was a woman, and she was to defend me on a charge of rape.
A charge of which I was totally innocent, and a victim of a vindictive bitch of a secretary.

Carla had been with me just over two years as my secretary, she was good at her job, that I had to admit, but she was forever coming on to me. Telling me that she was not wearing a bra, and describing her sexual adventures to me. Carla was big, almost 200LBS I guess, and she would wear very short skirts to work. I had missed the last two office Christmas parties, purely because of her threats, to get me alone, and have me fuck her. I was not interested in Carla, not in the least.

Then came that fateful day, 3 months ago, I had finally secured a big contract for the firm, worth over three million. The boss had sent two big bottles of Champagne down to my office, and foolishly, I let her open one. The alcohol dulled my resistance I guess, and soon she was on her knees, taking my cock out, and sucking it. One thing led to another, and she ended up straddling, and mounting me, her blouse open, panties on the floor. Telling me to mark her, to bite her neck and tits. Fool that I am, through my drunken haze, I did bite, and mark her.

Then came the knock at the door, the boss.

"Josh, it`s Howard."

Before I could even acknowledge him properly, Carla was up, and bending over the desk, crying and screaming out.

"RAPE, the bastard raped me."

I was arrested, suspended, and pilloried by all and sundry, even though I was innocent. For no one beleived me, no one at all it seemed.

"Mr Stern, you may go in now."

I thanked the secretary, and then knocked on Claudia Woodwards door, before entering her office.
 
OCC

Claudia Woodward 43, lawyer with short brownred hair, dark brown eyes.
She's married to a physics master, has a son on college and a daughter finishing highschool.
Claudia is satisfied with her life, eventhough she'd want sometimes her husband had more time for her. Both very active with their carreers had fallen in a routine two or three years ago. She's a playfull woman, smart and witty, yet very sharp on court and known as a fighter, when it comes to justice. She's been busy for years with sexual delicts and it made her to appear a bit cold as a person.


ICC



"What a hectic morning this is", I thought leaning back on my chair. I had just finished studying the files of my next client, Mr. Joshua Stern, on a charge of rape. His alleged victim was his secretary, a 26 years old, who accused Mr. Stern of abusing her during a little office party. Not a lot of evidence, except for the medical report, which did show clearly that the woman had sexual intercourse about 1 hour before the medical examination. "This one will be tough, " I said to myself.

I closed my eyes trying to picture the man, who raped his secretary. He's probably one of those arrogant, overly selfconfident bastards, talking too loud and too much and who thinks women are in the world to serve their lust only......well, we shall see, Mr. Stern, we shall see

A glance at my watch told me that he would be here in a few minutes time. I quickly opened my desk drawer, taking out my lipstick, and a small cosmetic mirror. Satisfied with the results of my touch up, I just had enough time to put them both away, when my secretary knocked on the door and said: "Mrs Woodward, Mr. Stern is here. "

"Please let him in, Rachel," I replied, while straightening the collar of my white silk blouse.
 
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I looked at the lawyer as I entered, she stood to greet me, offering her hand for me to shake.
I did so, noticing the crisp white blouse, and the blue skirt that she wore.
She was maybe 6 or 7 years older than me, but she had a beauty that struck me immediately. At the same time though, she seemed stern, not a woman to trifle with.

I sat down opposite her, feeling her eyes boring into me, as I tried to avoid looking at her. She obviously, like everyone else, thought that I was as guilty as hell. In fact, I was probably just an unwelcome intrusion into her busy life.

Keeping my head down, and my gaze lowered, I finally spoke to her.

"I did not do it Mrs Woodward, it was not rape, she took advantage of me, and seduced me, I swear it, on my life, I do, I really do. I am innocent, please believe that."
 
I stood behind my desk as Mr. Stern entered and offered him my hand. I usually try to avoid physical contact with my clients, the violence of some of their actions can make a person very wary.

I offered Mr. Stern a seat, while not taking my eyes off him. He seemed a litle reserved and definitely avoided eye contact. But, there was also something boyish in his appearance, something vulnerable, and attractive, that I could not describe, I just felt it.

He was quite a handsome man, very different from what I had expected.....tall, athletic, blond hair and brown eyes. He was also dressed smartly, in his sand coloured trousers, and navy blue CK shirt with a jacket two shades darker than the shirt.

My first impression was that he was certainly not a man from whom one would expect violent acts against a woman. But then again, there's no rule about the looks or demeanor of a rapist.

A little smile crossed my my lips, as I asked him, how he was feeling.

"I did not do it Mrs Woodward, it was not rape, she took advantage of me, and seduced me, I swear it, on my life, I do, I really do. I am innocent, please believe that."

"Mr. Stern, the majority of men walking into my office seeking my help in a case like yours tell me that they are innocent. And, if I am to help clear your name Mr Stern, I need you to be entirely truthful with me. "

Using the phone, I instructed my secretary to bring us some coffee, and then asked Mr Stern to tell me exactly what had happened on his office on that afternoon.
 
After her secretary left, and I took a sip of my coffee, I started to talk quietly, unable to look he rin the eye.

"It was the day that I cecured the Haines contract, Howard, the boss sent me a couple of bottles of champagne, a celebration gift. Carla, my secretary decided that we would open one. I dont drink at all normally, my mother warned me about it, and what it can do to you.
Anyway, we had a few glasses, you know, we were happy, laughing and stuff, and she kissed me. I pulled back, but she was insistent, sticking her tongue in my mouth. Then she opened her blouse, and pressed my head to her ti... breasts, telling me to suck and bite. The alcohol must have got to me, and I did as she said. Biting and sucking, until she sat me on my chair, and got on her knees."


I stoppped to sip my coffee, feeling extremely embarassed. I could feel my face burning, it was that red I guessed.

"She undid my pants, and got my, you know, it, out, and started to kiss, and lick. I dont know if it was because I was drunk, but it did feel good. Then, without warning, she sits on me, lowering herself onto my c c cock."

I stopped talking, just looking down at my shoes, and feeling very ashamed. I had never ever spoken to a woman before about things like this. I just wanted to curl up, and die.
 
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I closed the drawer in my desk, and took a drink of my coffee. I wanted to give Mr. Stern some time to settle, as he still looked upset and almost scared.

"It was the day that I secured the Haines contract. Howard, the boss sent me a couple of bottles of champagne, a celebration gift. Carla, my secretary decided that we would open one. I dont drink at all normally, my mother warned me about it, and what it can do to you.

"His mother warned him?" , I raised my eyebrow, it sounded strange to hear that from a 35 year old man. But I refrained from commenting, letting him continue.

Anyway, we had a few glasses, you know, we were happy, laughing and stuff, and she kissed me. I pulled back, but she was insistent, sticking her tongue in my mouth. Then she opened her blouse, and pressed my head to her ti... breasts, telling me to suck and bite. The alcohol must have got to me, and I did as she said. Biting and sucking, until she sat me on my chair, and got on her knees."

He was blushing as he spoke of the events in his office. I was getting a wierd feeling about this, I had never seen an adult man so embarassed before.
He had my ful attention now, as I tried to take it all in.


"She undid my pants, and got my, you know, it, out, and started to kiss, and lick. I dont know if it was because I was drunk, but it did feel good. Then, without warning, she sits on me, lowering herself onto my c c cock."

Mr. Stern almost whispered the last sentences, and it was somewhat difficult to hear him. I was naturally sceptical, we lawyers have to be, but the way he talked, and looked, made me think that possibly he was the victim in this case.
He looked very disturbed and forlorn, with his head down.

"Mr. Stern, I feel that you have, as I requested, been truthfull with me. I just need a word with my secretary, so you wait here, and try to relax, I will be as quick as possible, I promise you that Mr Stern."
He needed to be calm before answering my questions, and the break might help to acheive that.

He looked up at me saying: "Thank you, Miss Woodward."

It was the first time that he had looked straight into my eyes and I saw both tenderness and pain looking at me.
I was very thoughtful when I left him alone, very thoughtful indeed.
 
"Mr. Stern, I feel that you have, as I requested, been truthfull with me. I just need a word with my secretary, so you wait here, and try to relax, I will be as quick as possible, I promise you that Mr Stern."

Her comment did surprise me, of course I had been truthful, why would I not be? It was all that I could do to mutter

"Thank you, Miss Woodward." very quietly.

I watched her leave the office, through lowered eyes, there was no doubt who was in charge here, and it certainly was not me. Even if I did like the way that her heels clicked on the hard floor.
My mother had always worn heels, high ones, I could always tell when she was moving, just by that click click click sound. A sound that as a boy had sometimes caused absolute dread, but I was over that now, I was sure.

I started to wonder what she, Miss Woodward would ask me? And if she really meant it when she said I had told the truth. I doubted that she knew about Carla, and how she had taunted me for months, making me feel ashamed to be a man. But I was not about to tell her, not freely anyway.
 
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Rachel was typing a complaint against a court decree for another client. If she was wondering why I had left Mr. Stern is in my office, she did not say anything. She was a very loyal secretary, and never questioned my decisions, indeed, she was a great asset to the firm
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"When you have the complaint for Mr. Carter finished Rachel, call my dentist please, and say that I won't be able to come today, and make me another appointment. Mr. Stern will be staying a little longer than I hed expected."

I poured myself a glass of mineral water , thinking about Mr. Stern's statements. I also thought about the questions that I would ask, when I returned to my office.

As I entered, I noticed that he was still sat in his chair exactly as I had left him, but, he did look a little more relaxed. He even looked at me when I entered.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Stern for leaving you alone for a few minutes, something came up, but it is all done now." I said smiling softly, still trying to make him feel comfortable with me.

"I need to know a bit more about the events in your office however, and I do have a few questions for you. Please, tell me more about Carla, your secretary and your relationship with her".

I slowly walked back to my chair and for a few seconds the only sound in the room was the clicking of my heels.
 

"I need to know a bit more about the events in your office however, and I do have a few questions for you. Please, tell me more about Carla, your secretary and your relationship with her".


The clicking of her heels as she walked back to her desk made me shiver, and I was not sure why. It was just a sense of foreboding, that suddenly came over me.

"C.. C.... Carla is a good secretary Ms Woodward, very good in fact, its just that she, well, she, I am not sure how to put this Ms Woodward."

I looked down again, unable to look her in the eye.

"She would say things to me, about her boyfriend, personal things that they did together. It was very embarassing, and I kept telling her that I did not want to know. To her credit, she stopped, for a while. Then they broke up, and that was when it really got bad. If she knew that I had no appointments, she would come back from the restroom, carrying her bra, and drop it into a drawer on her desk. She would parade around my desk, asking me if I wanted to.... play with her, suck her ti.... Well ididnt, I tried to stop her. She would be quiet for a while, but it wuld not last, she would call my attention to her, and slide her hand up her skirt, saying all sorts of dirty things to me.
I wanted to fire her, but she was that good at her job, I had no reason, for she told me that no one would believe me, if I said what she was doing. And I knew she was right, she was the perfect young lady if anyone else was around."


My face was burning again, and I stoped talking, hoping that Ms Woodward had heard enough, and would get the charges against me dropped.
 
I could almost feel his eyes on my legs, as I walked back to my chair. I sat down and turned my head in his direction again, making goo good eye contact for a few seconds, before he answered me.

"C.. C.... Carla is a good secretary Ms Woodward, very good in fact, its just that she, well, she, I am not sure how to put this Ms Woodward."

His gaze lowered, as he continued. Carla, his secretary was obviously after him, but her poor atempts to seduce him caused only his embarrasement and dislike, or possibly even, fear. The way he talked about it made me think of harrasment and as unbelievable as it sounded, he was the victim of it. I started to think of how to point this out, at the initial hearing in court. All the time writing small notes into his file.

His face was red and I noticed a few droplets of sweat on his forehead.
He was like a little boy caught masturbating by his mother, I thought.
Head down, face red, his shoulders hanging.......I noticed his hands. Not too big and with fine long fingers, well cared for fingernails.......he held his hands on his legs and I noticed they were trembling.

I knew that my next question would deepen his evident discomfort even more, but it was important.

"Did Carla ever touch you or did you touch her, Mr. Stern?"
 
"Did Carla ever touch you or did you touch her, Mr. Stern?"

I sat bolt upright, sorprised that she could even think that I would have touched Carla. Then I remembered the afternoon of the "event", as she called it. I had touched Carla then, but, only after my defences were lowered, well, removed, by the alcohol.

"No Ms Woodward, I never touched her, nor she me, until, you know, she got me drunk on the champagne.
I never encouraged her, not once, I tried to stop it at the beginning. She would make little sexual comments, about being horny, and not getting "it".
I told Carla, such things were personal, and she should not be saying them to me.

Not that it did any good, for that was when she started removing her bra, and shaking her ti.. breasts in the office. After that it was telling me that she shaved, you know, down there, and that loved coming to work with no panties on."


I was beginning to get very embarassed again, my mouth was dry, and my voice cracking a little. Trying to hide my shame, I raised my eyes to look at Ms Woodward, almost speaking in a whisper.

"Might I have a glass of water please, this is difficult for me, I am so ashamed."
 
Using the office intercom, I instructed Rachel to bring Mr. Stern a glass of water and an orange juice for myself.

I thought about his words, they still had a ring of truth about them, but were very very odd.
Why would a 35 year old man refuse such an obvious offer of sex from his secretary?
I looked at him as he sat there, still very tense, and almost hunched over, looking down at the floor. I found myself wondering what he would look like when relaxed, and smiling. I knew instinctively that he would be quite handsome.
It was by now, getting rather warm in my office, and I discreetly opened a button on my blouse before continuing with the questions.

"From what you tell me Mr Stern, you have no need to feel ashamed,"

I paused for a moment.

" So, as I understand it, you never had any physical contact at all with your secretary except for that of the afternoon in question?Although she had previously attempted to awaken your sexual interests in her."

Again I paused, as he nodded his head slowly.

"How much champagne did you have to drink? And did the alcohol make her seem attractive to you?"
 
]"How much champagne did you have to drink? And did the alcohol make her seem attractive to you?"

I knew that I was far too tense, and that I must try and relax, I was sweating also, a combination of the heat, and my nerves. I asked if it was all right to remove my jacket before continuing, to which she agreed. I also loosened my tie, before sitting down again. This time i tried to look at her as I spoke. She was a lawyer, and must have heard much worse than I was saying, many many times I reasoned.

"I do know that Carla opened both bottles, and I drank a lot of it. It was fizzy, not like alcohol at all, a nice taste in fact. Normally I only ever have one glass of wine, my Mother often warned me about alocohol, and what it can do to you."

Realising that this was about the fourth time I had mentioned mother, I tried to explain.

"I know that I mention my mother a lot Ms Woodward, but she was my life, teaching me, guiding me. Not that I am a mother`s boy though, I am not queer, if that is the word."

I could feel my face reddening up again, but I was determined to continue.

"I do like ladies Ms Woodward, since Mother died, I have been to Amsterdam a few times for, well, you know? There is a lady that I see there, who wears lovely high boots."

I stopped, realising that I should not be saying this to her.

"I am sorry, that is not what you want to hear. Carla, and the champagne. I do not know if it made her more attractive. I do remember her saying she wanted to see my coc... penis, as I had seen her body, naked. She would send me e mails at home, disgusting ones, with photos of things, you know, inside her. I deleted them of course, but it did not stop her. When she started to take me into her mouth, I tried to stop her, I realy did, but I felt helpless, I could not raise my arm it seemed. Then she looked at me, and said something like, "You know you want my cu,..cu...cunt dont you". I just sat there, stupified, and she, well, she did it."

My face was burning again, I looked at the wall, the ceiling, anything but at Ms Woodwards face, I was so terribly embarassed and ashamed.
 
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Mr. Stern had surprised me asking if he could take off his jacket and while he was standing before me, I noticed that he had a nice figure. He was tall and athletic.
All in all a goodlooking man, I caught myself thinking.

He loosened his tie as well, before sitting down, and looking straight at me as he answered my question.

"Normally I only ever have one glass of wine, my Mother often warned me about alocohol, and what it can do to you."

I could not help but notice that he mentioned his mother yet again.
There must be something with his mother, I thought. But what?
I smiled to encourage him to explain some more about the relationship with his mother and strangely, almost as if he could read my mind, he continued:

"Not that I am a mother`s boy though, I am not queer, if that is the word."

Are you convincing me or yourself Mr. Stern?, I wondered silently, without speaking.

Then another surprise for me, he mentioned visiting Amsterdam and a certain lady. Probably a prostitute, I thought, but I had no idea why he was telling me about his.

At last he returned to the details of the afternoon in his office, blushing profusely once again.

Carla really did just about all that she could to fuck him, I was thinking, while trying not to show how amusing I found it.

I mean, what man would refuse a blowjob? If there is one thing that will stop a man from raising his arms in protest, it is surely a woman, sinking to her knees, and taking his manhood into her mouth.

I knew that this was true, from my own experience, although Bill, my husband was rarely at home anymore. He was an art historian and senior lecturer at Oxford University. And because of the nature of his job, he spent time travelling all over the world. Sometimes we would not see one another for weeks, although he never forgot to call me every evening. Still, I missed him and our loving. I could not even remember when the last time was that we made love.

My mind was wandering, which was wrong, and unfair on my client. I closed my eyes for a second and tried to remember what Mr Stern said.

"And what exactly did Carla do to you, Mr. Stern?"
 
"And what exactly did Carla do to you, Mr. Stern?"

I shifted uncomfortably, loosening my tie some more, before speaking.

"She stood very close to me, her legs either side of mine, and then took hold of my errr thing. And she lowered her body onto it, telling me what a naughty boy I was. She started bouncing up and down slowly, and telling me that I had to f fuck her, or she would punish me. It reminded me of Suzy, in Amsterdam, who does the same thing, well almost. SI I did as she told me, and started, you know, pushing up at her."

I knew that I was blushing again, and not only that, my cock was growing, I just hoped that she could not see it happening.

"She told me to bite her meck, and her tits too, and started to hit me, as she bounced faster on my cock. She also made me scratch her back, dig my nails in she said. Then she slapped my face, hard. That was when I heard the knock on the door, and Howard`s voice calling to me. Carla immediatelt moved from me, and bent herself over my desk, she started crying, and shouting that I had raped her. Howard came in, took one look, and then called the police."

I was silent after that, looking at the floor, wishing that it would open up and bury me, in my shame.
 
I saw how he winced at my question and loosened his tie a little more. He then gave me a more detailed version of the fatal little play which brought him into my office. I could easily picture the scene in my mind: Him, sitting there, extremely excited, with Carla sucking his penis, and then when he was hard and stiff she just started to fuck him.

"Naughty boy?"...Hmmmm....punishment, Suzy from Amsterdam....he probably sat there just like he is now....red face.......ohhhhh I thought as I watched him carefully and noticing his sudden erection.

She slapped him? Was he submissive in sex?
It certainly looked to be so. Especially with the constant references to his Mother.

I felt a pleasant hot flush in my lower body, while in my mind I prepared my next question for him.

Ah, no, it was not refeering to the event.
I thought, doubting that he would take notice , even if I asked very sensitive question now. I decided to wait until later. I pressed my thighs together, trying to stem the growing arousal that I was feeling, at his words.

Howard came in, took one look, and then called the police.

So their little game was interrupted and Carla had pushed him into deep trouble. The scene, when Howard entered, must have left little doubt as to what had been going on. It would not be easy to prove his innocence, on what I had heard so far,but I did feel that he was less responsible because of the alcohol. We would also have to provide evidence, if possible, of Carla`s constant teasing, and sexual advances towards him.

It was now incredibly warm in my office, I stood up, to open a window. Passing Mr. Stern I tapped him on the shoulder and said:

"Relax please, Mr. Stern. I have heard a lot worse and although it won't be easy, we will get you out of the trouble."
For the first time he smiled at me and yes, he was a handsome man.

I opened the window and walked back to my seat.

"I think it's the best we break our conversation at this point and continue again tomorrow. I will study your case very carefully and ask you more qustions."

I checked my diary,

"Now let`s see Mr Stern, , I have a busy day tomorrow. Can you come shortly before I close my office, say at 4pm tomorrow afternoon?"
 
"Now let`s see Mr Stern,, I have a busy day tomorrow. Can you come shortly before I close my office, say at 4pm tomorrow afternoon?"

I got up to leave, thanking Mrs Woodward, and agreeing to the appointment.

I could not get home quickly enough, the last hour had been torture for me. Not so much the telling of what happened, but whom I had told it to. I had not been that embarased since Mother caught me masturbating once.

I took a shower, as soon as I could when I got home, trying to wash away the shame. All that I could do was to hope that the lawyer believed me. I just wishe dthat I had some concrete proof of some sort. Then I remembered the birthday card, from Carla.

It took me ages to find it, but there it was, in her writing.

Happy Birthday Joshua,
You know what you want,
all you have to do is ask,
love
Carla


That was it, i would take it with me, and show it to Mrs Woodward, that would prove it. I also realised that I still had one of the Emails from Carla also, but I could not show her that, not THAT picture.

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I arrived at the office at 4PM promptly, the door was open, and I stepped inside.
 
After Mr. Stern left, I collected the papers from my desk, it was late and Rachel was gone already, so I put Mr. Stern's file into my briefcase to study at home after dinner.

On the way home I had to pick up Jenny from her jazz ballet classes. Bill and I were both very proud on our 14 year old daughter as well as our 18 year old son Timothy, who was now a college student.

Jen was already waiting for me and we both talked about our day all the way home. She wanted to go out after dinner to see one of her friends, but promised not to stay longer than an hour, which I was quite happy about.

After dinner I went to my small home office, already thinking about tomorrow. I had a hearing in court with one client in the morning and two appointments in my office after lunch.
And then Mr Joshua Stern.
Going through his file once more I remembered that he mentioned Carla sending him emails. I would have to ask him about them, those could be usefull evidence for us." He would also have to tell me more about his relationship with his Mother". An inner voice told me, there was something that Mr. Stern had not told me yet............and then I remembered his erection.

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Promptly at 4pm Mr. Stern knocked at my half open office door. I called him in and he entered, looking much more relaxed than on the previous day.
 
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I was actually surprised to find that I was looking forward to my second appointment with Mrs Woodward. She had not been at all what I had expected. I thought that a case like this, would just get some newly qualified lawyer. But no, I got her, a firm strong woman, and no doubt a demon in the courtroom.

I like strong women, who know their own mind, and will take command of the situation. Some might say Carla was strong, but it was false, I could sense it. Carla was just a whore to me, who would fuck anyoine who asked.

Now Mrs Woodward, she was class, a man would be a fool to offend her, or cross her. And IO certainly was not going to do that.

I dressed casually, an open neck blue shirt, and matching slacks. Entering her office I smiled, trying to retain my relaxed feelings about her. I placed the birthday card on her desk.

Here is a birthday card she sent me, I had forgotten about that. I also found an e mail, but I cant show you that, its disgusting. She sent a photo with it. of her private parts, and a banana. Now I feel embarassed again, but I know that we have to discuss these things. Mother would have told me that, "be strong Josh, and do as you are told.", and I will Mrs Woodward, and I will"
 
Here he stood again, at my desk, looking much better than he did yesterday, and he was smiling at me. Blue suited him very well, and for some reason, it made him look younger today. Young and attractive, there was still something very boyish in his face, I was not sure what, but it was there. For a fleeting moment, he reminded me of my husband Bill..........but of course these were ridiculous thoughts, they had absolutely nothing in common.


"Here is a birthday card she sent me, I had forgotten about that. I also found an e mail, but I cant show you that, its disgusting. She sent a photo with it. of her private parts, and a banana. Now I feel embarassed again, but I know that we have to discuss these things. Mother would have told me that, "be strong Josh, and do as you are told.", and I will Mrs Woodward, and I will."

I looked at the card with a birthday cake on it and read:

Happy Birthday Joshua,
You know what you want,
all you have to do is ask,
love
Carla


"Well, that's nothing, Josh, if I may call you that? And it can't be used as an evidence that Carla was after you, or sexually harassing you. I think you will have to forward me the email and the photo and I will see if I can use them, to corroborate your story. We need to prove in court, that she harassed you for a long time if we want the jury to believe your side of the story. I have thought about this, and it is our only option. We have to prove Carla is nothing but a wanton whore, and that you are the real victim here."

I paused for a moment, looking into his eyes.

"Please sit down Joshua, I will call Rachel to bring us something to drink before she leaves, and then you can tell me all about the emails and your mother."
 
I was a little saddened that the birthday card had not turned out to be the defining evidence to clear my name.

"Please sit down Joshua, I will call Rachel to bring us something to drink before she leaves, and then you can tell me all about the emails and your mother."

I watched her, as she called this Rachel person on the phone, she was indeed a beautiful lady, with an air of authority about her. To be honest, it was this air of authority that made me feel more comfortable with her, she was in charge, and knew exactly where she was going. I took a small sip of coffee, before I started to speak, composing myself. Today I would look Mrs Woodward in the eye, whatever it took.

"The emails? There were many, I thought that I had deleted them all, but one remains. It is the one where she says that she wants me to f..f..fuck her. Just like the banana in the photo is doing. She says her, you know, her thing, tastes even better than a banana, and its all mine."

I stopped, taking a deep breath, and another sip of the coffee, before continuing.

"In the ones I got rid of, she said she wanted tying up, and me to stick things inside her, ice cubes, cucmbers, and toys, whatever they are. They were disgusting, I got rid of them straight away. She is not a nice girl Mrs Woodward, nice girls do not talk like that do they?"

I paused again, shifting in my seat, feeling very foolish, but I was being honest.

"If only my Mother were still here, she would have seen Carla off, and no mistake. She was always warning me about women like Carla, dirty whores she called them. She said her and Daddy only did "it" once, and that was where I came from. Of course I never knew Daddy, he left when I was two years old she said. Chasing these dirty whores that she hated so much."

I did not want to tell her about wehen I got caught, but I knew that I had to.

"She caught me once, you know, playing with myself, like the other boys at school did. She dragged me into the kitchen, and made me bend over the table."

My face was burning, but I had to tell her, tog et it out in the open.

"She spanked me, really hard, with a carpet beater, until I cried. From then on, every time that I did something wrong.... "

I just sat there, in silence, my gaze now lowered to hide my shame.
 
I had no idea what had happened to Mr. Stern overnight, but not only did he seem more relaxed, he also talked with much more ease, keeping his eyes on mine. I was certainly surprised, and it made our conversation so much easier.

"The emails? There were many, I thought that I had deleted them all, but one remains. It is the one where she says that she wants me to f..f..fuck her. Just like the banana in the photo is doing. She says her, you know, her thing, tastes even better than a banana, and its all mine."

"The email could be better evidence than the birthday card", I said, making notes to his files. "Especially that she has written she wanted to have sex with you."

We both took a sip of the coffee and he continued.

What I heard next really did surprise me. Not about Carla, she was obviously just a little whore, but what Joshua told me about his mother.

I've heard about similar stories before, indeed, my husband Bill once told me a similar story. That his mother had caught him playing with himself and had spanked him. All the time yelling at him that he was a bad boy. She only stopped after his buttocks became very red and hot and ordered him to take a shower. He was crying all the way to the bathroom, and exploded in his own hand as soon as he felt the water running down his penis.

Every now and then during our love making he would ask me to be really strict with him, and spank him hard. Not only that, he loved it when I ordered him onto his knees, and pressed his face into my sex. Or when I tied him to our bed, and then masturbated right in front of him untill he begged me to let him taste my juices.......

All these thoughts ran through my mind, while Mr. Stern sat there in silence with his eyes looking down at the floor.

"Your mother spanked you with a carpet beater, Joshua?" I asked softly. "What did you feel when she did that to you?"
 
"Your mother spanked you with a carpet beater, Joshua? What did you feel when she did that to you?"

The question surprised me, for this had nothing to do with Carla surely? But she was the lawyer, and I felt duty bound to answer, embarasing though it was.

"It hurt Ms Woodward, a lot, and I cried. I knew that her catching me had beena mistake, and that she was mad, but my erection.... it did not go away."

I stopped, to mop my brow, and try to avoid her eyes.

"When she had finished, I went to my room in tears, of both pain, and frustration. It was still you know... hard, and as soon as I touched it, well, it shot out, all over the carpet. I was petrified that she would see it, and spent ages trying to clean it up, with a hankie and water."

I paused, remembering, how things just seemed to escalate from then on.

Whenever she thought that I had done something wrong, she would spank me. Her hands, a hairbrush, anything that was to hand it seemed. Sometimes she would make me take off my trousers, and boxers, and tie me to the table. She would leave me there, "to consider my faults" as she put it.

It was always the same afterwards though, I would have to, well, play, releive myself. It all stoped though when she died, in the car crash. To be honest I missed it, more than i would care to admit. And when I realised, that was when I went to Amsterdam, Mother had left quite a lot of money, so I could do what I wanted really.
I told a taxi driver what I was looking for, a woman to be strong, and take care of me. He took me to Mistress Helga, she understood perfectly, and would you know, spank me and stuff, before we did IT. Niot that I did anything witn Mother, Good God no, it was something that Mistress Helga suggested, and yes, I liked it."


My face was bright red now, burning, as I tried to bury myself in my chair, and disappear.
 
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"That's ok, Josh. You should not be ashamed of yourself, a lot of men share and enjoy your experiances." I said smiling softly as I pressed my thighs together, trying to deal with my own arousal.
The picture of him without pants and boxers, and tied to the dinning table, brought back memories of the games with my husband. The trouble was, it also awoke my pussy, which now felt hot and very wet. My nipples were hard as well,and I knew that Josh could see the contours of them through my white bra and silk blouse. I leaned back on my chair, accentuating the hard peaks of my breasts........

"I doubt that you will have to tell all this in court, but the prosecuting lawyer will ask you all sort of questions and you will need to be well prepaired. He will want to know very intimate details about the afternoon with Carla, and he will try to catch you out with tricky questions.
So Carla slapped you before she took your penis into her mouth? Or did she do that when she was sucking it? Look at me Josh,and tell me about that, or do I have to spank you as well?" I continued, still smiling, and oushing my tits out at him. Silently expecting, and maybe even hoping, to see his hard erection appear in his pants soon.
 
"So Carla slapped you before she took your penis into her mouth? Or did she do that when she was sucking it?"

I was silent for a moment, unable to answer, just staring at the floor.

"Look at me Josh,and tell me about that, or do I have to spank you as well?"

I looked at her, as she requested, but that was not ewhy, it was the shock at hearing her words. or do I have to spank you as well?

She was almost lying in her chair, with her breasts pushing out, and her nipples obviously aroused. And the thought of this strong woman spanking me! "Oh my God" I thought, as my cock started to harden in my tight pants. And there was no way that I could hide my erection either. I am not small, Helga told me that, Joshua`s 7 and and a half inches of delicious red steak, she calls it.

I just stared for a few seconds, directly at her nipples, as I shifted uncomfortably before her.

"Carla did not slap me when she had me in her mouth Mistress, oh I am sorry, Ms Woodward. It was when she sat on me, and we were f..ff..fucking. Just before the knock on the door, and yes I did slap her face, as she ordered me to."

I could not believe that I had almost called her Mistress Woodward, my gaze faltered slightly, but, she had said look at her, and look at her I did. Trying very hard not to stare at her nipples, or to think of her spanking my bare ass.
 
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