London Mistress Sapphire – Police Story 1 – written by Mistress Sapphire
Your head was pounding from the drinking binge that you and your mates had been on the night before, and you had a truly disgusting taste in your mouth. Everything that had happened was just a blur, but you did dimly remember having to be carried to the police van, and the duty custody sergeant at the station lecturing you on public decency. It was probably at this point that you passed out. A key rattled in the lock of the metal cell door and it slowly creaked open. How could a door make so much noise? You were sure your head was about to explode.
A female officer stood in the doorway, grimly staring at you with that look that said, “Don’t mess with me, sunshine.” She introduced herself as the duty custody sergeant. Apparently you had urinated in the street in full view of the cctv cameras as well as numerous passers-by. You could not remember doing such a thing. It was just your luck to have it recorded. No matter how much you tried to deny it the evidence was there, on film.
She glared at you as she rattled off the official caution. “You do not have to say anything, but it may harm your defence if you do not mention when questioned something which you may later rely on in court, anything you do say maybe given in evidence. Do you understand?” You meekly replied yes, your mind in overdrive as you tried think of a way out of this disaster. If your boss heard about this you’d be out on your ear. She then explained that because the courts had such a backlog of cases, and your offence was a comparatively minor one, you could if you wished elect to take your punishment from her, rather than wait to go to court. The latter would entail the case hanging over you for months and, far worse, all the attendant publicity in the local paper. Reluctantly you agreed to be punished by the female sergeant.
You were allowed to sleep off your hangover, and it seemed like hours before the cell door opened again. Your headache had subsided but your mouth felt like the proverbial bottom of a parrot’s cage. Until now no one had actually mentioned how the punishment was to be given or indeed what it was to consist of. This time it was a wpc who stood in the doorway. “Sergeant Sapphire will deal with you now,” she said. “Follow me to the punishment room.” Your jaw dropped as you saw the black leather-padded bench with the straps dangling from it. The sergeant stood beside it, her immaculate white uniform shirtsleeves rolled up, holding what looked like a very heavy cane. “Undress quickly then come here to the bench.” She smiled grimly and swished the cane through the air. “This is my dragon cane,” she said. “Not all dragons are from fairy tales and this one bites, as you are about to find out……. Now bend over!
