Episode 5: Girls in Blue
William “Spanker” Johnson - Bill to his friends, would have been just another burglar but for a careless blunder that landed him in the Sunday papers. He broke into the house of a young and beautiful international pop sensation. He didn’t realise she was home when he tried to pocket her jewellery. She awoke to find him in her bedroom and when he tried to escape she hit him over the head with a vase. It wasn’t a good choice of weapon. The thin and expensive porcelain shattered painfully but only served to infuriate Bill. He retaliated by turning the girl over his knee, yanking down her pyjama pants, and giving her the spanking of her life. He might have got away with it but as he left the house he took off his balaclava and was instantly snapped by the early morning paparazzi. When the story broke – POP STAR ROBBED AND SPANKED! - Bill found his face plastered across the Sunday tabloids. It cost him three years in prison and earned him a reputation with the police as the spanking burglar.
Bill served his time, but from the day he was released, he
took it as a personal challenge to make spanking a trademark of his
burglaries, while never leaving enough evidence to get caught. However,
Bill didn’t only rob pretty girls with spankable bottoms. Sometimes he
would carry out a straightforward burglary and that was his plan when he
broke into Jennings Warehouse. He knew it was empty so he really didn’t
expect to have anyone to spank. But his plans changed dramatically when
police officers Jane Harris and Pamela Ross spotted the open door and
decided to investigate.
The two girls were on their way to the station when
they saw that the warehouse had been broken into. Jane a pretty short
haired brunet, was due to work in the offices and had elected to wear her
dress uniform, a white shirt with checked cravat and dark blue pencil
skirt. Pamela, an athletic blond with her long hair tied in a ponytail,
was dressed for a morning in the community and had put on her dark blue
tee shirt and lightweight uniform trousers that hugged the curves of her
well-toned bottom, a bottom that had earned her the nickname WPC Rear of
the Year. As they entered the warehouse, both girls wore their stab-vests
and uniform hats.
Inside the warehouse, boxes and crates were stacked
in enormous towers forming a maze of cardboard corridors.
The girls cautiously set off together down a wide central gangway.
At the first crossroads they decided to separate. Jane continued forward
but Pamela crept slowly along a narrow pathway to the left. At the end of
the passage, she turned right. She had only taken two steps when Bill
pounced from the shadows. She hadn’t seen or heard him and was taken by
surprise when he grabbed her from behind. Bill wrapped one strong arm
around her body, pinning her left arm to her side. In his right hand he
had prepared a strip of strong adhesive tape and he slapped it over her
mouth before she could alert her companion. She flayed around, clawing at
his balaclava, kicking at his legs and trying to remove the tape. Bill
managed to unhook her handcuffs and clipped them onto her left wrist. He
pulled both of her arms behind her back and clipped her right wrist into
the cuffs. Lowering her to the floor, he wrapped his arm around her legs
and taped her ankles together. Finally
he hoisted her over his shoulder and carried her over to a sidewall where
a table and two chairs had been placed. He deposited her on one of the
chairs and stepped away into the shadows, leaving Pamela as bate in his
Jane had finished her search of the main gangway and
had started exploring the smaller side routes. As she turned a corner she
saw Pamela struggling at the far end of a narrow passage. Quickly, she ran
to free her helpless colleague. In her haste she didn’t realise that
Pamela’s panic stricken eyes were trying to warn her of the trap. The
second she emerged into the open space Bill grabbed her. This time there
was no need for a gag. He embraced her from behind, pinning her arms to
her sides. He lifted her off her feet and carried her over to the table
where a narrow drainpipe ran down the wall. Bill was able to force her
arms forward and handcuff her to the pipe leaving her bent over the table
ideally positioned for the spanking he planned to deliver.
“Now,” he said. “Don’t you make a pretty
pair; Two girls in blue.” He turned to Pamela. “You, young lady, are a
very bad girl. My shins are bleeding after all that kicking.
I’ve got a good mind to put you across my knee and spank you
until you can’t sit down for a week.
And as for you,” he said, turning to Jane. I’m sure I can find
something to give that sexy bottom of yours a paddling you’ll never
Pamela looked furious but couldn’t say anything
because of the tape.
“We know who you are,” said Jane angrily.
“You’d better let us go now before this goes too far. If you lay one
finger on us, Bill Johnson, you’ll spend the rest of your life in
“That’s a convincing argument,” said Bill.
“I’m almost tempted to walk away. But…”
He looked at the swell of Jane’s hips as she was
bent over the table, the curve of her bottom in her tight pencil skirt,
just waiting for his attention, and Pamela sitting silently, fuming,
awaiting her turn. It would be the panicle of his spanking career to smack
the bottoms of these two policewomen. He had to do it.
“I don’t know who Bill Johnson is,” he lied.
“And you don’t know who I am and you can’t prove anything.”
Bill considered himself a skilled professional and he
carried the tools of his trade in a holdall. He always had a crowbar, lock
picks, wire cutters and tools for safe cracking but because he was
“Spanker” Johnson he also carried a large heavyweight hairbrush and a
spanking paddle that he had lovingly fashioned from a piece of hard wood.
Now he reached into his bag and pulled out the paddle.
When Jane saw what was coming she knew she was going to be first. She pulled frantically against the handcuffs but the drainpipe held firm. Bill walked slowly up to her and took up his position for a good swing. He placed the paddle against her skintight skirt and rubbed it against her bottom. Jane squeezed her eyes shut and gritted her teeth. She knew how much a paddling could hurt because she had experienced it once before when a group of cadets had initiated her at police training college. But that was six years ago.
Bill took a deep breath, raised his arm high and
whacked the paddle hard against her bottom. The pain was explosive and
much more ferocious than her college experience. Tears sprang to her eyes
and she stifled an agonised scream. Pamela watched in horror and struggled
in anger and frustration at this maltreatment of her colleague. A second
blow landed with a resounding crack and the fire doubled in a strip across
Jane’s bottom. This time she could not suppress a howl. She fought again
with the handcuffs but could not free herself. She longed to reach back
and rub her stinging cheeks. Bill struck again and again and each blow
increased the unbearable agony. Jane thought it was never going to end. Suddenly
the paddling stopped. There was a
moment’s hesitation and indecision then Bill took hold of the zip at the
back of her skirt and pulled it down opening up a triangle of bronzed
“No! Don’t you dare!” sobbed Jane.
Bill took hold of her skirt and despite her
struggles; he managed to work it free and slipped it down her legs and
off. He was delighted to find that Jane had chosen to wear stockings.
The dark silky nylons ended halfway up her thighs and left naked skin up to
the sore red flesh that peeked from her black cotton panties. He placed the paddle against the partly covered skin.
Jane felt the cold wood against her burning bottom. She felt him raise the
He placed the paddle against the partly covered skin.
Jane felt the cold wood against her burning bottom. She felt him raise the
“No! Please! Stop!” she cried pulling with all
her strength on the handcuffs in a desperate attempt to be free and to
protect her stinging bottom.
Bill took careful aim at the soft lower half of
Jane’s scantily covered rear then swiftly and ferociously thwacked the paddle hard
against the exposed flesh. Jane’s head shot back and her hips danced
against the table. A second blow had her legs kicking and with the final
agonising shot she was crying uncontrollably.
Bill put down the paddle, satisfied with his efforts.
Now he turned his attention to the helpless policewomen bound and gagged
on the chair by his side. Pamela shook her head and looked around panic
stricken, knowing she was next for a soundly smacked bottom.
Bill carefully pealed the tape away from her mouth.
Pamela struggled against her bonds but there was nothing she could do.
“Let me go you, you …” the words ended abruptly with a cry as Bill pulled
her off the chair, sat down and turned her over his knee. He looked down
admiringly at the young woman before him. Even in her police uniform she
displayed an outstanding figure with her slim waist, round hips and “rear
of the year” bottom tightly covered by her thin, tight trousers.
wasted no time. This bottom was begging to be spanked. He raised his hand
and slapped it down fast and hard, relishing the sharp crack and the sting in his palm that
meant Pamela’s bottom was blazing even more. With a sparkle in his eye
and a mad grin on his face concealed by his balaclava, Bill laid into
Pamela’s bottom with a vigorous tirade of spanks that soon had her
pleading tearfully for him to stop. Bill kept up the pace for a minute,
two minutes, five minutes. Pamela writhed about, crying and twisting her
hips to try and avoid the incessant stinging smacks, but with her hands
locked into the handcuffs she could do nothing to protect herself.
her go,” screamed Jane. “Can’t you see she’s had enough.”
Bill stopped. He was panting with the effort of the
vigorous spanking. His holdall was down at the
side of the chair and he reached into it. “I wasn’t going to use this,
but seeing as you decided to interfere I think I’ll give your friend the
rest of her spanking with a hairbrush.” He pulled out the brush and
placed it against Pamela’s trembling bottom.
“Oh no! Please! Why didn’t you just keep quiet
“I was trying to help,” said Jane. “But don’t
you go blaming me. I told you we had to wait for backup but you insisted
on coming in. It’s your fault we’re in this mess. Maybe you deserve
everything you get.”
“Enough!” said Bill. “I don’t want to hear
your petty squabbles. Keep quiet if you know what’s good for you.”
Bill took a tighter grip on the hairbrush and once
again admired the waiting target. He hooked his fingers under Pamela’s
stab vest and dragged her further over so that she was bent over his left
knee. He used his right leg to pin her in place ensuring that her bottom
was uppermost and her pants
were stretched even tighter. Raising the hairbrush he set about giving her
a second furious spanking that soon had her bawling and struggling to be
When the spanking finally stopped, Bill lowered
Pamela to the floor. “Now,” he said. “I came here to rob this place
so you two wait quietly while I check out the safe in the office.” With
that, he disappeared from view.
As soon as Bill was gone, Pamela struggled up onto
her knees. Still sniffling, she shuffled over to the wall next to the
table and managed to work her way onto her feet. Turning her sore bottom
to the table she started to push the obstacle out from under Jane’s
body. Jane stood on tiptoes and when Pamela gave a swift shove, the table
slid out of the way. Now Jane was able to move up to the drainpipe, giving
her limited movement in her hands. Pamela twisted around and Jane was able
to reach into her colleague’s pocket and retrieve the handcuff keys.
Seconds later Pamela was free of the cuffs and able to rub her stinging
bottom and then rip away the tape that bound her ankles. Soon Jane was
also free. Then they heard Bill returning.
The two girls took up position as if they were still
bound. As Bill came confidently closer, Jane leapt to her feet and swung
around with her nightstick, whacking him behind the knees. Bill went down
like a stack of cards. Instantly the two policewomen were on him and soon
they had him pinned down and handcuffed. They pulled off his balaclava and
dragged him to his feet. Bill gave an embarrassed grin.
“Er, ha ha. It was just a bit of harmless fun,
girls, I hope there’s no hard feelings.”
“No bloody hard feelings,” said Jane, snatching
her skirt off the floor and pulling it painfully up over her sore bottom.
“You’re nicked Johnson and you’re going to prison for a long, long
As the two policewomen escorted Bill away from the
warehouse, backup finally arrived. PC Tim Williams had received news over
the radio that the WPCs were in danger and had dashed over from the home
of Susan and Mandy Harper where he had been administering some unofficial
police discipline. He was relieved to find that the girls had everything
under control and had arrested the felon.
“The inspector wants to see you two when you get
back to the station,” said Williams. “I think you're in trouble for
taking on Spanker Johnson without backup. But now you’ve arrested him I
suppose you’ll get a commendation.”
The two girls looked at each other. If news got out
that they had been trapped and spanked by Johnson they’d be on school
crossing duty for the rest of the year. Not to mention that they would be
the laughing stock of the station.
Jane pushed Johnson into the back of the police car
and climbed in beside him. “Now listen to me Johnson,” she said.
“I’m arresting you on suspicion of burglary and you’ll probably
serve a few months in an open prison. If anyone finds out that you spanked
me and WPC Ross then I’ll see to it that you’re charged with sexual
assault, assault with a deadly weapon, grievous bodily harm, kidnap and
imprisonment. I might even throw in attempted rape. So make sure no one
finds out. Is that clear?”
Johnson nodded his agreement. He couldn’t believe
Six weeks later Bill stood in Springwood Open Prison
using the phone. For all his faults, he was devoted to his daughter and
had been a single parent for years. He rang his girlfriend, Alison. At
twenty-two she was much younger than him but they had been living together
for two years before he was arrested. In Bill’s absence, Alison was
looking after the troublesome teenage girl.
“I haven’t got long Alison, so listen. I need you
to do me a big favour. It’s parents evening at Julie’s school on
Monday night and I need you to go and find out how she's doing.”
“OK,” said Alison thoughtfully. She had been
having trouble taking on the roll of parent and she thought that maybe the
school could give her some tips. “I’ll let you know how it goes.”