She knocks on my door and Officer Todd opens it, silently inviting her inside.

You're eleven minutes late.

The message she received the week prior instructed her to show up promptly at 10:00 AM for her check-in as part of the Support for Troubled and Runaway Youth Program (STRYP), with Officer Todd. This was our first scene together, but we'd been messaging extensively about it ever since she contacted me, wondering if we might be the same person because we sure seemed to have a lot in common as far as favorite fetishes. I'd planned the scene out based on these exchanges, seeking enthusiastic consent for lots of individual things but preserving the mystery of how they all might fit together.

Her excuse for being late is traffic, but Officer Todd is unsympathetic. He leads her into a playspace surrounded by black curtains and set up to look a bit like an interrogation room, and has her sit in a chair with his own directly opposite her. She should have planned better. Where is her paperwork? She didn't bring a copy. She didn't have access to a printer, she claims. Is she even taking the Program seriously? Because it sure doesn't look that way.

Then he asks if she has been up to anything naughty. On the Internet, specifically. She confesses she has, but won't reveal exactly what, so Officer Todd does that himself. When a police officer asks a question, he explains, a lot of times they already know the answer, and are just seeing if the person being questioned is going to be honest. He pulls up an embarrassing post she'd made over a year ago, offering to sell her used panties and socks, and he reads every word of it aloud. She blushes and looks away.

Officer Todd decides she needs to be set straight, and he will show her what her life will end up like, what jail will be like, if she doesn't stick with the Program. He goes through her purse and then tells her to take off her shoes and socks, and step over to the far wall where a height measurement chart has been taped up. He hands her a placard with her name and number on it. Mugshot time. Face me, face this way, face that way.

The undressing continues, one item at a time, slow burn, shirt next, thoroughly examining each article before bagging it, either you are going to take off your pants or I will take them off for you, and placing them in a box marked "Evidence."

He laughs at her cute little bikini thong undies with various colored seashells on them. God damn, how did you ever stuff that big ass into these jeans? Turning out all the pockets, slowly, making her stand there in just her undergarments. Time for another set of mugshot pics. Face me, face this way, face that way... face the wall. Have to get one of that ass.

She's looking distinctly uncomfortable now, but we'd negotiated all of this in the days before she arrived, so we could start the scene "in character" as soon as she arrived, and she knows she can stop it anytime if it gets to be too much. I don't think she will, though. She enjoys the feeling of embarrassment, which is why I went the extra mile in decorating the set. It helps both of us stay in the right headspace.

Her bra is off now, and the underwear soon follows, albeit reluctantly. She is naked in front of Officer Todd now, blushing and looking away and keeping her hands folded over her crotch. Her long hair conceals her breasts, so Officer Todd brushes it aside to lift up and inspect underneath them (you wouldn't believe where people try to hide contraband, he explains). Also her armpits, between her toes, he'd already checked her hair and ears while she was still dressed.

Do you know what this is called, right here? She silently shakes her head no. It's called a "fupa." It stands for Fatty Upper Pubic Area. Officer Todd labels it so with a Sharpie. (Until a few days prior I wasn't even aware it was an acronym.)

Then it's measurement time. Arm length. Circumference of her upper arm and forearm. Bust, waist, hips. How many times can the measuring tape orbit that ass? About two and a half, it turns out. Nipple diameter. Distance between her nipples. For identification purposes, of course. Circumference of her thigh and calf. Each measurement noted on a clipboard I've been using as a prop this whole time. At the top it reads "POLICE REPORT" in large letters, easily visible to her from anywhere within the playspace.

Third and final round of mugshots, nude. Face me. I swear I'm going to cut off that long hair if you don't quit using it to hide your tits. Turn to my left. NO. MY left! That was a trick, and she fell for it. Officer Todd uses it as an excuse to take the Sharpie to her breasts, marking the left one "MY RIGHT" and the right one "MY LEFT." Now if you ever get confused, just look down at your titties and they'll tell you which way. Let's try it again. My left. My right. There ya go. Face the wall. Picture of each side.

This is all with her phone, which she'd set as a limit during negotiations. Only her phone for pictures.

Then a shot of her in the classic "ENF" stance, Embarrassed Nude Female, one arm over her breasts, the other hiding her crotch. This pose is so erotic in a way I can't quite articulate. Something about the helplessness on display, giving up the use of both her arms to hide the rest of her body, while also knowing it means leaving her backside uncovered. Tits, ass, pubic area. Pick two.

A picture of her wearing Officer Todd's hat and absolutely nothing else. He snaps one of her blushing face while he's at it. I love how this isn't a performance, that she is experiencing genuine embarrassment. It's so rare to find this in a play partner. Everyone's an exhibitionist.

You still think you're in charge of your life? She shakes her head, no. Yeah, you're not. How can you be in charge of anything? You've lost all of your clothes. (That's a line I borrowed from a classic ENF short film.)

But, Officer Todd informs her, there are still a couple of places on her that he hasn't searched... yet.

Get up on the table, lie on your back. Spread your legs. She shakes her head in refusal, still thinking she might escape this situation with some dignity intact. Officer Todd forces them apart. You're wet, are you enjoying this?! You pervert! Her face is burning.

A black nitrile glove snaps over Officer Todd's hand. I prefer black for this type of scene, it's less friendly than the light purple used by medical staff. Acutal police officers know this too, I'm sure. A pair of fingers go up inside her, searching. She squirms with discomfort. It's our first scene together and I don't want to push her too far, so Officer Todd relents after a few seconds. Later, during post-scene discussion, she informs me that I could have prolonged this moment.

All right, turn over, up on your knees, ass in the air. She already knows what's next. Just to drive it home, Officer Todd shows her the tube of lubricant he's about to use to coat a gloved index finger. She looks away. Officer Todd is very thorough, checking for anything she might have tried to hide up there. She makes little uncomfortable noises as he probes, and as he finally slides his finger back out. He mocks the little noises.

Stand up. Why are you still covering yourself? I've already seen everything. He removes the gloves, hands her some wipes. Clean yourself up. She obeys, turning away, ashamed and completely unable to look at him. Her humiliation is complete, but Officer Todd is not done yet.

Get back on the table, face down. He starts with a padded, thuddy rod that vaguely resembles a police baton. It doesn't hurt too much but makes a nice loud intimidating whap as her ass is struck. The big leather slapper and a small stingy flogger soon follow. Her ass and her back both turn a nice red, matching her face.

Again it's our first scene, so I aim for what she's shown in the pictures on her profile. I find out later that she has yet to exceed her pain tolerance from any scene she's done. The hardest part of all this for me is not holding back. She enjoys being hurt, and I have to remind myself of that. Ignore dad and his "Boys don't hit girls" lecture from my childhood. The Toddfather was raised in a conservative household, so he couldn't conceive that sometimes the girl wants it.

Then the front side, the slapper and flogger smacking her breasts. She winces but I can tell she likes it, but Officer Todd requires visual confirmation. Spread your legs, I want to see if you're enjoying this. Hmm, just a little bit. Go ahead, finger it you little pornstar. No? Okay then just lie there and take it. Fupa slap! That was a spur of the moment thing. Officer Todd will revisit it occasionally.

Next thing she knows, she's back on her feet, cuffed to one of the suspension rings attached to the metal I-beam running across the length of my garage turned playspace. This is the first time I've used them since I set them up pre-COVID. I make a mental note that I'm definitely hosting a rope suspension party sometime next year. Officer Todd slips a blindfold over her eyes, and it's time for more impact: More ass slaps, more titty slaps, more fupa slaps. Then a pillowcase over her head, like they do in terrorist prisons. Then nipple clamps. I found them while going through my prop box. She takes it all like an absolute champ.

Finally Officer Todd uncuffs her, removes the blindfold and sits her down again. Explains that the Program is for her own good. Is she going to take it seriously now? Next time is she going to allow extra time so she isn't late? Is she going to find a way to print out her paperwork? She nods quietly each time. Okay. Would you like to get dressed again? He brings the "Evidence" box back over and takes out one article at a time, letting her slowly pull them back on. Getting dressed with Officer Todd watching appears to be as embarrassing as getting undressed.

She asks to use the restroom, and I acquiesce. The email had stated that restrooms were not available at the check-in location. Like everything else, this was negotiated, and in this case it was her idea. We'd discussed the possibility of her wetting herself mid-scene if she couldn't hold it. I had offered her water numerous times during the scene but she declined. I had a bucket of water and cleaning supplies available to make her scrub the floor, just in case.

While she's using it, I peel off the long-sleeved shirt and black dress pants of Officer Todd, swap them for a plain black T-shirt and shorts, and revert to being just ToddCheese again.

I'm probably forgetting some details, or putting a few things slightly out of order. The entire two-hour scene was a whirlwind. A couple of details are deliberately expunged, remaining our naughtly little secrets. It's been one of the best scenes I've done in ages.

I make lunch and we talk, and she asks about the violet wand. I show her my kit, show her the glass electrodes on my arm, let her see how it feels... and before long we end up doing a full-on electro scene.

And... rest.

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