WIP Naughty Lawyer Spanked (Dominated by the Futa Judge 1) (Patreon)

Well, a futa-judge story won the poll, so I started writing it. This Aphrodite Sisterhood story will see publication in September on Amazon. This is a rough draft I wrote today.

“All rise,” the bailiff suddenly announced, “the honorable Judge Mariel Redding presiding.”

Two women appeared out of the door to the judge's chambers. The first was a Black woman in clothing not dissimilar to mine, though not with a silky blouse. She dressed like a secretary, walking on heels to her place at the clerk's seat. The other wore the black robes of justice, a stern yet beautiful woman, mature in years, her raven-dark hair lacking even a hint of gray.

My nipples throbbed harder. My pussy grew even wetter as she glanced at me, her dark eyes glittering. A smile touched the corners of her lips, hungry, a predatory smile. A wave of heat washed out of me. My heart beat faster and faster.

I drank in her walk, the flow of her hair, the rustle of her robes. She had such majesty, a queen striding into her court to preside judgment. I wanted to fall to my knees. I shifted as I stood on my three-inch heels, shocked by the sensations tingling through my body.

My pussy grew wetter, hotter. My poor panties sought to contain a sudden flood of excitement pouring out of me. My eyes widened. I couldn't believe the effect this woman had on me. It was instant, magnetism. I'd felt something similar seeing a hot guy at a frat party, staring at him across the room, our eyes meeting, knowing our lusts would unite that night.

And this was even more powerful. I squeezed my hands about my legal pad, fighting the urge to let out a wanton moan. I sucked in such deep breaths, fighting the heat in me. What was wrong with me. She was a woman.

This was all Charisma's fault. Her talk of the judge being this lesbian predatory on the prowl for young, straight, female flesh.

Flesh like me.

As she sat down, her eyes lingering on me, I could tell she wanted to eat me. 

“Be seated,” she said, her tongue flicking across her lips as she kept staring at me. “Today we have on the docket case number 180380187489, Richards & Richards vs. Vaciny.”

In moments, my opponent stood up and gave his opening statement, talking about the “horrid” conditions of the apartment complex, the disregard of broken pipes and electrical equipment, the unsafe environment my client supposedly crated for the Richards to live in. I heard his words, but I had such a hard time focusing on them. Parsing them.

My attention fixed wholly on the judge. Her eyes were on me, staring at my silk blouse, my nipples on prominent display atop my conical breasts. I found myself sitting so straight, thrusting out those tits for her to play with.

“Damn,” my client whispered when the plaintiff lawyer finished. “I hope you got something more than a pair of nipplely breasts, toots.”

“I do,” I said, gathering myself.

“Ms. Makelroy,” Judge Mariel said, smiling at me. For some reason, I was thinking of her by her first name. Mariel. Such a regal name. So fitting for such a dominating woman. I shivered, my pussy on fire. “Your opening statements.”

“Thank you, your honor,” I managed to say without tripping over my words. I gripped my note cards in trembling hands, glancing down at them. It was just like giving a speech. I did this a thousand times in law school.

But those hungry eyes were locked on me. I wanted to rip open my blouse, to shove up my bra and let her see my perky tits in person. They were beautiful, twin ivory mounds topped by soft-pink nipples. I wanted her to play with them. To pinch them.

To make suck on them.

“Any time, Ms. Makelroy,” she purred, shifting. She obviously knew her presence entranced me.

And reveled in it.

“My client,” I said, the words pouring out of me almost by rote as I stared at the judge's eyes, “has been a model landlord. He has hundreds of tenets who all sing his praise about the cleanliness of his apartments and the swiftness of his repairs. The defense contends that the Richards have deliberately damaged my client's property to abuse the court system with this frivolous tort.”

As I spoke, I found myself drifting closer to the judge, wanting to let her see my nipples up close and personal. I wished I didn't wear a bra so she could see the full effect of my tight blouse molding to my small tits.

It was madness. Such a strange lust seized me.

My panties grew more and more soaked. The satin drank in my juices. And then my pantyhose. I felt it bleeding into the nylons, soaking down to my thighs. I breathed in, smelling my tangy musk. I wanted to whimpered out my passion, to fall to my knees and beg this judge to use me.

Get a grip.

“The defense has ample evidence of the fraud the Richards are perpetuating and thus are counter-suing for emotional distress to my client and for damages to my client's property. Thank you, your honor.”

“Ms. Makelroy, approach the bench,” the judge said, her eyes hard on me.

I swallowed. Did she notice how much I panted after her? Did I stumble over my words? I was so enraptured by her, I could hardly remember what I said. Did I inadvertently blurt out my desires to be used?”

I reached the bench, peering up at her. Her black judge robes hugged her large breasts. I noticed, now that I was up close, her nipples protruding against them, fatter and longer than mine. She smiled, her eyes flicking down to the papers spread out before her.

And the hot pink egg on there.

“Now aren't you just the precious lawyer-slut,” she purred. “Trying to attract my attention with those hard nipples.”

“I-I wasn't, your honor,” I gasped, staring at the egg. There was something so familiar about it. But why was it here?

“Yes, you were. Just teasing me with that leggy body and those small tits. Mmm, you're fresh from law school, aren't you?” The judge leaned closer, her words low so only I, and maybe her clerk, could hear. “Just dripping wet. You're thinking about my futa-cock ramming into that tight pussy and making you howl. So you're strutting that hot bod before me. Mmm, you're making me so hard.”

Futa-cock? Was that a sex toy and... The egg. It looked like an egg vibrator I had, but where was the cord leading to its control box? It couldn't be a sex toy.

“Yes, you know exactly what this is,” the judge purred, her fingers brushing the egg. “You're going to stick this up your pussy as punishment for your teasing. You want my futa-cock in you, you're going to have to pay. You're going to have to have that pretty pussy churned to a froth.”

It was an egg vibrator.

“Your honor, I don't—”

Her arched eyebrow silenced me. I didn't understand how, but she had such power about her. Such a commanding aura. Her hand pushed the egg vibrator closer to me. To my shock, I reached over and snagged it in a tight grip.

“We'll have a ten minute break before the plaintiff calls their first witness,” the judge said, the egg vibrator clutched tight in my hand. She wrapped her gavel. Then, quietly, purred to her clerk, “I need that pretty mouth on my futa-dick.”

“Yes, your honor,” the Black woman purred, licking her lips.

I shuddered, stumbling back from the judge's bench. My thoughts reeled. I couldn't put a vibrator in my pussy at trial. No matter what the judge said. And what was a futa-cock or a futa-dick? What sort of sex toy was that.

“Great,” Mr. Vaciny groaned when I reached the defense table. “You got chewed out giving your opening statement. Look at you, you're about to faint, toots. Why did I get stuck with a rookie.”

“It's fine,” I told him, my heart pounding. “I...I have to use the restroom. I'll be right back.”

“Yeah, yeah.” Beneath his breath, he muttered, “Probably on her rag. Got to dig that tampon out of her cooch.”

I shivered, hating him so much as I stumbled out of the courtroom. I needed to breathe. I needed to splash cold water on my face. I burst into the ladies room, staring at the trash can. I moved to throw the vibrator away.

Hesitated.

What if I made the judge mad? What if I angered her by throwing away her toy. I didn't have to put it in me, but...

I bit my lip then moved to the stall. I sat down on the toilet, not bothering to pull down my panties. I stared at the little pink toy. It fit in my palm. I licked my lips, squirming. The toilet seat creaked beneath me.

My pussy burned. My nipples throbbed. I had to win this case. I couldn't get the judge mad at me. My loathsome client my suffer. I took a deep breath. I had to put this vibrator into my pussy. Just for the judge. TO make her happy.

Not because I was dripping wet.