Late night Joliet
. . . Down the alley, late - not totally secluded, but not mainstreet. Dim light casting mostly on the pole itself.
Flies buzzing around the over stuffed dumpsters - boxes and bottles strewn about
The smell of piss and grease - hot muggy night.
- a lone dog barks in the distance - the wail of another cop car speeding by on the next block . . .as the siren fades into its destiny, the only remaining sound is her heels on the gritty pavement as he leads her to the whipping pole.. . . Again.
A rope and her long raven hair in one hand - leather strap in the other - challenge me! - I DARE you!
A drunk slurs out an inaudible diatribe as he passes the far end of the alley - "perfect" Jack thought - tossing the rope over the linemans peg ten foot up.
A slight whimper escaped Hana's lips when he gave the rope one last pull for good measure, arms high - her small slender frame fully extended against the hard splintered pole.
A bottle crashes on the sidewalk, a couple fighting floors above. Wrestless night, the mood was palpable.
"Im going to enjoy this" his breath on her neck - his tone gave her a cold chill.
He brushed her hair forward, looked up the alley, down the alley - and with a forceful tear, ripped her dress off, as if some minor inconvenience. Her body trembled, heat between her legs - the rush of being completely naked, helpless - in public. Any passerby could witness her punishment. She moaned to the pole, her trusted betrayer.
Jack kissed her cheek, kicked her feet apart, and caressed her soft behind.
Even though she fully expected the familiar sting, the sudden lash across her bottom shook her - waves crashing through, another - he whipped her hard and fast - another - she could feel the welts building already - another! - her body trembled - she held herself tight against the dirty pole - oh god! - another! - she moaned - her mind reeled - "people can hear this, people can see me". The strap found its mark against her tender thighs - another!. He whipped her again . . . The unmistakable sound of old leather against bare skin echoed through the alley - she let out a loud moan, she didnt care - she wanted people to know, to hear - to see . ..
The hot pain consumed her, she surrendered, her body was his, her sex was his - oh god yes! He seemed to know, the strap landed harder - YES! - AGAIN . . .
Like a coaster on its highest descent, free fall - she released her breath - the beating stopped.
Waves pulsed through her naked body, the pain, the burning pleasure - his breathing heavy , once again on her neck - his hard member pushed against her back. Both speechless, panting .. .
Without a word he undid the rope, - she slowly lowered her stiff arms and brought her feet back together. Jack picked up her torn dress and offered it to her bound hands - not looking at her. She took the balled up dress and looked up at him, her best "im sorry" look - "come on" he said coldly, grabbing her by the arm "we're going home - you can make it up to me there".
They headed back out of the alley, Jacks pants revealing his mood, Hana, holding her only cover close - naked, hot red welts across her behind - Jack didnt care if anyone saw - Hana was secretly hoping someone did.
~fin
