Harper realized that she liked the "bitch-hag from hell".The Commander had been gone for almost forty minutes now. Harper knew it would take at least ...ne hour. Her boss had said it was a union-related meeting and for sure, she had first seen Detective Inspector Benson, the large, black chief of the so-called d**g Squad, entering the building. He handled union things and was also a long-standing friend and ally to Ratched and on occasions being her body-guard.Shortly thereafter arrived Sergeant. A. Dirty. Whore. You. Don’t. Deserve.Mercy. I. Will. Slap. You. Until. You. Are. Raw.’ By now it was really starting to hurt a lot, and he just wouldn’t stop slapping my ass, I was about to start crying and he kept hitting me. ‘Andy stop! Please you’re hurting me! Stop please!’ That just made him go harder. We had done domination stuff before but he was pushing the limits here. I didn’t understand what was wrong with my Andy. The man I loved was hitting me even if I had asked him to stop.. Bob across the street (“Fucked by the Non-Com”) had moved, and I didn’t get screwed by him before he left, which was a damn shame. When I saw the U-Haul parked in his driveway my asshole twitched with regret. Even drunk he could fuck like a champ.So here I was on a Saturday afternoon with absolutely nothing to do. What the hell? I grabbed my wallet and keys, intent on getting in the car and driving around until something presented itself, sex-wise or not.But then I spied a movie gift card lying. "Would that drive you away?" No. If you'll be my girl, my loyalty belongs to you and I'll take your side."There was an emotional double whammy for Tallie in that statement. First of all was him calling her his girl. That had never happened before. Then, his unhesitating assertion that he was on her side - so many new things happening at once. Again, she was on the verge of telling him the big secret, but she just could not.She cried. For quite a while. After sniffling her way back to speech.