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    ‘Don’t you know Ace Cooper has done an awful lot for this state?’ Judge Moses asked , his furious glare still honed in on her face, ‘Ace Cooper is a popular man. He has an awful lot of friends around here. Friends who don’t take kindly to watching him get insulted by some stick-up-her ass New York lawyer.’
    That was it, Clara had had enough. She stood up from the desk. ‘How dare you,’ she whispered.
    In a flash Judge Moses shot up from his seat, towering above her like the vengeance of Thor himself. ‘This is my courtroom and I dare as I please!’ he shouted, ‘you on the other hand need to be taught some manners.’
    A twinge of excitement lit up inside Clara despite the strange circumstances she was in. Though she considered herself a modern, self-directed woman, Clara couldn’t help but get a little turned on when some guy tried to boss her around. Maybe it was that they had the nerve to challenge her despite all her best efforts to appear strong, maybe it was something more primitive and primal than that. She didn’t know. All she knew was – as the giant masculine monster began walking around his desk towards her – a universe of sexual energy was awaking within her body.
    He came around to her side and loomed above her furiously. She could feel the heat radiate from beneath his robes as his massive rock-hard chest heaved up and down with each breath.
    ‘Well?’ he said, ‘do you need to be taught some manners girl?’
    ‘I – ’ Clara began and then paused. ‘Yes,’ she said in a dry heavy voice, ‘yes I do.’
    Before she knew what was happening, the judge reached out and pushed her abdomen down over the desk with his big strong hands. Clara let herself be lowered willfully until her face rested against the cold wooden surface and her hair got in her eyes. Her cunt was hot and wet now.
    With a whack she jerked forward as Moses spanked her hard on the ass. A wave of stinging sensation washed over her and a mixture of humiliation, indignation and intense sexual excitement danced across the surface of her brain. Through the material of her smart grey suit pants, she felt the Judge’s hand rest against her stinging ass.
    ‘I’ll teach you some manners,’ the Judge warned and then slapped her hard again.
    Clara jerked forward from the force of it. The pain felt so good, the humiliation was delectable.
    ‘You’re a harlot,’ the Judge said, ‘you like being punished, don’t you?’
    ‘Yes,’ Clara moaned.
    ‘What are you?’
    ‘I’m a harlot.’
    The Judge spanked her again forcefully and a nebula of sensation exploded through her body. Clara’s hair was in her eyes and mouth now too as her face rested against the desk. With his other hand the Judge reached up and pressed it down into the hard surface, squeezing her cheek against her teeth. He continued to hold her down like that as he spanked her, Clara rocking forward ecstatically with each blow, squealing excitedly.
    ‘Come here,’ the Judge grunted and then stepped around behind her. She felt him push his huge rock-hard cock up against her ass as he moved closer to her. Holding her head down on the desk, he dry-humped her rough and hard for a few seconds, before reaching around her waist to unbutton her pants. This was so fucking dirty. So completely wrong.
    Judge Moses undid her pants and opened them, pulling down the zipper all the way. He placed his huge hands down over her crotch, feeling the heat emanating out of her panties. She burned for him now and she thrust her hips forward towards his hold.
    ‘You’re a naughty little harlot,’ the Judge grunted, as he slid his hand in underneath her panties and against her pulsing mound.
    As his thick fingers slid down over her clitoris, Clara whimpered with pleasure. She was soaking now, completely aching to take him into her. The Judge pushed his sheathed cock harder up against her ass as he rubbed her swollen pussy lips. Clara squirmed beneath his massive hold –