Free Abuse of Power - Taken by the Karinovs (Dark BDSM Erotica) by Dan Bruce Page A

such a crime is
concerned. She was responsible for her luggage – end of story. And
as for these minor bruises which she obtained whilst resisting
arrest – hardly a cause for international concern.”
    “A report must be submitted, you know that Chief Karinov. I
have my duty, as do you.”
    “Of course, my dear friend, of course - I fully understand.
Now, before you leave and compile this report, there is something I
would like you to see. A new punishment we are experimenting with,
in the never ending battle against crime.”
    “Really. I’m not sure if I can spare the time... What sort of
punishment?”
    “The sort that prevents young women from ever offending again.
There is a delectable young trollop who was caught begging from a
tourist. I was just about to witness her flogging.”
    “Oh! Well... I’m sure I could squeeze a few minutes. How old
did you say the wench was?”
    “How old would you like her to be, Mr. Flashman?”
    “I always thought that eighteen was a perfect age for the
correction of wayward girls.”
    “ Dimitri! You heard our guest - delectable and eighteen. We
will be there in ten minutes. Make sure everything is in order for
our honourable representative of Her Britannic Majesty’s
government.
    Twenty minutes later, David Flashman was sitting in an armless
easy chair beside his good friend, Yuri Karinov. Between them was a
table with two glasses filled with generous measures of cognac; a
couple of Havana cigars lay smoking in an ashtray. In front of them
stood a girl who looked a youthful eighteen, she was naked and
undeniably delectable. Dark skinned like all her compatriots, she
had shoulder length black hair and a pair of perky little breasts,
her figure was trim, and her cunt was framed by a silky black bush.
David wondered if she was still a virgin – not very likely was his
conclusion if she was under Yuri’s care.
    The girl was shivering - she had just been doused by a bucket
of icy water. She stood shaking with cold and fear – her dark
nipples looking very erect.
    “Part of the treatment,” Yuri explained. “We think the cold
heightens the senses, makes her all the more aware of her crime and
her punishment.”
    ‘Makes her look vulnerable and very enticing,’ thought David,
but he knew better than to say such things aloud in the presence of
the chief of police.
    “We are now going to test out which instrument is the most
effective. The European Union is fanatical about standardisation,
so I thought that we should have a standard for corporal
punishment. It is an onerous task. Thankfully my nephew Dimitri has
shown a special interest - his devotion to duty is to be
commended.”
    “Indeed!” replied David Flashman, tearing his eyes away from
the shivering girl to glance at the subject of Yuri’s admiration.
The young man was most certainly taking his duty very seriously. He
had stripped down to the waist, revealing a remarkable physique of
chiselled muscle which many of David’s colleagues in the British
diplomatic service would have found even more appealing than he did
the girl. He was arranging the equipment to be tested – an array of
spanking devices which David found fascinating – it was going to be
a very thorough test.
    David took a sip of Cognac then placed his glass back on the
table, his eyes returning to the shivering girl before him. Then
his attention was taken when Yuri reached over and tapped his
arm.
    “We were planning to tie her over a gymnastic horse, but I was
wondering if you might be so kind as to assist in our little
experiment. Perhaps you would be good enough to have her over your
knee and experience firsthand how she reacts.”
    David Flashman spluttered and coughed up half of his drink. He
wiped his chin with his handkerchief then looked over to Yuri whose
face was a mask of professional sincerity.
    “Well, you know that I am always happy to help in your noble
fight against crime, Chief Karinov. So yes... if you think it