|The Badge Bunnies Series
A Cop, His Wife and Her Best Friend
If she thought watching her best get a spanking got her hot and bothered, that's nothing
compared to getting one herself!
Capri Faraday hasn't seen her old college roommate in years, so she's thrilled to be able to
spend her vacation with Aly and her hot, hunky cop husband, Sam. When she gets to Tampa,
she sees a side of her friend she's never seen before - her backside, while Aly is draped over
Sam's knee getting a spanking. Capri is stunned. She's even more shocked to discover that
watching Aly get her bottom warmed turns her on like crazy.
After Aly confesses she likes getting spanked for being a bad girl, Capri talks her friend into
doing something naughty just so she can watch Sam redden her derriere again.
But when it comes out that Capri was behind the whole thing, she finds herself bare-bottomed
and getting spanked alongside her best friend. If she thought watching Aly geting a spanking
got her hot and bothered, that's nothing compared to getting one herself
Excerpt © Paige Tyler, 2012
They were in the same dressing room trying on clothes when Capri caught sight of the barely discernible red marks
crisscrossing Aly’s ass cheeks at the edges of her tiny bikini panties. Capri caught her friend’s arm and turned her back to the
lights above the full-length mirror so she could get a closer look. She almost reached out to run her fingers over them, but
stopped herself just in time.
“I can’t believe you still have marks from last night,” she said.
Aly looked over her shoulder at her reflection. “The strap always leaves marks. It’s one of the reasons I love Sam to spank me
Capri studied them again. “They look really sexy. Can you feel them?”
“When I sit down. A good strapping can do that even though Sam never smacks my ass harder than I can take. That's the best
part of getting strapped. Feeling it the next day and remembering how hot the sex was. It keeps me excited for a few days
Capri was still marveling at that as they tried on shoes a little while later. She and Aly both fell in love with the same pair.
High heels with sexy straps, they were absolutely beautiful. But they are also crazy expensive.
“You should get them,” Capri said impulsively.
Aly looked up from the shoes she'd been admiring in the mirror. “Are you nuts? I can't afford these. I could pay for a top of the
line sink for what they're charging for these things. Sam would flip out.”
“I didn’t say you should keep them. You can always bring them right back and get a full refund. After they've served their
purpose, of course.”
Aly glared at her. “And what purpose is that? Getting me in trouble?”
Capri didn’t answer. Probably because she couldn’t believe the direction her thoughts were taking. It seemed Aly wasn’t the
only one who liked being a bad girl.
Aly’s eyes went wide. “Oh, my God. You're trying to get me spanked again so you can watch!”
Capri cringed. “Why don’t you say it a little louder, Aly? I don't think they heard you down at the food court.”
Her friend pulled off the shoes and tossed them back in the box. “But that is what you're doing, isn't it? Trying to give Sam a
reason to whack my ass again so you can watch and play with yourself?”
Hearing Aly put it so bluntly made Capri’s face heat. Her friend wasn't wrong. That was exactly the thought that had crept into
her naughty head. “Yes. But it sounds pretty bad when you say it like that. Forget I said anything.”
Aly stood there regarding her for so long Capri blushed all over again. “So you really want to watch me get spanked again?”
“Okay. Then I'm up for it.” Aly pointed a finger at her. “But you have to promise to stay for the whole thing. I want to know
you're watching me the entire time, and that includes the sex afterward.”
Capri felt like Aly had just given her an extra special Christmas present. She jumped up and hugged her friend. “Deal. But
only if you're sure Sam won't freak out too much about the shoes. I don't want to get you into any serious trouble.”
“He won't. Besides, if he gets too upset, I can always tell him it was all your idea.”
Capri laughed. “Very funny.”
She and Aly giggled about their plan all the way home. Underneath the laughter, however, the sexual tension was palpable.
Capri’s clit tingled so much, she had to rub her thighs together to keep from going insane.
The moment they got home, Aly put the shopping bag in the living room, positioning it perfectly to make sure Sam couldn't
miss it. The store they’d purchased the shoes from used fancy bags with their name on them, so he’d know right away that his
wife had spent some serious change. To be on the safe side, Aly placed the sales receipt right on top.
“I’m getting spanked, guaranteed.” Aly grinned. “God, I'm so excited.”
“Me, too,” Capri admitted. “I can't believe we're really doing this.”
“We?” Aly laughed as she took vegetables and beef tips out of the fridge. “You plan on getting spanked with me?”
“Of course not!”
“Didn’t think so.” Aly turned on the oven. “You know, this will be the third night in a row that I've gotten spanked. I'm going to
have one hell of a sore bottom tomorrow.”
Capri would have felt bad if her friend wasn’t practically pinging off the wall in anticipation. Aly couldn't wait for her hunk-of-
a-cop husband to punish her while Capri watched. She wrapped her arms around her friend and gave her a hug.
“Poor Aly. Don't worry. I'll rub lotion on your bottom afterward.”
Aly’s lips curved. “Don't think I won't remind you of that promise.”
While she couldn’t resist teasing her friend, Capri was just as eager for Sam to get home. She could barely concentrate on
helping Aly make dinner.
“Do you think Sam will want to spank you the moment he gets home?” she asked as Aly put the casserole dish in the oven.
Aly shook her head. “Not with you here. He’ll do it when we go to bed.”
Capri didn’t know if she could wait that long.
Her friend refilled their glasses with iced tea. “We don't want to look too obvious when Sam comes in. That could blow the
whole deal. Remember to look natural.”
“Will he use the strap on you again?” Capri asked.
“Probably not. At least not the strap you saw.” Aly put the pitcher back in the fridge. “Sam never likes to use any particular
spanking implement too often. He doesn't want me to get bored with it, you know? He'll pick something different.”
Capri’s eyes widened. “Exactly how many spanking implements do you guys have?”
“Oh! I forgot you haven't seen our collection.” She grabbed Capri's hand and pulled her toward the stairs. “Come on. I’ll show it
to you. If you like one, maybe I can steer Sam in that direction.”
Upstairs, Aly led her into the big walk-in closet. She pushed aside the clothes that hung from an upper rack, revealing an
entire wall of spanking implements. The array was bewildering.
“There are so many. How do you ever choose which one to use?”
“Sam always picks for me, and he's never wrong.” Aly took a wooden paddle off its hook. It was so highly polished, it looked
like glass. “This one is my favorite. It doesn't look it, but it’s heavy. It doesn't leave a smack as much as it does a solid thud
when it hits my ass. I feel it all the way to my toes when he gets me good with it.”
Capri took the paddle from her friend and tested its weight. “You’re right. It is heavier than it looks.”
Before she even realized what she was doing, she reached around and experimentally smacked herself on the ass with the
paddle. She didn't do it very hard, but she still felt it through her jeans. Yikes, that thing was dangerous. Aly must have a
She handed it back to her friend. “That’s way too much for me.”
“I agree.” Aly hung it back up. “It’s definitely not something a novice should start with.”
Capri laughed. “Hey! You're the one getting the spanking, remember? I'm the one hiding behind the door playing with herself.”
“I know.” Aly reached for another paddle. This one was wider, but much thinner, kind of like a ping pong paddle. “I was just
telling you in case you decide to buy yourself some paddles. When you find the right guy, I mean.”
“Right. Like a good spanker comes along every day.”
They spent the next fifteen minutes trying out the different paddles, crops, straps and whips in Aly’s collection. Capri almost
asked Aly to give her a few smacks with each of them, but just the thought made her blush. Then she imagined Sam spanking
her, and her face colored even more.
She couldn’t stop oohing and aahing over how different they all felt. Her bottom was tingling nicely by the time she handed
the last paddle back to Aly, and she was tempted to push down her jeans and sneak a peek at her ass in the full length mirror
on the wall to see if it was red.
Aly regarded her thoughtfully. “I wouldn’t have thought it, but I’d say you're a strap girl.”
“You think so?” Capri eyed the long, brown leather strap Sam had used on Aly the night before. “Maybe so. It does leave a nice
heat as it wraps around during the swing.” She swung her gaze around to Aly. “But that was with me using it on myself. I'm
sure it’d sting much more if someone used it on me.” Like Sam. “Not that I intend to find out, of course.”
“Of course,” Aly agreed.
As her friend pushed the clothes back over the wall that held her toys, a flash of something silver caught Capri’s attention. She
reached out and pushed aside one of Aly's sun dresses to reveal a pair of chrome-plated handcuffs dangling from a hook.
“Why are Sam’s handcuffs in here with your spanking stuff?” Capri couldn't take her eyes off them. They were like jewelry.
Aly laughed. “They’re not his work handcuffs. They’re for me. Even though I loved getting spanked, I sometimes have a habit of
reaching back to cover my ass. I do it without thinking. Sam doesn't like it. He's afraid he'll whack my hand or arm and hurt
me. He’ll cuff me so I can’t reach back.”
Capri remembered hearing Sam ask Aly if she needed to be restrained during the strapping he’d given her last night.
“Sometimes I put my hands back on purpose just so he'll cuff me,” Aly admitted. “Being held captive like that is a mind-
Capri stared at the cuffs, entranced. Just the thought of having them on her wrists was making her so wet she had to fight the
urge to shove her hands down her jeans and touch herself.
“We’d better get back downstairs,” Aly said. “Sam'll be home soon.”
Her friend’s timing was impeccable. They weren't in the kitchen for more than five minutes before Capri heard the sounds of
Sam's cruiser pulling up.
Aly grinned. “Show time.”
How could she be so calm? Capri felt as if she was about to explode.
Capri’s breath hitched as the door opened. If Sam walked right past the shoes, the set-up was a bust. That was a serious
possibility. How many men would notice a shopping bag?
But Sam stopped in the living room. A moment later, Capri heard the bag rustle.
Aly winked. “Score!”
“Alyssa, what the hell are these?” Sam demanded.
“Here we go.” Aly wiped the grin off her face and walked into the living room, motioning Capri to follow.
Capri obeyed, but slowed the moment she saw Sam's face. He looked absolutely intimidating standing there in his uniform
with his arms crossed over his chest. He also looked extremely perturbed. Maybe this hadn't been such a bright idea. What if
he and Aly ended up having a fight over the shoes instead? That wouldn’t be very sexy.
Sam held up the sales receipt. “Alyssa, what the hell is this?”
“The receipt for the new shoes I bought today.” Aly took the box out of the shopping bag and lifted the lid. “Aren't they
Sam scowled. “No, they're not gorgeous. They're two weeks’ worth of savings down the drain. Alyssa, we talked about this.”
Aly put on a crestfallen face. “I guess I screwed up again, huh?”
“Yeah, Aly. You did.”
She caught her lower lip between her teeth and looked up at him from underneath her lashes. Damn, Aly was good at this.
“Are you going to spank me?” she asked softly.
Sam did a double take. He looked pointedly at Capri, then arched a brow at his wife. Aly waved a hand in Capri’s direction.
“Don't mind Capri. I told you, we share everything. She knows all about my spankings.”
Sam went from surprised to looking downright shocked. “Does she? Well then, I guess she won't mind if I take you upstairs
right now to give you the spanking you so richly deserve?”
Aly’s eyes went wide. “Right now?”
“Right now. The spanking I have in mind for you won't wait.” He turned his gaze on Capri. “I hope you won't mind if dinner is
a little late?”
“Of course not,” Capri murmured.
She could hardly wait until Sam led Aly upstairs so she could follow. The fact that he knew she knew Aly was going to get
spanked was so damn sexy she could barely stand it.
Aly hung back when Sam took her hand. “I don't think I should be the only one getting spanked, Sam. Capri is way more to
blame for this than I am. I wasn't going to buy the shoes, but she said it was none of your business what I do with my money. I
tried to tell her we were saving up to remodel the kitchen, but she was in full I-am-woman-hear-me-roar mode and wouldn't
let up. The whole store was looking at us, including the security guard. I ended up buying the shoes just to keep us from
being tossed out. If I’m getting spanked, so should she.”
Capri gaped. What the hell was Aly saying, this was all her fault? That hadn't been the plan.