455. Chapter 455

After The Mistress Always Spanks Twice

Episode 2.16

By

UCSBdad

Disclaimer: Whip me, spank me, force me to say I don't own Castle. Rating: T Time: See above

Mistress Heat

By Richard Castle

Nikki Heat examined herself in the mirror. She wore red, patent leather knee boots with bright red silk stockings held up with deep red garters. She had on red patent leather bikini bottoms with a matching bustier. Her hair was pulled back in a severe bun, her make-up highlighted her hazel eyes and her flawless cheekbones. She checked her riding crop and walked in to meet her first customer of the day.

"Thomas!" She barked sharply. "Who told you that you could sit down?"

She dark haired man shot to his feet. "No one, I just thought…"

Her crop slapped his butt, but only lightly. "You will do as you are told and you will call me Mistress Heat. Do you understand that?"

"Yes." He said in a shaky voice.

"Yes?" Mistress Heat said coldly. "Is that all you have to say to me?"

"Yes, Mistress Heat. Thank you, Mistress Heat!"

"That's better." She looked him over. "You are a submissive sort, aren't you?"

"I try to be dominant. I became a cop to be in charge, but it didn't work."

Mistress Heat laughed sarcastically. "You? Dominant? Be serious."

Thomas nodded and began to cry. "I tried. There was this other detective, she was beautiful and sexy and….dominant. I hoped that we'd be…together, but she went with another man. And he wasn't even a cop."

"But your problems hardly started there, did they, Thomas?" Mistress Heat used her riding crop to lift Thomas' face up so he could see the disdain on her face.

"No. When I was a little boy, I had two imaginary friends because sometimes one of them wouldn't play with me. My Dad and Mom kept moving and not telling me where they went. When I became a cop, I was in the K-9 Unit, but I was spending all of my money on gourmet dog food to ty to make the dogs like me. They hated me. When I threw a ball, they refused to chase it."

Nikki shook her head. "You're hopeless, Thomas. Your time is up. Please pay on your way out."

Nikki hurried back into her dressing room to freshen her make-up, but also to talk to her fiancé, the ruggedly handsome reporter, Jameson Rook. As she reapplied her make-up, Jameson stood behind her, running his hands over her flat, muscular stomach.

"He's not the droid we're looking for." He said.

"But he is one suspect we've eliminated." Nikki replied. She heard the door to her room open and close. "Another customer."

The next customer was a once attractive redheaded woman.

"You're name is…Meredith?" Nikki asked, disinterestedly.

"Yes." She began to cry. "I don't know what to do. My acting career is in the toilet and my ex-husband who I have been shamelessly sponging off of has remarried and won't support me any more."

"An actress?" Mistress Heat said, laughing cruelly. "What do you play, homeless bag ladies?"

"I once had a part on Model Cop. I was the murder victim. They got a shot of my legs. I have great legs."

Mistress Heat shook her head. "Model Cop? My mother used to watch that when she was a girl. You are way past your best by date, Meredith." Mistress Heat gestured to her own perfect legs and then to Meredith's rather flabby legs. "I've seen better legs on an elephant. That said, bend over and I'll spank you."

"Oh, thank you, Mistress Heat. I need to be punished. I've been such a bad girl."

"You haven't been a girl in this century." Mistress Heat muttered.

When she talked to Rook, Nikki concluded that this Meredith wasn't their perp. "Imagine her thinking she had good legs when she was with you, Oh Mistress Heat of the Perfect Legs."

"Just my legs?" Nikki said flirtatiously.

"Your legs, your ass, your boobs, your face, in fact everything."

"Just checking."

The next customer/suspect was dressed in a conservative dark suit, white shirt and striped tie. His hair was cut short. "My name is Will." He said.

"Like I care. Like anyone cares." Nikki shot back.

"You're so right." Will began to cry.

Nikki encouraged his tears with her riding crop. "You're just not dominant, are you?" Nikki said contemptuously.

"No, I ran away to Boston because the woman I was with was too much woman for me to handle. She ended up with another man."

"Boston?" Nikki snarled. She pulled out her NY Yankees World Series Championship ring that she wore around her neck on a chain. She had been given the ring for her help in bringing Alex Rodriguez out of his shell. "You're not a Red Sox fan, are you?"

"NO!" Will screamed. "I swear. I was young, I didn't understand what was involved. The other guys said it was the cool thing to do. I only went to a few games."

"How many games?"

"Eighty one." Will said in a whisper.

"Leave. Pay on your way out and don't come back."

Her next customer was a blonde with enough make-up on to furnish a beauty salon. Although well dressed, she exuded an aura of failure.

"My name is Gina." She said in a small voice. "And I'm a failure."

"I could have told you that." Nikki said, "The part about failure. No one cares what your name is, or even if you have one."

"I can't believe he divorced me." Gina said.

"I can. What I can't believe is that he married you. Who the hell is this man with such poor judgement?"

"His name is Rick, and he's handsome, rich, funny and married to someone else."

"Duh!" Nikki said, using a paddle on Gina's behind. With every blow, her flabby body bounced like a bowl full of jelly. Speaking of a bowl full of jelly, I need to get a Christmas present for Rook. She thought. "I'd suggest you buy a dog if you want a friend."

"I tried, but they ran away." Gina sobbed. "One of them carved a fake gun out of a bar of soap and bluffed her way out of my apartment."

"Animal cruelty." Nikki shook her head. "That's all of you that I can take for one day. Get out."

Her last customer for the day was dressed in black leather. Across the back of his jacket was a scroll that read: Heck's Angels MC.

"Who are you kidding?" Nikki sneered.

"No one." He sobbed. "No matter what I do, I never get the woman in the end."

"We don't do that sort of thing here." Nikki snapped. "No sexual contact is allowed."

"In that case, can you spank me?"

"I'll have to put on rubber gloves first." Nikki said, putting on a pair of crimson rubber gloves. "We're having a special this week on cattle prods. Half price."

The biker shook his head. "After she left me, I used to spank myself to punish myself for not giving up everything and doing whatever she wanted."

"It wouldn't have worked." Nikki said as she used her paddle with gusto. "What can you offer any woman?"

"You're so right." He sobbed. "Spank you very much."

"No. I spank you."

As he was leaving, Nikki called out to him. "You'll have to ride standing up, remember."

Nikki walked back to her dressing room and discussed the case with Rook. They agreed that none of their suspects was their perp.

"Should we go back to your loft?" She asked softly.

"Would you wear that back home?" He asked.

"I thought you'd never ask."

Although their lovemaking lasted for many hours, neither one of them ever said, "Apples".

Kate closed her husband's laptop. "Rick, could I talk to you about this story?"