MasterCaneman -> RE: Your best-ever scene (3/25/2013 8:40:00 AM)
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My most memorable scene wasn't a scene as per se. It happened while in real-life while I was training at the Utah POST academy for Catgeory II Peace Officer back in the '80s. For those who don't know, that's the necessary first step to becoming a "real" accredited officer in that state. Cat IIs generally went on the be court officers, constables, and correction officers. As part of our training, we of course had to learn how to properly handcuff people, both compliant and noncompliant. After learning the correct way to do it, the instructor would pair us off to practice, with a focus on people of different body sizes, because in the real world, a cop doesn't get to choose someone of the "right" height, weight, and disposition to allow them to restrain them. As a result, we'd be paired up as "Mutt and Jeffs", i.e. someone large, tall and heavy with someone short and light. One of my "study buddies" was a little woman about five feet tall, weighing perhaps 100-120 lbs, who wanted to become a CO. She was nice, pretty enough, married, a couple kids so we weren't thinking along any of those lines. And this happened in the gym at the academy gym. No dungeon, costumes, or nothing like that. We were all dressed in gym clothes and sneakers and on mats. The exercise went along well enough during the rotation drill (we'd swap out with each other to get to understand how different body types reacted), and then we had to focus on extreme differences. Remember, we were classmates, and the hardest thing to do was to remain cordial and professional. The instructor told us to really resist during the noncompliance drills. You wouldn't think that a little tiny woman would be difficult for a 180 pound guy fresh out of Army Basic & AIT, but if they don't wanna get cuffed, it is surprisingly difficult to do correctly, that is, without inflicting any damage a real perp and their lawyer might use against you later. After a couple of lame attempts (entire class) the instructor got pissed and started telling us to really, really resist. She became a little wildcat then, twisting, turning, even kicking at me as I tried to hold on to her and get her hands and arms in the right position to do a proper hookup while at the same time not hurt her. After a couple of failures, I started to get pissed off, and I guess I loaded up a little more testoterone than I should have. When he blew the whistle, I did the verbal part of the drill, you know, "You're under arrest..." while I grabbed one of her arms and started the process. Just like the last couple times, she reacted like she'd hit a live wire, twisting, turning, even screaming at me as I struggled to hook her up. Hell, she even tried to bite me. As this was going on, Mr. Happy decided he liked this action, and started to wake up. I think that shot o' man juices helped me, because I really powered her down and got her hooked up. I was fully aware I had a raging boner by then and that's when I noticed her nipples were sticking out like they were gonna tear through her t-shirt. I also noticed that we had more or less become the center of attention for the whole class by then. We were both out of breath and the instructor let us take a break to "cool off". She was blushing like a schoolgirl, and I guess I was too. By the time I hit the john, my erection had subsided, and I came back as fast as I can so they couldn't tease me about rubbing one out, but I had gotten just a little more excited about it than perhaps I should have been. For the record, she took a lot longer to come out of the ladies room than I. After class, the instructor pulled both of us aside, separately, to have a private word. I don't know what he said to her, but he spoke to me about being careful about getting "too friendly" with classmates and potential co-workers. I can't recall his exact words right now, but they were delightfully vague as to be careful about fraternization, along those lines. When we met in class the next day, she had a dizzy little smile. I bet her husband had a great time the night before. I was tempted to ask her if she wanted to "practice" sometime on our own, but I was young and didn't quite have the stones yet to do that. No, it wasn't a classic "scene" in the kink sense of the word, but definitely memorable. By the way, we both passed that part of our studies with an "A", if it counts. [:)]
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