He took a seat in the chair she’d vacated and took her by the elbow, guiding her to stand in front of him. “Remind me what’s about to happen, Sara.”
“I… I’m going to get a sp-spanking.”
His hand lashed out and landed sharply on her pantied rear. She gasped at the sting and her mouth dropped open in surprise. “Look at me when you answer,” he told her sharply. “I won’t remind you again, except with another smack. Do you understand?”
“Y-yes, Sir.” Her lip had already begun to tremble.
“All right then, let’s try this again. Why are you standing in front of me with your pants down?”
He could tell that she wanted to look anywhere but at him, but she forced herself to meet his eyes. “B-because y-you’re going t-to spank me, Sir.”
He thought that the way her cheeks colored with shame was downright adorable. “That’s right. And why do you deserve a spanking, Sara?”
“B-because I… I r-ran a stop sign, af-after you told me not to,” she answered quietly.
“That’s right. You’re getting spanked for being careless, for putting your safety at risk as well as the safety of those around you. Is that clear?”
“Good. Now, I feel that I have to warn you that this is going to be a very hard spanking. It’s going to hurt, a lot. In fact, you might have trouble sitting down tomorrow. But I think it’s necessary to teach you to follow the traffic laws. This is your last chance: are you sure you wouldn’t rather take a ticket?”
Sara’s eyes flitted away, but before he could scold her for it, they were back again, focused on his. They were already wet with tears. “No, Sir. I… I’ll take the punishment you see fit.”
Damn, did she have any idea how hot she sounded when she said that? He doubted it. Turning his mind away from his cock, which was starting to rise, he focused instead on the wayward girl in front of him. Yes, she needed a good lesson, and chances were she’d never speak to him again afterward. Pity. He thought that if he’d gotten to know her better, he really would have liked the woman she’d grown into. He had the feeling he had often, of both loving and hating his job at the same time. Though spanking wasn’t in the typical police protocol, he was acting as both a disciplinarian and an officer of the law right now. He loved his job, he loved that he would have a hand—quite literally—in changing Sara’s dangerous behavior. But at the same time, he couldn’t help but regret the fact that when he was through it was unlikely she’d ever seek out his company again.
Oh, well. He had a job to do, and he was going to do it well, regardless of the costs. “All right then. Over my lap, please.”
Sara shuffled forward, hindered by the jeans she still wore. She kept darting little timid looks at him, and it was all Alex could do to maintain the stern expression he wore. It had been over a year since he’d had a woman over his lap for a well-earned dose of discipline, but he was beginning to think that Sara was the only one he’d describe as adorable. Any moment now, he expected her, along with one of her doe-eyed glances that begged for mercy, to change her mind, or try to bargain her way out of getting any punishment at all. But she didn’t. Though she was timid and unsure, she moved toward him and then bent over his lap, without once asking for him to relent. Alex had to admit she’d impressed him. Most women he’d known weren’t half as brave as the girl he now held over his knees.
Not that that would spare her from the spanking she’d earned. Alex took just a moment to admire her twin orbs. Even through the cotton panties she wore he could tell that they were full and pale as a new moon. That was something he was determined to change.
“I’m going to give you a warmup over your panties,” he informed her, beginning to lightly pat her bottom. “Now, like I said, this is going to hurt, so before we get started, I’m going to lay out the rules.”
“Rules?” she asked, her voice a charming squeak.
Alex’s lips twitched. “Yes, rules. Now, first and foremost is that you cannot try to stop me from punishing you. I know it will hurt and you’ll be very tempted, but whatever you do, don’t reach back or try to delay your punishment. That will just make your spanking longer. Understand?”
“Good. You can make any noise you need to, aside from cursing or name calling.”
Sara gasped in surprise. “I… I would never do that!”
Strangely, he found that he believed her, though it wasn’t entirely uncommon in his experience for a woman to lose herself during a sound paddling over his knee. “I’m glad to hear it. Then I guess we can get started.”
He felt Sara tense at the announcement and found that he felt sorry for her. It was her first spanking, after all. She had to be scared, not knowing what to expect. He’d done his best to prepare her, but words only went so far and nothing but his hand swatting her defenseless bottom would truly show her what she was in for. He gave her a few more gentle rubs before he raised his hand in the air and brought it down with a resounding smack onto her panties.
From the very first smack that echoed through the room, Alex had Sara’s round nether cheeks blushing. Though it was her face that responded first—forget the pain, being a grown woman over a man’s lap getting her bottom blistered was embarrassing!—it wasn’t long before her round orbs followed suit. The man meant business, that was for sure! From the very first swat, she could tell that he’d meant what he said: he would be giving her a lesson that she wouldn’t soon forget.
She tried to fight the urge to cry out. Sure, he’d said that she could, had implied that she’d want to, but the thought of crying like a baby was just too humiliating. Wasn’t him spanking her enough? She already knew that she’d never be able to look him in the eye again once this was over. The silver lining to that, if there possibly was one, was that she probably would be cured of her crush, once and for all.
As the firm, solid spanks kept raining down, she had to bite her lip and use every ounce of willpower she possessed to keep from begging him to stop. Both her cheeks were blushing beneath her cotton panties—she only knew because she could feel the heat radiating—when he rested his hand on her back. Thank God. It was over, at last. It really hadn’t been that bad. It had hurt, sure, but hadn’t been anything more than she could handle.
“You took your warmup really well,” he praised her, making her smile despite the fact that he couldn’t see her face. “Now I’m going to pull down these panties and we’ll get started.”
Wait a minute, what? But… she’d thought it was over! She turned her head back to stare at him, feeling flutters of panic. She’d forgotten that he’d promised her a spanking on the bare. She’d let it slip her mind that what she’d just received was only the beginning. And knowing that she was going to lose the last bit of protection between her poor, tender bottom and his hand was almost worse than the embarrassment she felt over the idea of him seeing her bare butt. Not that there was anything she could do about it—she’d already agreed. What had she been thinking? She should have just taken her chances with the ticket!
She felt him hook his thumbs in the band of her panties and slowly, ever so slowly, they began to slide down her vulnerable, blushing rear. She winced at the feeling of the cool air as it caressed her naked posterior. If she could, she would take it all back and shovel snow all winter if she had to pay for the damned ticket! But she had a feeling that Alex Maxwell was a man who, once he got started, didn’t change his plans. It was just very unfortunate for her that his plans involved her already tender behind and his hard spanking hand.
She hadn’t thought that her panties had afforded her much protection, but from the first swat of his hand against her now bare bottom, she could feel the difference. The cotton barrier had apparently shielded her more than she’d realized. Even the sound was different—the smack somehow had a fuller echo as it bounded throughout the kitchen. But she was soon too busy thinking about how it felt to listen to the echoes of her bottom being smacked. His hand fell much too fast, first on one cheek, then the other, then down the middle, a pattern that was repeated again and again in a relentless fashion that had Sara gasping for breath.
Oh, it hurt. It hurt so terribly that all she could think about was how to make it stop. She could beg for mercy, but then again, she’d already dismissed that idea once and it didn’t seem any more plausible the second time around. Short of throwing herself off his lap and being able to sprint to the door before he caught her, there wasn’t a single thing she could think of. She wouldn’t have time to dress, which meant she’d have to hobble home with her bare, bright bottom on display for anyone who happened to be around. Sara had never thought a day would come where she’d consider such a thing, but at the moment it seemed preferable to staying where she was.
Her bottom was heating rapidly under Alex’s spanking hand and it didn’t seem like he intended to stop anytime soon. This was it—she had to either put her plan into motion, or suffer through having her bottom blistered into oblivion. Suddenly remembering his promise that she might not sit well the following day, Sara decided that she had to act, and quickly. She hesitated for another moment before she began to roll off his lap. But she hadn’t even gotten off his knees when she was caught and rolled back over.
“Sara!” Alex punctuated the scolding sound of her name with a sharp smack to her backside that made all the others feel like love taps in comparison. “What did I tell you about moving?”
Honestly, she couldn’t remember right now. The only thing she could think about was making it stop, once and for all, and never, ever ending up over his lap again. She’d deadlock all the doors of her house and bar the windows, if she had to. She’d move to Michigan permanently, if that’s what it took. She went to school there; she could learn to love it full-time. Anything to get away from this!
“Sara, I asked you a question.” Another hard volley of slaps, first to the right, then to the left, recaptured her attention.
“I… I don’t know!” she admitted, her lip trembling pitifully.
Her bad memory was punished with another two stinging spanks to each cheek. “I told you that you were not to attempt to stop the spanking in any way. Remember?”
“I… I guess so,” she answered, because a reply seemed expected of her. She didn’t remember him saying that, exactly, but if she were quizzed right this moment, she doubted she’d be able to recall her own middle name.
“And you disobeyed. What did I say would happen if you broke the rules?”
“I don’t remember,” she said, tears welling in her eyes. She could tell that she’d disappointed him, and hard as it was to imagine, that knowledge stung more than her rosy backside.
“I told you that it would make your spanking longer,” he reminded her.
“I… I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to! It just h-hurts so b-bad!” she wailed, the tears beginning to fall from her eyes. They dropped onto her cheeks one after another, coursing hot and fast down her cheeks.
“Shh. It’s okay. I forgive you. I know this is a lot to take in, and it’s your first time. That’s your only free pass, though, do you understand? I will not tolerate another delay, not now, or in the future.”
In the future? Ha! She wasn’t going to get near him with a ten-foot pole after this!
“Do I make myself clear, Sara?”
“Yes, Sir! I… I understand, Sir.”
“Good. Now, I’m going to hold you to that.” Without another word, Alex’s hand went back to work smacking up and down her cheeks as though to a beat only he could hear. Sara, her defenses worn down, began to cry in earnest, her cries and screeches adding to the very unusual musical number.
“Ouch! It hurts!” she cried out, suddenly feeling the need to state the obvious.
Hmph! Did he really? Or was he guessing merely by the color of the ass he was meticulously lighting aflame—she was sure it had to be beet red by now!—and the tears dripping onto the pants of his police uniform?
“Please!” she begged at the top of her voice. “Please, Sir, please stop!”
Alex’s hand continued the rhythm it had set without pause: left, right, middle, left, right, middle. “I’ll stop when I’m sure you’ve learned your lesson, and not a moment before.”
“But I have!” she insisted, silently begging him to believe her.
With a loud, frustrated cry, Sara decided that Alex was the meanest person she’d ever met. He sure didn’t look like it, with those kind blue eyes and that warm smile. But behind that dimple and the big, strong shoulders was the heart of a monster who enjoyed making girls cry! Clearly he must, or he would have stopped by now. Didn’t her tears show that she was sorry enough?
Well, he could forget her crying anymore, no matter how much her butt hurt. Gritting her teeth, Sara set her mouth in a determined line and vowed to take the rest of her punishment in silence.
For her first spanking, she was doing rather well, Alex thought to himself. Sure, she’d tried to get off his lap, but that was no more than he’d expected. He’d gone through that with women who got their butts reddened on the regular. Hearing that they were going to get a spanking was quite a different thing than actually experiencing it. And when the pain grew to be too much, they often forgot the rules he’d set out in the beginning. Of course, Sara was the only one he’d ever given a free pass to. Then again, she was also the first girl over his lap who’d never taken a spanking before, so he figured that it was fair. Next time, she wouldn’t be so lucky.
He shook his head at himself—he wasn’t even done with this spanking and he was already thinking about next time. There wouldn’t be a next time. After all, she’d only be here a couple of weeks for the holidays and she would probably be on her best behavior from here on out. It was a pity—she had to be the most natural submissive he’d ever had over his knees before, though he doubted she knew it.
Alex’s hand was stinging, but he knew it was nowhere near as bad as her butt was hurting her. She was trying to play it cool right now, lying all rigid and determinedly silent over his lap, but he didn’t doubt that she felt every stinging spank. Now the trick was to get her past the idea that she could freeze him out and pretend that it didn’t bother her. Only then would they come to a place where she could be encouraged to change her risky behavior.
Ignoring the pins and needles in his own palm, he pulled his arm back and let it fly against her bottom. A loud thud echoed across the room. A gasp escaped through Sara’s pinched lips, and he knew that he was on the right track. He waited a few moments, giving the spank time to sink in before he delivered an equally hardy wallop to her trembling mounds. A muted whimper from the girl over his lap was his reward. Alex used this technique again and again until finally, the icy walls broke down and Sara began to weep in earnest. Only then did he rest his hand.
Once she was past the sobs and had settled on to a softer cry, he began to speak. “Why are you being spanked, Sara?”
“B-because I r-ran a st-stop sign!” she wailed.
“Spread your legs for me, sweetheart.”
He answered her with a flurry of sharp spanks to the meaty part of her bottom where her thighs met her sore rear.
With a long, yelping cry, Sara immediately complied.
“Good girl.” He gave her bottom a soft pat, but even that made her wince. His job was nearly done here. “Now, I’ll ask again. Why are you being spanked?”
“Be-because I ran a… a stop sign.”
His hand came down on the inside of her thighs and he smacked them until they began to blush and Sara’s cries turned to pleas. “Are you ever, ever going to do that again?”
“N-no, Sir!” she answered.
He believed her, but that didn’t change what he had to do. His hand went back to reddening the inside of her thighs with quick, effective smacks. “Are you ever going to put yourself at risk like that again?”
“No, Sir!” A few more well-placed smacks had her wailing in protest and curling her legs.
“Legs down,” he ordered firmly. “Are you going to obey all the traffic laws from now on?”
“Yes! Yes, Sir! I promise!”
He spanked her inner thighs two more times each but stopped when she emitted a loud, keening cry.
“I’m sorry, Daddy!” she cried out. “Please, please stop now!”
He was caught a bit off guard, but only for a moment. “Almost, honey. We’re almost there,” he assured her before he finished her spanking with a flurry of quick smacks to the backs of her thighs, ensuring that both the inner and outer thighs were blushing. Only then did he stop and began patting the sobbing girl’s back. Most of his spankings weren’t quite so thorough, but he was determined to make her understand that she really could have hurt herself—or someone else. Hopefully what she had been through today had been a sobering awakening, but if not, the spanking he’d given her should remind her for the next day or two.
When her sobs let up, he helped her to sit on his lap and wrapped his arms around her. This was his favorite part. Not that he minded giving a well-deserved spanking. He liked the idea of meting out justice and changing behaviors for the better—hence his chosen profession. But he liked it best when it was over and he could comfort the crying girl, assuring her of his forgiveness. Sara had certainly earned it, and more than that, she’d earned his respect. All in all, she’d taken her punishment very well, and that wasn’t something he saw every day.
“I’m so sorry,” she said, weeping quietly as she buried her head in his chest.
“Shh, I know. I know. And you took it so well. I can trust you’ll be a good girl from now on?”
“Y-yes, Sir,” she replied, sniffling.
“Good. I’m glad to hear it. But I have to warn you, if I ever catch you breaking another traffic law, not only will I paddle your bare butt, but you’ll also write me an essay on the dangers of unsafe driving. Understand?”
“Yes, Sir. I un-under-stand.”
“There’s a good girl.”
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