Post Number: 33
|Posted on Monday, June 18, 2007 - 12:27 pm: ||
On a chilly night in March, while driving down a quiet country road, miles from town, a rookie deputy sees a truck run a stop sign and pull right out in front of her. She pulls the truck over, and radios in the license plate. The driver, a handsome older man, dressed in a botton up shirt, slacks and polished boots, stepped out of the truck and awaits her approach.
"What was that? Didn't you see that stop sign? Do you know what STOP means?" she asked rudely.
Calmly he took a step back and said, "Yes I do, Ma'am. I suppose I was in a hurry and disregarded it. I apologize, that wasn't a wise thing to do on my part."
She smirked at him. Her attitude obviously not swayed by his politeness. "Give me your license and insurance card. You are getting a ticket! No amount of sweet talk is going to get you out of that!" She took the documents and returned to her patrol car, to write the ticket.
The man couldn't believe her behavior. "She must be a rookie. It appears someone should have put her over their knee a long time ago, maybe she would be a more respectable person," he thought to himself.
She returned several minutes later, with the yellow slip of paper, and threw it at him. "Failure to take care of this ticket will result in a warrant for your arrest. I suggest you pay for it. Now, get out of here." She turned around and went back to her patrol car. She sat there waiting for him to head down the road.
The man sat in his truck thinking a moment. "She is going to get herself hurt. If she has that attitude with the wrong person, bad things could happen," he spoke to himself.
The man got back out of the truck, and walking back to the patrol car. The deputy stepped out of the car, "What do you want?" "You are not going to try to bribe me out of a ticket now, are you?" she smarted off to him, slamming the door to her patrol car.
"No, ma'am, I am saving your life." Before she could question his reply, he spun her and pinned her against the side of her patrol car. "STOP! What are you doing?" she wiggled and pushed against him. Trying to get the upper hand. The man took a pair of handcuffs off of her belt, and cuffed her hands above her head, to the light bar of her patrol car. He reached around her and took her belt off, throwing it into the patrol car, and then pulling her pants and panties her her ankles.
"STOP!! PLLEEASE! THIS IS GOING WAY TO FAR, JUST FOR A TICKET, LET ME GO!" she screamed at him. He could see her shaking in the moonlight, and could only imagine what she must be thinking he was going to do to her.
"Calm down, you are not in any danger. I am not going to harm you. I am going to teach you a lesson about respect and being polite young lady deputy."
She heard him take his belt from his slacks. She fought against the restraints, trying to get away. She was still yelling at him franticly, to release her.
"You need to stop screaming, I haven't actually gave you a reason to start yelling. yet. I suggest you stay quiet. You wouldn't want someone to see this, it may be a bit embarassing."
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! he continued at a decent pace, whipping her bottom with the belt, with the accuracy of years of experience.
She screamed in pain. "STOP! OOOOUUUUCCHH! PLEASE!" she gasped! " YOU LET ME GO RIGHT NOW! she started cussing him, using words he had never heard fly out of a womans mouth. Disgusted, he walked toward his truck.
"STOP! YOU CAN'T LEAVE ME HERE! STOP! RIGHT NOW!" she didn't want anyone to find her like this. She had tried so hard to prove to the men on the department, that she could handle herself. This would be humiliating.
He turned, "I am not leaving you, I will be back in a minute."
When he returned, he was amazed at the turn of events. He thought he would never use this paddle again, he was going to give it to his son, who had just married a somewhat unruly wife. He had put it in his truck, just today, so he wouldn't forget it.
He started swatting her bottom, with hard quick swats. Her body stiffened, she gasped.
"You young lady, need to learn that just because you have a badge, that doesn't give you the right to treat people like dirt."
The swats kept coming. It felt like her bottom was aflame! She was now begging him to stop, still wiggling, trying to get away, but it was no use.
"You treat the wrong person with the disrespect and rudeness that you did me, you are going to get hurt,..or worse."
"I am saving your life, by teaching you this lesson, and doing the community a service, here tonight."
He kept on, and soon she grew quiet, her body relaxed, and she stopped wiggling around. He slowed the swats to a crawl, and could hear her sobs. He gave her 2 or 3 more hard swats and then laid the paddle on the car. He pulled panties and pants back up and tucked her shirt back in, squaring her uniform the best he could, with her still cuffed. He then removed the restraints but kept ahold of her hands.
"What have you learned?" he asked. Her head was down, not wanting to look him in the eyes..tears still streaming down her face. He lifted her chin and made her look him in the eyes.
"I am sorry sir, I had no right to treat you the way I did, and I will not treat anyone like that again."
Satisfied with the answer, he let go of her hands and bid her farewell. He grabbed the paddle, and walked back to the truck, got in, and pulled away.
The deputy cleaned her face, straightened herself and put her belt back on. Her bottom felt like it must be glowing threw her polyester pants. She rubbed her bottom, trying to relieve some of the burn and then leaned against the cold exterior of her car, which felt soothing, and smoked a ciggerette, thinking about what had happened.
The next morning, the Sheriff called her into his office. She sat down softly on the chair, hoping he didn't notice her wince.
"I received an interesting phone call late last night. The gentleman told me a story, about a deputy of mine being taught an important lesson in respect. Would you know anything about this?" he asked with a bit of a smile to his face.
"No, sir. I don't have any idea..."
(To be continued..)
"Teach me a lesson, please..."
Post Number: 420
|Posted on Monday, June 18, 2007 - 01:27 pm: ||
Ohh.... I love it SD. Although if I were here I would have sued! (And gotten spanked for it all the more)
I can't wait for the rest of it!
Thanks for sharing!
Post Number: 16
|Posted on Tuesday, June 19, 2007 - 02:29 pm: ||
What a great post, SD. I, like Bethie, am anxiously waiting for the rest of the story.
I wish, for your sake that its a true story, but fear it is still just a dream?
thanks for an interesting story.
Post Number: 431
|Posted on Tuesday, June 19, 2007 - 08:59 pm: ||
That's the first time I have ever been confused for Bethie...
I take it as a compliment though!
Post Number: 36
|Posted on Tuesday, June 19, 2007 - 10:07 pm: ||
No, after buenaventura told me he had a fantasy about spanking me in uniform, a few days ago, in another part of the den, I was inspired to write a story. It isn't a true story, just something I dreamed up while on duty.
I am glad you both enjoyed the story, I will continue it soon.
"Teach me a lesson, please..."
Post Number: 53
|Posted on Wednesday, June 20, 2007 - 01:47 pm: ||
Great story SD hope there are more to come.
Post Number: 17
|Posted on Wednesday, June 20, 2007 - 04:03 pm: ||
Sorry, I did not express myself well. I'd been on another thread and did not completely make the transition (sorry for the off topic comment).
Bottom line is SD, please, tell all of us more. Great story.
Post Number: 2
|Posted on Wednesday, July 25, 2007 - 04:55 pm: ||
Your story mad me smile.... I have never been one to approach a motorist that aggressively BUT there have been many times I have wanted to. Maybe somewhere in the subconscious part of my mind I know there may be a "gentleman" out there that might do just what you described..it helps me keep my attitude in check. Thanks again for making me smile.
Post Number: 712
|Posted on Friday, July 27, 2007 - 10:49 am: ||
That,s exactly what I was talking about S.D.I couldn,t have done better!!Course I,d have ended it erotically But it was great the way you wrote it.Bring on the next installment. PLEASE!!
Post Number: 493
|Posted on Saturday, July 28, 2007 - 09:11 pm: ||
SD -- It's been over a month!!!
Where's part 2?
Please? Pretty please with a cherry on top?
(Message edited by badgirl on July 28, 2007)
Post Number: 9
|Posted on Monday, February 04, 2008 - 04:32 pm: ||
Love the story.. You did a great job.. =)