A big Matheson truck crawled along in the right-hand lane next to my car and even though his lane had moved further along than mine, he stayed back. Suddenly I realized that he was probably wondering what I was doing with my dress. There is nothing like slow traffic to aide voyeurism. He pulled up enough to look back into my car and smiled. He bent his head out the truck window and turned it as if he were trying to look under my dress. From my vantage point, he looked young and handsome, with dark curly hair cascading away from his face. Nodding his head upward, he beckoned for me to raise my dress. Little did he know that I wasn't wearing panties.
I looked away and pretended not to notice him, but in my boredom, I was enjoying the attention. I moved up with the traffic in my lane and he was once again at my side. My right leg swayed left and right with the rhythm of the music on the radio, and just to tease him a bit, I casually moved my dress up a little higher on my thighs. He gunned his engine to let me know that he was still watching.
The game continued until we reached the summit and saw the stalled car blocking the right-hand lane. A Highway Patrol officer was directing traffic and held my lane and let the right-hand lane go first. The truck driver waved back as he headed up the hill. I smiled and waved good-bye.
After a few minutes, the officer stopped the right lane and let the rest of us go. When we finally passed the stalled car, the traffic picked up speed and regained the normal limit through the mountain pass. It wasn't long before I noticed the Matheson truck pulled over at a brake checkpoint. The driver was standing at the door of his truck and waved for me to pull over. He looked even better with the full-body view and I was tempted to stop. But an instant was not enough time to decide, so I waved as I passed by.
I looked in my rear-view mirror and saw him scurry to return to his cab. To avoid having him chase me down the hill for my phone number, I pushed the speed limit through the pass and put the distance between us. I smiled as I passed another Matheson truck and hoped he wasn't talking with his friend behind him. The wind whipped through my hair as I flew past the other cars on my way down the hill. Just as I was approaching the bottom of the pass, I saw red flashing lights behind me.
"Shit," I hissed, pulling off to the side of the road with the Highway Patrol car pulling up behind me. I had avoided a ticket for three years and was enjoying the lower insurance rate. I left my skirt pulled up and hoped for any advantage it might give. The officer walked up to my window and smiled.
"Is there a problem?" I asked, as innocently as possible.
"What's you're hurry?" He dropped his sunglasses down his nose and peered over the tops. His eyes moved from my face, to my cleavage in the low-cut dress, to my thighs. I squirmed under his scrutiny. Even slightly bent, he looked tall. His dark hair had strands of gray at the temple and his eyes seemed almost black as he peered at me. Just then the Matheson truck passed and honked several times.
"I was trying to get away from him." I nodded toward the truck, and the officer turned around and watched it travel down the freeway.
"I hardly think it required 85 miles per hour, do you?"
"I don't know," I answered, grinning. "He was pretty determined to catch me."
"Can I see your license and registration please?"
I sighed and reached over to retrieve my purse from the passenger seat. As I sat it on my lap and shuffled around in the contents for my wallet, he reached in and grabbed my right wrist.
"Stop!" he yelled, "and drop the purse." I dropped it instantly and looked up at him in confusion. "Open the door with your left hand and step out of the car."
I sat there dumbfounded for a moment and opened the door. As I started to step out, he let go of my wrist, but held my upper arm securely as he moved me off the side of the road and over by the passenger door of his car.
"Put your hands behind your head," he said, leaning me against his car. His body was close behind me and he automatically slid a foot in between mine to spread my legs.
"What is this about?" I asked, clasping my hands behind my head. "What did I do?"
"You have a concealed weapon in your purse," he answered.
"A what?" I protested.
"A canister of mace."
His hands slid down my body, and although I wore no pants, he continued down my legs to my ankles and back up the insides of my legs. When they disappeared beneath my dress, they quickly moved up my inner thighs and brushed against my shaved pussy lips. As if to register the new information, his thumbs retraced their steps until he reached my knees. I looked back and saw him staring at me with his dark eyes. There was more than a hint that he was enjoying his job.
"I have a permit to carry the mace," I said in my defense.
"Do you have it with you?" He brought my hands down from my head, but held them securely behind my back. He kept his body slightly pressed against mine and I could feel the outline of his cock against my ass. I squirmed in a slight protest, encouraging him to press harder. Amazingly, I felt myself getting turned on by the whole scene.
"Um..." I thought quickly as to where I had placed the card. Then I knew exactly where it was; at home in my file cabinet. "No. It's at home." At that answer, he placed handcuffs around my wrists.
"Tsk.. tsk..," he clicked with his teeth. "Bad girl. Didn't they tell you that you had to carry it?"
"I don't remember," I pouted. I pulled against the cuffs and felt a wave emotion go through me. Explaining the emotion it would be difficult. Fear, excitement, resistance, powerlessness. Yes, that was it. Powerlessness. I flashed back to an experience I had with a man who handcuffed me once during our lovemaking. It was one of the most powerful orgasms I had ever had. Just thinking about it made my knees buckle.
"Oh God...," I closed my eyes and leaned back against him. One hand held the handcuffs and the other grabbed my waist.
"What's the problem?" he asked, his mouth only inches from my face.
"Can't you just spank me and let me go?"
He pressed me back against the car and held my hair to the side so that I was forced to look back at him. Feeling his cock twitch, I actually smiled when I looked at him.
"Don't you know that it is against the law to bribe an officer?"
"It wasn't a bribe." I squirmed against him again. "It was a request."
He looked at me for several moments without comment, his body revealing the years of training and control. Finally, letting out a sigh, he released my hair and loosened his grip on my waist.
"What am I going to do with you?" he asked, shaking his head.
"Well, I could make some suggestions, but you might consider them bribes too."
"Don't move." He left me standing handcuffed by the side of his car and retrieved my wallet before going to his car to call in the license. It was hot in the sun where I stood and I moved a few feet forward where shade was being offered by a nearby tree. We watched each other as he talked into the radio mike.
There was a definite attraction between us and I knew that I was in no serious trouble. The most he could do was give me a ticket. For the moment, the handcuffs were just something we were both enjoying, and I wasn't sure which one of us was enjoying it more.
A double-trailer semi flew by and caused my dress to fly up. It was not missed by him or the cars behind the semi that honked as they passed. He looked down and shook his head, trying to hide the smile on his face. Dropping his clipboard, he came out to where I stood.
"I think you better come with me," he said, leading me to his car.
"Why?" I protested. "You can't take me in because I'm carrying mace."
"I meant, you better come and sit in my car," he laughed. "You're going to cause an accident."
"Oh."
He opened the door to the back seat and I leaned in awkwardly with the cuffs still on my wrists. The air conditioning was on and I let out a sigh when I felt the cool air. The leather seat felt cold against my bare thighs as I leaned forward to relieve the pressure from my wrists.
The officer returned to his seat and continued writing on a clipboard. It appeared that I wasn't getting out of a ticket and I was disappointed. And who knew what kind of offense I was looking at for carrying mace without my permit?
I looked at the dashboard and saw his picture ID. Officer K. S. Stone. He looked at me through the rear-view mirror and saw me looking at his name. I met his gaze and neither of us looked away as we calculated the possibilities.
"These handcuffs are uncomfortable," I said, watching his eyes in the mirror.
"Are you complaining?" His tone was flat and unreadable.
I thought about his question. I didn't really want him to take them off, but I wanted him to know that they caused a strong sensation. He adjusted his mirror so that he could see more of me and his eyes moved to my cleavage, easily in view with me bent toward the front.
"No."
"I didn't think so."
We were interrupted by the radio dispatcher telling him that I had nothing on my driving record and no prior arrests. After he thanked her for the information, he replaced the mike and looked back at me through the rear-view mirror. I smiled and shrugged my shoulders.
"Sorry, I'm not the hardened criminal you thought I was."
"Well, there is still the issue of the speeding ticket and the failure to carry your mace permit."
"Ah, yes," I nodded. "And bad girls must be punished."
"Yes, they must." His voice was unemotional and I wasn't sure what he was considering.
"Well, I think you're aware of what form of punishment I prefer." I was feeling bold and the thought of him taking me over his knee far exceeded any desire to have a couple of tickets.
"I could only do that off duty." His eyes never left mine as we held our negotiations through the rear-view mirror.
"And what time is that?"
"Two more hours."
"I can wait if you can."
He picked up my wallet and came around to my side of the car, and after unlocking the handcuffs, held out his hand to help me from the car. He handed me my wallet and a yellow piece of paper. I glanced down to read it.
"It's a warning informing you that you should always carry your mace permit with you when you have the canister in your possession."
"Oh," I stuttered. "Okay. Thanks."
"And this is a verbal warning about exceeding the speed limit on this road. Slow it down. The next time you want to get away from a trucker, just get behind them. They'll get the idea."
"Yes, Officer," I answered demurely.
"And as for your other punishments..." he looked deep into my eyes as if searching for the real truth about whether I truly wanted my spanking.
"If you answer your front door at nine tonight, I will be there to give them to you." My heart jumped at his words and I fought to keep my kneels from buckling.
"Yes, Officer."
"Please drive carefully," he said, pointing to my car and releasing me from his detainment.
"I will," I promised.
I drove home (at the speed limit) and paced the hardwood floors thinking about what had happened and what might happen. I ate a light dinner and showered. As I stood in front of my closet, I wondered what one wore when they were going to get spanked. Leather? Silk? Cotton? Nothing? I chose a skimpy little dress with spaghetti straps and let my long hair flow down my back. I paced nervously in my high heels until a motorcycle pulled up into my driveway at nine. I peeked out the curtain and saw him getting off the bike. His Highway Patrol uniform had been replaced by jeans and a leather jacket.
"Oh, my God!" I whispered, opening the door. "You really came."
"Hi," he said, brushing back his hair and handing me his helmet. Nice place."
"Thanks." I placed his helmet on the table and turned back to him, feeling awkward with the formalities. "Can I get you something?"
"Just you back in the bedroom." He took off his gloves and jacket and laid them on the chair. Hooked to his belt were his handcuffs.
"Oh!" I jumped. "Punishment time already, Officer?"
"Your short reprieve is over, Madam." He motioned toward the hallway and I led the way. We walked into the bedroom and I turned toward him for further instructions. He stood for a moment and took in the room. It was fairly large with a king-size poster bed in the middle. Walking over to the window, he closed it and pulled the drapes. He turned on a small fan next to the bed and then walked back over to me.
"Take off your dress."
"Boy, you're not a foreplay kind of guy, are you?" I joked nervously.
"I don't remember you saying that you needed foreplay earlier. Did you?"
"No, but..."
"Take it off."
My heart pounded with fear and excitement at his voice. I wanted to trust him and yet there was a part of me that didn't want to let go. I slowly reached up and touched the straps of my dress. Our eyes were locked on each other's as I pulled the straps off my shoulders and let the dress fall to the floor. His eyes dropped and scanned my body.
"Turn around," he whispered.
I turned slowly and stood just inches away from the wall. He came up behind me and moved me forward until my naked body felt the cold plaster. His hands explored my body and rested on my ass, his breath hot against my neck.
"This is how I've thought of you since I let you go." He spoke softly into my ear while bringing my hands together behind my back. Retrieving his handcuffs from his belt, he quickly secured my hands.
I looked back into his eyes. "What else did you think about?"
He stepped back and started to unbutton his shirt, never taking his eyes off my ass. "What your ass looked like." I ran my fingers over my cheeks and arched my back to press them toward him.
"Oh, yeah," he groaned, sitting down on the bed. "We're going to take good care of that pretty ass of yours." He took off his shoes and kicked them to the side along with his socks. Walking over next to me, he ran his hand softly over my ass and squeezed my cheek.
"Such a beautiful ass." He stroked it gently and I purred for more. "Too bad you were such a naughty girl." With that remark he brought his hand back and slapped the cheek hard.
"Ow!" I jumped, surprised by the swat.
"Hmm, did that hurt?" He rubbed the cheek and drove away the sting. A second later he swatted the other cheek. Again it caught me by surprise.
"Geez!" I jumped, trying to get away from him.
"No, no, no," he said, pulling me by the cuffs. "Bad girls need to be spanked, remember?"
The next thing I knew, I was falling across his lap with half of my torso on the bed and my feet flying in the air. His relentless hand spanked my cheeks while his other hand held me still and prevented my hands from covering my ass.
"That's enough!" I pleaded after a few swats.
"Hardly," he laughed. "You haven't even begun to tell me what you've learned today." Three more swats, and he slowed and caressed my cheeks. Certainly they were getting pink. His hand slipped between my legs and brushed against my pussy lips.
"You do really like this, don't you?" He fingered my wet clit and I squirmed against his hand.
"Oh God, yes." I squirmed for more.
"Yes, what?"
"Yes, please!" I panted. "Please more."
He withdrew his hand from my pussy and spanked my ass several times. Squirming against his lap, I could feel his cock was hard inside his jeans.
"Oh you are a greedy little thing," he hissed, spreading my legs again and this time inserting two fingers. I squealed with delight as he finger fucked me and I begged him for more.
"Bad girls don't always get what they want, you know." He covered his fingers with my wetness and then ran them over my ass hole, pressing in until I squirmed. "That's right," he said, dipping his fingers back in my pussy and repeating the finger fucking for a moment and then pressing them into my anus.
"Oh, wait..." I panted. "I've never..."
"Never what?" Once again his fingers where dancing inside my pussy and I moaned into the sheets. God, I wanted him to fuck me. "Never had anyone take you in the ass?"
"No," I moaned, bucking back against his fingers inside me.
"Well, you'll be begging me for it before the night is out, my dear."
He continued to press two fingers in my pussy and then one in my ass. Then it turned to three fingers in my pussy and two fingers in my ass. Alternately he would stop and resume the spanking until I was squirming for him to either stop or fuck me.
"I'm not finished with your punishment just yet," he said, standing me up and then helping me to lie on the bed. He left the room and I listened as he opened my bathroom closet. In a moment, he returned with a jar of vaseline. He removed a three-pack of condoms from his jeans and tossed them on the bed. Watching my eyes, he removed his jeans and tossed them on a nearby chair. His cock was thick and hard, and stood out from his body.
"You still haven't told me what you learned today." He knelt on the bed behind me and slapped my ass cheek. I tried to roll away, but he pulled me back.
"Always fight the ticket," I laughed.
His slid his hand between my legs and fucked me with three fingers. I sounded like a nymphomaniac begging for more. He pulled them out and stuck two of them back in my ass and I tried to get away.
"Just relax," he whispered. "You'll start to like it."
He tore the condom open and quickly rolled it over his cock. Then, retrieving the vaseline, he lubricated a generous amount into his palm and stroked his cock. Reaching for more, he rubbed it over the crack in my ass and pressed two lubricated fingers in.
"Oh, God!" I moaned. "I need it everywhere now."
"Do you have a dildo or a vibrator?"
"Yes," I panted. "In that drawer next to you."
He leaned over and opened the bed-side drawer. Laughing, he pulled out the largest of three dildos in my personal collection. He held it up and admired its size.
"You are a greedy girl, aren't you?"
"Sometimes," I laughed.
He slipped it into my pussy. When he started fucking me with it, I thought I would die.
"Oh yes!" I moaned. "Fuck me hard."
"Well, you can only have a little bit until we get this big boy in there." He rubbed the tip of his cock against my clit. "You do want it, don't you?"
"I... I don't know."
"If it hurts, I'll stop. But you know how much you deserve this."
"Yes," I panted. "I do."
Fucking my pussy with the dildo seemed to increase my desire for his cock in my ass, and little by little, I bucked back for more until his whole cock was buried in my ass. It was tight, but he kept adding vaseline until it easily slipped in and out.
"Yes," he groaned, trying hard to concentrate on fucking me with the dildo and his cock. He finally cupped his hand over the dildo and used the palm of his hand to press against it while holding on to me. "Tell me what you learned today."
"What?" I asked in disbelief. I was so close to coming that I had forgotten about everything else. He fucked my ass deeper and bit at his lip to hold his concentration.
"What did you learn today?"
"To carry my permit with me, Officer. Oh... God... don't stop."
"And what else?" He moved his hand down to my waist and pumped harder against my ass and the dildo."
"Not to speed." I groaned. "Oh.... yes... I'm going to come."
"Oh... shit!" he hissed through his teeth as we both let go. "Yes... fuck... that... beautiful... ass..."
I realized his hand was over my mouth to muffle my screaming. I was lost in the intensity of the orgasm and I jerked my head away for air. I was panting and crying, not really certain why I was crying, while he unlocked the handcuffs and slowly pulled his cock from my ass. Leaving the dildo inside, he pulled me into his arms and held me. When I stopped sobbing, he brushed the wet hair from my face and kissed my lips.
"Are you Okay?"
"Yes," I said, smiling up at him. "It was just so intense."
"That's an understatement."
"Talk about the swift hand of justice..."
He chuckled and squeezed me closer. "You realize I'm going to pull you over every day now, don't you?"
"But I learned my lesson, Officer."
"You'd be surprised how many laws you break every day and don't even know it."
"Thank God for Justice."