A Very Naughty Christmas

Chapter Three

Alex had led them into the kitchen, which had a small table for two in the corner. Somehow along the way Sara had lost her voice. When he gestured for her to take a seat, she’d obeyed, feeling even more trepidation in the pit of her belly. She’d always been such a good girl growing up. Part of it was her accommodating nature and the other part was the fact that she just really, really hated it when either of her parents got onto her. A disappointed look was enough to make her feel repentant, and even though Alex was a good two decades younger than her dad had been, and not a father himself, he had that look down pat.

“Well?” he prompted when a few minutes had passed with her sitting at one of the chairs and doing nothing more than staring at her toes.

It didn’t help that while she was sitting, he was standing in front of her with those big, muscly arms crossed over his chest again.

“Are you going to tell me what happened?”

“Ah, well…” She squirmed in the hard wooden chair. Hadn’t the man ever heard of seat cushions? “Like I said, I wasn’t really paying attention…”

“Your music was too loud,” he prompted dryly.

“Uh, right. And, well, you know… the stop sign just kind of came out of nowhere.”

“Uh-huh.” He didn’t sound convinced.

“I didn’t mean to run it. Really.” She looked up, but when she saw his handsome face looking back at her impassively, she dropped her eyes once more. “But, ah, I kind of did, and…” This was the hard part. She swallowed, having a feeling that she wouldn’t be able to put off telling him any longer. “Well, there was… there was a little girl, and she… she ran into the street, chasing a ball, or something, and…” She sucked in a deep breath and blinked, trying to ward off the tears. She could practically feel the disbelief radiating from him; she didn’t have to look at his face to see it. “Everyone’s fine. She’s fine. I stopped in time,” she finished, her voice a near-whisper.

“I see,” he said. “Is that all?”

“Y-yes. That’s all.” Wasn’t it enough? She knew she’d messed up, big time. And now she was going to pay the piper, as her dad used to say. She could feel it brewing—she was going to get yelled at until she was a crying mess. Again . “I… I came straight here. To… to tell you.”

“Well, I appreciate you being honest with me. That took bravery on your part.”

Wait a minute. He didn’t sound mad. He didn’t even sound stern anymore. Was it possible that she wasn’t going to get scolded after all? Sara looked at him tentatively, then felt a rush of relief when she saw that he’d dropped his arms. That had to be a good sign, right?

“I’m glad that you’re all right, and I’m glad that nothing worse happened.”

Okay, maybe she’d misjudged him. Maybe he was much more understanding than her father had been. She had just sobbed all over him, so he already knew that she was sorry. Maybe she wasn’t going to get a ticket after all. “Me too,” she hurried to add. “And I’ll be super, super careful from now on, I swear. It will never, ever happen again.”

“Huh.” Alex smiled slightly. “I seem to recall you saying something similar to that just a couple days ago, am I right?”

Sara could feel her cheeks warm with shame. “Well, yes,” she admitted, squirming once more. “But I really mean it this time.”

“That’s funny, I thought you meant it last time.”

“I did. I mean, I do. But… but this time, now that I know how badly things could have gone…” She gave a little shudder and shook her head to dispel the image that had come to mind. “I promise.”

“The thing is, Sara, I don’t think I can really trust your promises.”

Uh-oh. What was going on here? He still sounded friendly, but that stern look had come back into his eyes again. Was he mad, or wasn’t he? She just didn’t know what to think.

“So, what do you think I should do about this?”

“Excuse me?” she asked, caught off guard by the question.

“You came to tell me what had happened, so I assume that means that you want me to do something about it. What do you think I should do?”

“Um… well, I didn’t… I mean, it’s not that I thought… I guess I thought you might be mad,” she admitted.

“I’m not mad. I’m very, very disappointed.”

Yikes, how was it that he could make that sound worse? Alex Maxwell could have taught her dad a thing or two about giving a scolding!

“I’m disappointed that I cut you a break and you chose to continue to disregard your safety. Yours and others,” he added pointedly.

“I didn’t mean to,” she mumbled, back to looking at her shoes once more. She knew how ineffectual the words sounded before she said them, but she couldn’t just sit there and say nothing .

“I’m disappointed that I let you slide once, thinking I was being nice, considering what you’re going through, and you chose to take advantage. But most of all, as a grown woman who lost her parents in a car accident , I am shocked that you’d be so careless.”

Her eyes widened and flew to his face in shock. Her mouth dropped open, but she couldn’t seem to find words to defend herself, so she just stared at him, agape.

“I am sure that they’d both be just as upset with you as I am right now.”

Ouch . That one stung.

“So, I’ll ask you again, what do you think I should do about this?”

“A-are you going to give me a t-ticket?” she asked miserably.

“I don’t know. Do you think a ticket will really help you learn your lesson?” He tilted his head, looking at her curiously as though he really wanted to know her answer.

“I… I don’t know what you want me to say,” she mumbled, casting her gaze on his worn linoleum floor.

“I expect you to look at me, first of all,” he ordered, his voice sharper.

She obeyed at once, sitting up a little straighter almost without realizing it.

“When I am talking to you, Sara, you will look me in the eye. Is that understood?”

“Um… yes. Yes, I understand.”

“That’s ‘yes, Sir,’” he corrected, his voice growing sterner still.

Wow , when he got going, he really got going. Yikes! “Yes, Sir,” she parroted dutifully.

“That’s better.” His voice softened a fraction. “Now, I’ll ask you again: will a ticket ensure that you learn your lesson?”

“I… I don’t know… Sir,” she added.

“Hmm.” He considered her, tapping his chin thoughtfully. “I don’t think it will either, to tell you the truth.”

Did that mean that he wasn’t going to write her one? She was almost on the verge of sagging in the chair in relief, except that she had a feeling that he wasn’t done yet.

“If I did, I’d write you one right now. But I have a feeling that you’re the kind of girl who needs a more… memorable lesson.”

Why was he putting such an emphasis on memorable ? What did that mean?

“Here’s my suggestion. If I write you a citation, I will ensure that it goes against the points on your license. If you’re ever caught running a stop sign again—” here he trapped her eyes with his, silently warning that that better not happen, “—you could risk having your license suspended, not to mention the fine. Though there will be a fine with any ticket you get, that one would be more substantial.”

Sara grimaced. “I really can’t afford a ticket.”

“I remember—you mentioned that before, not that it stopped you from being reckless.”

She flushed in embarrassment. She had to admit that he had a point.

“You have another option. You can take the ticket, and assume the risk of having a suspended license if it happens in the future.”

“Or?” she asked pitifully.

“Or you can agree to a spanking, which would be given on the bare. If you take that option for your punishment, there will be no ticket.”

Her eyes widened as she digested his words. A… a what ? He… he couldn’t be serious!

“So, what’s it going to be, Sara?”

“I… I don’t understand,” she said.

“It’s quite simple—you can either pay with your wallet, or your bare bottom.”

“Do I really have a choice?” she laughed, but it rang hollow to her own ears.

“Of course. The choice is completely up to you. All I want to be sure of is that it doesn’t happen again.”

“I… I’ve never been spanked,” she admitted, her voice turning wispy and little-girlish.

“That’s okay. There’s a first time for everything.”

“So I’ve heard.”

“Take your time and think it over. I’m not in any hurry, but you need to decide tonight. I’m a firm believer in punishment, when it’s earned, and that it should be as swift as possible.”

Sara sighed and dropped her gaze to stare sourly down at her faded blue jeans. She was feeling very sorry for herself right now. On the one hand, she really didn’t want a ticket. She couldn’t afford one. More than likely, it would take all she had in her account, leaving her with nothing more than gas money to get back to campus— if she was lucky. And then, of course, she had to consider the fact that if she accepted a ticket now, he’d promised that a second offense would be much worse, possibly resulting in her license being suspended!

On the other hand, she was pretty sure she didn’t want a spanking, either. She knew a girl at school who got spanked by her boyfriend on occasion and it didn’t sound nearly as fun as they made it sound in romance novels. Her friend Tara had been spanked by her boyfriend for getting drunk at a party and she’d complained about it the next day to anyone who would listen, rubbing her behind and calling Rob a jerk for doing it.

Ugh, this decision was so much harder than she’d thought it would be! Having to pick out a punishment for herself was a punishment in its own right. Perhaps she could mention that fact to Alex and he would let her off lightly? Yeah, doubtful.

Oh, what was she going to do ? Suddenly, she missed her dad’s lectures more than she’d ever thought she would.

“A-Alex?” she ventured timidly.

“Yes?”

“I… I think you’re right.”

“About what, Sara?”

“Well… I do deserve to be punished. And… and if you really think that sp-spanking me will help me do better… I guess I’ll take the spanking.”

“Are you sure?”

She wasn’t. In fact, the only thing she was sure of was that she wanted to vault for the door and never look back, but she was equally certain that she wouldn’t make it that far. So, bearing that in mind, she was left with two choices. “Y-yes.”

“Remember the rule, Sara. Look at me when you answer.”

She raised her eyes to his face and was surprised to see that the earlier formidable expression had softened. She relaxed the slightest bit. When she saw him as Alex, the friendly next-door neighbor, it was easier to imagine taking a spanking than when he was Officer Maxwell.

“Good. Now, are you sure?”

“Yes, Sir. I’m sure.”

“Do you mind if I ask why you chose the spanking?”

“Well, I can’t afford a ticket, you know that.”

“Yes, you’ve mentioned that.”

“And the truth is, as hard as it would be for me to pay, I don’t know if it would help me to remember, in the long run. I do have a tendency to get distracted,” she admitted. “So… if you think a spanking will help, then I guess that’s what I’d better choose.” She didn’t think it would be a good idea to add that as scared as she was, she was a bit curious, too.

“Thank you for telling me. In that case, I want you to stand up and take your pants down—but leave your panties up. I’ll take those down myself.”

Sara swallowed hard as she obeyed his order. Her earlier curiosity was gone, replaced by a rapidly pounding heart and a tummy that was doing somersaults like a gymnastics star. She had a moment of panic— what had she just agreed to? What had she gotten herself into?

* * *

The command given, Alex waited patiently to see if she would carry it out. He half-expected her to beg off, or begin crying. He saw it a lot from girls her age who got caught doing something they shouldn’t be—though he’d never suggested that he spank any of them. He’d seen a lot in his years on the force. Begging, attempted bribery, whether with a twenty-dollar bill or a pair of nicely displayed breasts. He’d seen tears and anger, and had certainly experienced being on the other end of a tongue lashing from a woman who didn’t want her husband to know she’d been speeding, or texting and driving. More often than not after he got through handing over a ticket and dispensing a well-earned lecture, he wondered if those women were spanked for their carelessness. He certainly hoped so.

The one thing he’d never seen was a woman who’d come to him knowing she’d made a mistake. Sara hadn’t gotten caught running the stop sign today—but she’d come to him anyway and confessed. She had to have known she would get in trouble, or at the very least she had to have considered the possibility. But she’d come anyway.

And what was more, not only had she freely owned up to her wrongdoing, she’d also offered herself up for what she considered to be the stricter punishment, acknowledging that she needed to learn her lesson. To tell the truth, he was downright impressed with her. Today she’d shown the maturity of a woman twice her age. One day, he would tell her so, though not right now. No, right now was not the time for praise, but for reprimand. He was so proud of her that he almost regretted having to do it.

Until he remembered what she’d told him—not only had she looked his gift of a warning in the mouth and continued with her reckless behavior, she very well could have hurt someone else. Not to mention herself. Thinking of Sara hurt made his mouth turn down. He didn’t like the thought at all. It was clear that the girl didn’t think enough of her own safety—a problem he intended to remedy, if given the chance.

With shaky legs, Sara stood and slowly began to unbutton her pants. Alex watched as she slid them down her legs and then stood there, hugging herself and unsure of what to do next.

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?”

“Y-yes, Sir.”

“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?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“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.

“I know.”

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.

“We’ll see.”

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.”

“W-wh-what?”

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.”