"Are you kidding Ben, girls do not drink and drive," I said. "Guys get drank, then get behind the wheel and drive into accidents, they do that at eighteen and at twenty five. A young lady takes one drink, seeps it for the whole evening, then goes to sleep. We girls should be allowed to drink once we turn eighteen."
"So much for gender equality, Jenny," Ben smiled. We were sitting at a table in the campus food court, me with a raspberry mocha, Ben with his cup of black tea. Ben is not a real cop. He is a security guard on our campus. He is just two or three years older than me, wears a cute uniform, and definitely likes my company. So, why not tease him a little.
"Gender equality, sort of," I smiled back. "You know, most of cops and security guards are men. How many uniformed men use that must-be-twenty-one rule just to handcuff a young woman, and then get into her panties?"
"You are a good girl, Jenny, surely you obey all rules even if you don't like them. Nobody can catch and handcuff you," Ben said.
"Why, nobody cares what kind of stuff I keep in my dorm room!" I laughed, and playfully adjusted the hem of my short skirt.
I wasn't sure if he takes that as an invitation. Anyway, it was a Friday and I didn't have any urgent course work.
That evening, I sat on the sofa in my room, watching TV and wearing nothing but a gray t-shirt that barely covered my brief red panties. Ben knocked on my door at half past eight or so. "Evening Jenny, how are you doing?" he said. "If you don't mind, I'd like to inspect your room for prohibited items."
"Do I have to let you in for the inspection?" I asked.
"As a good citizen, you should," he smiled. "But if you say No, then that's it, I have no probable cause."
I hesitated for a second, and then said, "Yes, go ahead if you wish."
Ben opened my fridge. He quickly spotted two beer cans in the back, and got them out with a triumphant expression on his face. "Can I see your driver's license Jenny," he asked. I found the license card in my purse and handed it over to Ben. "You've turned twenty just a month ago. Twenty isn't twenty one, is it girl?"
I became Ben's prize and we both knew it. Ben got his handcuffs out. They weren't the regular police-issue steel cuffs, but rather two rings made of plastic and connected by a short chain. "Those handcuffs do no look real, they belong in a sex shop," I teased him. "Are you sure you are a real guard?"
Ben did not take offense, he simply said, "We have to use plastic cuffs because of the girls like you. Female students do not drink and drive, they drink and roam the hallways and stairs half-naked, exposing their tits and bare bums. If we place a girl in steel cuffs, she sobers up next morning and files a complaint about the marks on her delicate wrists. But this kind of plastic cuffs will leave no marks on your skin, even if you pull and struggle."
He opened the cuffs and said, "Please, Jenny." I held my hands out in front, and Ben handcuffed me. Then he took a chair, placed it in the middle of the room, and sat on it. "Do you know what happens to naughty girls who break the rules?" he asked.
"Do they get their bottoms spanked?" I guessed.
"That's right," Ben said and tapped on his knees inviting me into the position. I bent over his lap until my cuffed hands touched the floor. The hem of my brief t-shirt rode up, and Ben placed his right palm on my panty-clad bottom.
Keeping me in place with his left hand, he gave me ten mild smacks. My panties didn't give much protection, but Ben wasn't happy that I am still wearing them. He paused the spanking and said, "Those cute panties of yours have to go down Jenny, please lift up a bit."
I lifted my bum, and Ben yanked my panties down. He began spanking my bare ass. I enjoyed it at first, squirming on his lap and moaning happily. But his slaps were getting harder and harder. After about twenty swats on the bare, my buttocks were in real pain. It was not fun anymore. I cried, squirmed, kicked, but was unable to cover my bottom with my cuffed hands or escape his grip. Finally, I pleaded, "Ben please stop, it hurts too much! I learned my lesson!"
He paused briefly, and pulled my panties further down to just below my knees. He said, "I have an assignment for you Jenny. Kick your panties off your legs completely, then we can stop!" He began slapping my ass rapid-fire while I frantically scissored my legs in the air, trying to kick my panties off. I succeeded, but not before receiving twelve more pretty hard slaps.
Ben held me in place for another couple of minutes, his right palm resting on my hot punished ass. Then he helped me on my feet. I stood before him, my hands still cuffed in front, the t-shirt bunched up, and my pussy in full view. I made no attempt to cover up or collect my panties. I expected him to bend me over the table, force my thighs apart and, well, make me pay for my infraction in a way natural for a young woman. Honestly, I really wanted that to happen.
Instead, Ben reached into my bookshelf and extracted the camcorder I hid there.
"Playing a spy girl, aren't you Jenny?" he chuckled.
