It was late and she was on her way home. She was just wishing that she had taken the interstate instead of the long way when the flashing blue lights came up behind her. Shit! She thought to herself, I know I wasn't speeding. The siren sounds as she pulls over to the side of the lonely road. It was a wide shoulder and she was able to pull her car over far enough so the police officer's car pulls beside her up to her back door. She checks herself in the mirror, sees him get out of the car and put his hat on, she reaches into the glove compartment for her registration. She puts her hands on the wheel until he taps on the glass of her window. She rolls down the window and gives him a nervous smile as he asks her for her license and registration. The seatbelt had pushed her dainty perfect breasts up as she twists around to hand him her information.
"Sir, what have I been pulled over for." she looks up at him and asks as his eyes move from her chest to her face.
He looks at her for a minute before he smiles, tips his hat back and answers that he had seen her at the diner a few miles back and thought she was cute, and he really just wants to get her number. She smiles back at him but tells him that she is not looking into dating anyone right now, but maybe she could look him up later. A small frown plays at the edge of his lips and he is about to say ok and let her go when he looks into her car and notices there is an open container on her floor. His mind clicks into motion as he asks her to step out of the car.
She is more than a little irritated now, not just at the situation but also at the fact that the beer bottle had been in there for a few days, but she releases her seatbelt and gets out of the car hoping to hurry this along. She is sure that she can explain to the officer what is going on. Besides, he has a nice smile and she remembered from the diner that he had very nice hands. She is aggravated but decides not to give him a hard time, unless that is what he really wants. Therefore, she climbs out of the car. She is wearing a small tight tank top over a floppy skirt with her favorite flip-flops and is on her way home from spending the day at the beach, so she has a nice glowing tan and her skin still smells of Coppertone oil. As she passes close to him, she flips her hair smartly and he breathes the scent of her in. She is hot! Moreover, he wants her badly.
She herself is watching him closely, she had always loved a man in a police uniform, there was something strong and sexual about a guy in such powerful position and he was looking at her dreadfully eager. He filled the uniform nicely and she starts to wonder what he would feel like fucking her hard. The thought makes her cringe just a little inside and she feels some wetness begin inside her thongs. However, he immediately becomes business-like and asks her if she has anything else to hide on her person or inside her car. She answers no and lowers her eyes. This submissive gesture snaps something inside him, and at that point, he decides that he is going to get what he wants. He advises her that he will have to search her and as there were no females on the small police force he works for, would she please spread her arms and legs.
He is going to play dirty and the thought of that makes her mad and horny at the same time. She looks at him defiantly, stands back to face him, spread her arms out to the side and places her feet even with her shoulders. He comes up to her closely and begins to pat her down, starting at her arms, moving down her sides and just brushing her breasts. He hears a sharp intake of breath from her, which makes him tingle in his groin and tighten up in his stomach. She likes this and is being rebellious at the same time, he thinks. He is going to enjoy this; she is feisty. He grasps her hips, tells her to turn around and lean over the police cruiser with her hands straight out in front of her and lay them on the hood of the car. A little shocked at his sudden change from cop to total masculinity with the roughness he was beginning to show, frightens her some, but her body is certainly enjoying this little repartee. It makes him crazy when she turns and looks at him with her innocent doe-like eyes and does what he asked; she bends her body over the vehicle and purposefully spreads her legs.
His hands grips her hips again and he leans his body close to hers before he begins running his hands down her outer thighs to her knees. He bends his body over hers pushing his waist into her as he bites her shoulder just hard enough to make her groan out and she begins to grind her hips back into him. Her breath quickens when his hands starts moving up the inside of her thigh and shifts the skirt out of the way. With her ass bent over the car, her cheeks glowing in the pale light of the night sky, his hand gropes the outside of her thong. He smiles evilly and pulls his hand away when he feels she has soaked her little panties through. He tells her that it seems as if she has been a bad girl and might need a spanking for getting so excited. She glances back at him with an anxious timid look; and tells him that she has been a good girl and please don't hurt her. She says this knowing that her toes are already curling at the thought of this man taking control of her and doing whatever he pleases to her body. He slowly starts caressing her buttocks with his hand; her ass squirms under it and she jerks and cries out when the first of the spanking starts. He tells her how bad of a girl she is as he slaps first one cheek then the other. She squeals and jumps with each smack on her ass.
