IF IT WOULD PLEASE THE COURT
BY Sizzlebuns
The red and blue lights came from out of nowhere as my bike was purring down the Michigan interstate. I glanced down and watched the speedometer fall from over 90, as I hit the brakes. Crap this wasn't going to be good. The spotlight broke through the midnight darkness and blinded me as I stepped off the bike. A female voice came from the speaker
"Remove your helmet and step to the front of the patrol car."
I hung the helmet off the mirror and stepped to the car, my hands spread wide apart.
"Place your hands on the hood of the car and stay in that position."
I did so and waited for several seconds then heard the door open and the crunching of gravel as the officer approached. Still blinded by the light I could not make out anything but a dark form approaching me.
"Put your hands behind your back."
I did so feeling the heat from the hood of the cruiser as I lay against it. The snapping of the cuffs made my stomach knot up.
"This is just a precaution, do you know how fast you were going?"
"Not really 75 maybe?"
"lol "Yea maybe, try 93. Have you been drinking?"
"No Maam."
"Do you have a weapon on you?"
"Yes Maam, I have a concealed carry permit."
"Stay in position." Her hands worked up the right leg of my leather chaps and down the left leg patting me down. As she started up my side she felt the hard outline of my pistol under my left arm and the spare magazines hanging under my right. "I am going to help you to your feet, I suggest you don't try anything."
"No maam, I won't."
She pulled on my shoulders with strong hands bringing me upright and backed me up against the front of the car. For the first time I could see the officer that stopped me. She was tall, taller than my 5'10" more like 6'4".
"Now, I am going to remove your pistol and put it on the hood of the car, stay still, no sudden moves."
"Yes maam." She unsnapped the leather vest and unbuttoned the shirt, reaching in she pulled the pistol from the tactical vest, laid it and the two magazines on the hood of the car.
"Any other weapons?"
"No Maam."
"Are you sure because I am going to search your bike and if I find anything you haven't told me about this can get ugly."
"No Maam only the one on the hood."
"Ok, I need to see your driver's license and your concealed carry permit. Where do you carry them?"
"The inside pocket of my vest Maam."
She reached in taking the wallet and opening it on the hood, retrieving the both of them she keyed the mike, relaying my information to the dispatcher. As she waited for the information to be returned she asked:
"Where are you heading so late at night."
"To Fowler Michigan Maam, to see my girlfriend. I can't really afford a motel and I am not real keen on sleeping on one of your benches at your rest areas."
"No I would not advise anyone to do that. Why were you driving so fast?"
"Well even though it is summer it isn't the warmest out here, I was just trying to get there."
She raised her hand for me to be silent as the radio dispatcher came back letting her know I had a clean record.
"OK, I am going to put you in the back of the patrol car as I search your bike."
She steered me to the back door and putting her hand on my head helped me to get seated without cracking my head. I watched as she walked forward in the spotlight so tall and authoritive, mmmmm. I wondered what I would tell her when she found the leather Tawse, and the new Lexon paddle I had bought for Samantha. Even worse, what I would say when she found the new strap-on toy I had bought for her. I watched as she pulled item after item out of the bags and laid them on the hood of the cruiser. She stopped suddenly, and looked at me through the windshield. She pulled the Lexon paddle out and swished it through the air twice and laid it on the hood. As she pulled the Tawse from the bag her hands caressed it like it was something she was used to. She brought the leather to her nose and inhaled the smell. I didn't see her pull out the Strap-on because my face was in my hands so ashamed. The sound of the door opening brought me back to the reality of what was happening.
"Step out of the car."
Again she helped me out and brought me to the front of the car.
"I thought you said you had no other weapons?" Her fingers traced the strap-on though its new package. "Well?" She picked up the Tawse. "No weapons at all you said."
"Yes well, I, I wasn't really considering..."
"No I guess you weren't. Do you realize that 93 miles an hour puts you 23 over the limit. In this state 90 your license is pulled, and at $50 per mile over 75 your are looking at a very healthy fine, well over $1000, plus court costs. Do you have that kind of money on you?" Shaking my head I can't even answer. "The jail time for that would be 90 days if you can not pay the fine. Are you prepared to spend 90 days in jail."
"No, no Maam, I am not."
Her fingers traced the smoothness of the Tawse. "Perhaps there are other ways we can extract payment." I look up and see her smiling and her eyes shining. "I would have thought initially that you were a Dom when I pulled out the paddle and the Tawse, but when I got to the Strap-on I decided you must be a switch or perhaps a sub. Which is it?"
"I, I am a switch."
"Hmmmmmmm, how does this sound to you, You don't have money to pay for your fine, you don't have time to stay in jail for 90 days. Perhaps 25 swats for each five miles over the speed limit?"
"Wh what?"
"Yes 25 swats for each 5 miles over the speed limit, If you can only handle 50 swats I will reduce the ticket to 83 miles an hour. If you take 75 swats I will reduce it to 77 miles an hour. Does that sound fair to you?"
I nod and studder out, "Ye yes Maam."
"Oh and court cost, we mustn't forget court cost. Load your stuff back in your bike. I will keep your gun and your toys in my car." As she put my gun and toys in her car, I repacked the bike. "Very good, now I want you to stay in front of me and drive 3 exits down, make a left on the black top and go two miles. On the right you will see a gravel drive to a big red barn, go to the barn. Do you understand me?"
"Yes Maam."
"Don't try to run away, because I will clip you with my bumper, Do you understand?"
"Yes Maam I won't run away." "Good!" I ran under the legal limit as I went to the 3rd exit and made the left, two miles down she spotlighted the road I was to turn on. I pulled up to the barn, there are no houses around. She pulls up to the door, getting out she pulls the door wide open, flips on the light and motions me inside with the bike. After I am inside she pulls the cruiser in and shuts the door behind us. I am looking around and at the end of the barn are several stalls but only a couple of horses. She lays the paddle and the Tawse on the hood of the car, walks over and gets a horse blanket from the tack room. She places it over the bull bar on the bumper and drapes it across the hood. She rolls up the sleeves of her uniform.
"Come here. I will be giving you the courtesy of the first 25 on your jeans as a warm up. Lay over the hood, reach back and grab the bar on the bumper and don't let go!"
I bend over and lay my face against the blanket and feel the heat radiating from the engine.
"These chaps frame your ass nicely!"
I feel her tug my waistband, making the jeans come up the crack of my ass. WHAAAAAAAAAAAAP! I grip the bars hard to keep from putting my hand back there. WHAAAAAAAP! WHAAAAAAAAP! Each swat lands on the sit spot and it is all I can do to keep from getting out of position. The final one lands and she lets me stand. I am rubbing my ass through my jeans. It feels like I set on electric range. She has my camera phone in hand.
"I want you to have something to remember this by, something that might slow you down a bit. Well lets see that's only 5 miles an hour, that brings your ticket down to 88. Can you pay for 18 miles over the speed limit? I thought not. STRIP!"
I get out of the boots and chaps but am slower getting out of the jeans.
"Hurry up, we haven't got all night!" I strip down to my underwear. "Put your chaps back on, I like the way they frame your ass and it gives me something to hold on to. I slip them back on, glad that she has let me keep my underwear on as well. "Well what are you waiting on? Bend your ass back over the car." I do as I am told and feel her inspecting the welps from the paddle, running her hands around the leg openings her fingers tracing the paddle marks. Out of the corner of my eye I see the leather Tawse slide across the hood the same time I feel her grip the waist band of my leather chaps. KAAAAWHAAAAAAAP! I feel the burn of the leather as the Tawse rips across my underwear. KAAAWHAAAAAAP! My hands fly off of the bar but I manage to not put them on my ass. KAAAWHAAAAAAAP! I manage to keep my hands away from my ass until it is over. She is smiling as I jump and dance rubbing my blistered ass. There is absolutely nothing left of my underwear and my camera phone is in her hands again.