It was Christmas Eve. I had just finished Christmas shopping and I was on my way home. The sun was setting, casting shadows on the beautiful snow-covered historic buildings on Briar street. Traffic was very light. Christmas trees were shining brightly through the front windows in most of the shops I drove past.
I had Christmas carols blaring on the radio. I was singing along to Rudolph the red nosed reindeer. I didn't realize I was speeding until the red and blue lights came to life behind me.
I looked at the speedometer. I was going 50 miles an hour. "Oh, shit!" I cursed as I slammed my foot on the brake pedal.
"Shit! Shit! Shit!" I hit the blinker and pulled the car into a parking spot in front of a closed shop. I could hear the thick snow crunching beneath my tires. I turned off the radio, rolled down the window and killed the engine.
The officer pulled up behind me and jumped out of his patrol car. He was yelling before he ever made it to my window. "Where's the fucking fire?" The voice boomed. I recognized his voice before I saw him. It was Sergeant Don Greene. My husband's best friend since the Police Academy.
"License and regist..." He looked into the car. "Kim. What the fuck? The speed limit is 25. There's snow on the ground. It's getting dark, the temperature is dropping." He was mad. I'd never seen him mad. "You ever hear of black ice?"
"Yes, I'm sorry! I got carried away singing." I dropped my gaze to my purse. "Do you need my license or the registration? The car is my Mom's. Mines in the shop."
"No."
"Are you going to...?"
"Write you a ticket? Take you to jail? Or tell Ben?" He interrupted.
"Take me to jail or write me a ticket." I said softly. "You know I'll tell Ben myself."
"No, I'm not writing you a ticket, and I'm not taking you to jail. You don't need that. You need a good paddling."
I laughed nervously.
"I'm serious Kim. If you were my wife, I'd paddle your ass until you couldn't sit for a week and you wouldn't drive for a month."
My eyes grew big. Damn! I was glad I wasn't his wife.
"But you are not my wife, so I'll leave the paddling to Ben."
"Yes Sir." I said, hoping he didn't catch the Sir. Or, notice that I was blushing.
He noticed! Don arched an eyebrow as a look of realization swept across his face. "If I were you, I'd call Ben before that he hears about his speed demon wife from me."
"I will." I promised.
"Have a good evening Kim. Drive carefully." With that he turned around and walked back to his patrol car. I swear he was laughing.
I was on our bed, curled up under a warm blanket part way through the Christmas issue of Country Living when I heard Ben's key turn the lock.
I glanced at the clock. 9:30 PM. He was an hour and a half early. I'd been home for hours and I hadn't called Ben.
My stomach knotted, slightly. Maybe he doesn't know yet? I think, hoping to convince myself.
He was louder than usual coming through the front door, it slammed behind him. I heard the lock click then Ben dropped his duty gear by the front door. Nothing unusual there. I let out the breath I was unaware I'd been holding.
I could hear him undoing the snaps to the keepers on his duty belt as he was walking towards our room.
Shit!
When I realized he was still in uniform, I knew I was in trouble. He never came home in uniform.
"50 in a 25 in the snow. Kim, are you fucking serious?" He growled as he walked into the room.
Oh, shit! He called me Kim, not Kimmy. He cussed. He never cusses. I am screwed. Definitely, screwed. I sat up and pulled the blanket around me. I looked at the blanket, my hands, the floor... everything but Ben. I couldn't look at him.
"Why didn't you call me?" He questioned.
"I'm sorry Sir. I was going to tell you when you got home." I answered honestly.
"Well, I'm home now, so tell me"
"I um, I" I tried to find the right words.
"Don gave you plenty of time to call me, before he asked if I'd heard from you."
"I thought he'd call you later." I took a breath. "After you got home, to make sure I'd told you."
"Why the hell were you driving that fast?"
I shook my head. "I don't know."
"I don't know is not an answer Kim." He growled.
"I don't know, Sir." I sighed. "I guess I didn't see the speed limit change." I said, lying, trying to sound convincing enough to keep myself out of trouble.
"No! Don't lie to me Kim." Without even looking up, I knew he was shaking his head. "You drive Briar all the time. You know the speed limit."
Damn! Of course, he knew where I was pulled over. Don told him.
"I'm sorry." My voice cracked. "I was singing Christmas carols and..."
"Look at me." He commanded.
I slowly met his gaze, he looked every bit as mad as I thought he would. "I'm sorry."
"You're not sorry." He paused. "But, you will be." It wasn't a threat. It was a promise.
"Ben." I said softly. "Don told me what he'd do to me if I were his wife."
Ben looked a little surprised. "He did, did he?" He laughed. "He told me too. Suggested it actually. I guess you should be glad you're my wife and not his." He smiled genuinely.
"I had the same thought. Would Don really do that to Becky?" I asked.
"No, I don't think so." He took a breath. "He was messing with you."
"I'm pretty sure he knows about us now." I said softly.
"Yes, he does." Ben said as he pulled his belt off, untucked his uniform shirt and started unbuttoning it. "Because your cheeks turned bright red. Like Rudolph's nose." He teased.
"Ugh!" I kind of growled.
"He said it just confirmed a suspicion he's had for a while."
"Sex?" I wondered aloud as I watched Ben undress. "Sounds like a good punishment to me."
He raised an eyebrow at me. "Not going to happen."
I knew better. Sex was always fun, and never a punishment, unless he wouldn't let me cum. I had nothing to say. Nothing I could say was going to get me out of trouble anyway.
He picked up the issue of Country Living and handed it to me. "Why don't you finish your magazine. I'm going to take a shower. We will deal with this when I've had a chance to cool off." He sounded calmer, but the anger in his eyes betrayed his voice.
"Yes, Sir."
I flipped open the magazine. Letters. Words. Sentences. paragraphs. They didn't register. I sat the magazine down.
My stomach did flip flops when I heard Ben turn the water off and step out of the shower. I felt a little sick and I was glad I hadn't eaten recently. It took him a minute before he returned to our room wrapped in only a towel.
He ran a hand through his wet hair. He still looked a little upset. "I want you naked in the playroom." He took a breath. "On your knees, facing away from the door. You have five minutes. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Sir." I said softly.
"Go!"
I crawled off the bed and hurried to the bathroom. I quickly peed, washed my hands and stripped out of my pajamas. I folded them and sat them on the counter. I pulled my hair into a ponytail and hurried to our play room.
I got into position. Kneeling, back straight, knees spread, butt on my heels, my hands on my thighs. I stared at the floor and waited.
My mind was playing tricks on me. It seemed like I'd been in there for hours. I wondered what our guests would think if they knew what we did in this room. Since it was at the back of the house and we were less likely to be heard in it, it doubled as our play room.
"Shit Ben." I yelled in surprise when he grabbed the base of my pony tail and guided me swiftly, but gently to my feet.
He turned me, to face him.
I almost laughed, Ben had come to spank me dressed in his Christmas pajama pants and a black tee-shirt. That tee-shirt was hugging his chest and arms just right. Damn! He looked hot.
"You will not speak unless I ask you a direct question. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Sir." I said breathily.
He lightly grabbed my face and looked into my eyes. "Good girl. Your safe words like always, are Red or Peppermint."
Red or Peppermint. I nodded, knowing I wouldn't have to use one. Ben would never push me farther than I could go. Especially with a punishment.
Ben pointed toward the bed. "I want you on the edge, facing the wall. Face down, ass up.
I got into position, and a pillow landed next to me on the bed.
I turned to look at him. Questioning.
"It's for you to scream into."
"Scream into?" I questioned. My heart raced. My nerves had me feeling like I was a bomb that was about to explode and cover the room in a million little pieces of me.
"Close your eyes." It was a command.
I did and for a moment the room was quiet, then I felt Ben's breath close to my neck. He slipped the blindfold from our bedroom over my eyes.
"Not the blind fold." I protested. "It intensifies everything."
"Yes, it does." He smacked my left ass cheek. "Doesn't it?"
It didn't really hurt, but I let out a surprised shriek.
"I guess you like to disobey me and break the rules."
"No, Sir." I...
Smack! His hand made solid contact with my right ass cheek. "That was not a direct question."
