You've worked a long day, had to stay late because of an audit and you're tired and frustrated. It's raining out, and you are driving home, not paying attention to the speed limit ... simply wanting to get home.
I am on duty, sitting in my patrol car on a quiet stretch of highway watching the sparse traffic cruise by. It's late, rainy and I've had to pull a double because of cops calling out sick. I see lights approaching and check the radar ... 63 in a 45. Time to hit the lights.
You look up in your mirror and see the blue lights. "Shit" is all you say, and you slow to the speed limit. You're close to home so you don't want to pull over yet. You come to your turn-off, signal and make the turn.
Watching your progress, I follow you. Lights on, but no siren ... I know you see me. You're driving slowly now, but not stopping. I wonder what you're doing and why you aren't stopping. I'm about to hit the siren, and you pull over, actually into a driveway. The garage door opens and you drive in.
I pull in behind you, grab my ticket book and walk to your door. It's pouring out and I get wet following after you. "Hey, why didn't you pull over back there?" I ask. You step out of the car and look at me, then you look down, knowing you've been bad.
"Um ... uh ... I'm sorry, I didn't want to get wet" you say sheepishly. "I thought it'd be better in here, I'm sorry Sir."
"Alright, I understand. No need to be scared miss. But you should pull over as soon as you see the blue lights, otherwise I might think you're trying to get away." I say. "Now, do you know why I pulled you over?" I ask.
"Well ... um ... I-I guess I was going too fast. I'm really sorry sir, I don't usually go fast, it's just that I wanted to get home in my pajamas and into bed." you say.
"Well, I'll try to make this painless for you so you can go get comfortable soon." I pull out my ticket book and ask "may I see your license and registration please?" You seem to react to the statement, and quiver just a bit. "Yes sir." you say, biting your lip.
You reach into your car and get the documents. You turn, head tilted down, and present them to me. Intrigued, I take them from your hand and look at them. Your hand drops to your side, and you stand there, head bowed.
"Look, you know what you've done, and I think you're being too hard on yourself. I'm not going to write you a ticket, but please keep to the speed limit or I may not let you off next time." I say. You look up just a bit and I can see the corner of your mouth curl into a smile. "You don't have to let me off this time Sir" you say "I should be punished for breaking the rules."
My head tilts as I wonder about your comment. "You mean, like you want me to write you a ticket?" I ask.
A small giggle escapes you as you say "No silly, I mean YOU should punish ME." and you give me a wink. You turn and head towards the door leading into the house. You open it, and step inside. Before disappearing you take one final peek out the door to see if I'm following. When I see the look on your face in the doorway, I drop my ticket book and follow you inside.
Entering through the door I find myself in a dark room. It's the kitchen, some appliances have digital clocks illuminating the night. I call out "Miss? Where did you go?" I stop and listen, then I hear footsteps upstairs. I find my way to the stairs in the dark, and climb them two at a time. I reach the top and see an open door with a light on, a dim light but still a light. I approach the door and see you there, kneeling on the floor, arms at your side, head down, waiting for me.
I step into the room. You don't move. I approach you and stop right in front of you. You remain settled on your knees, ready for punishment. I inspect the room, it's a bedroom. On the dresser are some items, but it's too dark to make them out. I think for a second, taking in the whole situation. Something like this has never happened to me before, and it's a lot to digest.
I approach the dresser for a better look, and upon seeing what items lie there, I understand.
From the dresser I take two items, and walk back to where you are still kneeling on the floor. I reach down with one item, and wrap it around your head. You remain kneeling, now blindfolded.
I pull the dress you are wearing up over your head. It comes off easily leaving you in your bra and stockings. Red stockings, no panties. "Very nice" I think to myself. I unclasp the bra and slide it down over your shoulders where it drops to the floor.
I lift you to your feet, you willingly take my direction and stand. We take the few steps to the bed, where I lie you down, face down, bottom up. I lightly caress your bottom with the tips of my fingers and you react to my touch with gentle soft moans.
Gently, ever so lightly I brush my fingers across your bottom. The goose bumps raise with my touch. You begin to move your hips with the motion, enjoying the lightness of the touch.
