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Spanked

Date: 8/5/2015, Categories: Fetish, Author: Mdluv, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

and walked back towards her. He looked more disgruntled than before. She swallowed hard. “Your driving record is deplorable. 46 in school zone?” “I... I...” She didn’t know what to say. She closed her eyes and gathered her courage. Looking up, she searched his sunglasses, hopefully finding his eyes. “Sir, is there anything we could do besides a ticket? I promise I’ll be more careful, from now on.” She looked blatantly at his crotch, so close outside her open window, then back to the sunglasses. He stared at her, unflinching. Like he was thinking about it. “Oh, it would take a great deal more than that.” Progress. “Ummmm. What would that be, officer?” “Applying my belt to your ass might do it.” His voice was even and smooth as he said it. Smooth as glass. Her mind spun. Did he mean spanking me? No way. He flipped open his ticket book and started writing. She thought about losing her license. Having to tell her boss she couldn’t drive anymore. Would he fire her? “Please, sir. Isn’t there another way?” “I’m afraid not. You’re a habitual speeder. Eight tickets in the last year? And how many have you talked your way out of?” She didn’t want to answer that. She tried another smile up at him, but felt how weak it was. He stopped writing. “It’s your choice, ma’am. A hard lashing with my belt...or the ticket.” He stared at her for a long, long moment. “I won’t be gentle. You need to learn a lesson.” After another long moment, the scratch of the pen started again. “Okay.” It came out ... of her mouth like a squeak. She couldn’t believe she’d said it. “Okay, what?” “I’ll take the spanking.” “I told you, this won’t be some playful spanking like your boyfriend gives you. This will be a lashing. You will feel it for days which is just what you need.” His hand reached in the window, and lifted her chin up so she had to look at those damn, dark glasses. “Do you understand?” “Yes, sir.” “Are you choosing the belt or the ticket?” For the first time, she looked at his belt. It was wide, at least two inches, and looked thick, dark brown and aged. How much would it hurt? “Your belt, sir.” He let go of her chin, opened her car door and gently wrapped his strong hand around her arm, above the elbow. His fingers felt like steel. Like she weighed nothing, he pulled her out of the car and spun her around, pressing her against the roof of the car. Insistent but not harsh, he pulled one hand behind her back and the hard edge of metal pressed against her wrist. Click. Click. One wrist was cuffed. Like he’d done it a thousand times, he pulled her other arm behind her back and cuffed her wrists together. These were real cuffs, tight and hard against her skin. No way out until he decided to let her. He spun her around and took off his glasses. Green eyes. Intense. She couldn’t breathe. “This is your last chance. Are you sure you don’t want the ticket?” “No, sir. Your belt, please.” A little, wicked smile crossed his lips. “Okay. You asked for it.” His hand slipped down to the front ...