Mark was in a hurry to get back school -- he had a big date that night, and wanted time to prepare. He had been visiting home for the weekend; but, while it was nice to be back home, he couldn't wait to get back to college. He lived in a small town about 100 miles away from the university, so it didn't take long for him to get to and from home, but never the less, he was in a hurry.
He glanced at his watch. "_d_a_m_n_," he thought, "I have and hour and a half to get back and get ready." He sped up as he passed through a small town. Suddenly, he noticed something in his rear-view mirror that gave him a sickening feeling -- a cop.
He pulled over to the side, and waited nervously for the officer to get out and give him the ticket. His dad would kill him if he found out that he had gotten a ticket. He decided that when the officer came around, he would beg for a warning instead of a ticket.
Officer Jim Jones came to the window and asked Mark what the emergency was.
"I was just in a hurry to get back to school, sir."
"Oh, a college boy, eh?" the officer remarked.
"Yes, sir."
"Do you know how fast you were going, son?"
"100." replied Mark timidly.
"I'm going to have to write you a ticket for..."
Mark cut him off. "Please don't, sir! My dad will kill me if I get a ticket. Can't you give me a warning or something? I'm sorry! It won't happen again, I promise."
The officer took off his sunglasses and looked Mark in the eye. He could clearly see the boy was scared out of his mind at getting a ticket. He grinned. It was a boring day; might as well have some fun.
"Well, I could give you a warning, but then you'd probably just speed again after you got out of sight."
"I promise I won't, sir." begged Mark.
"Well, you did break the law, and all things considered, you should be punished."
Mark swallowed nervously.
"I'll make you a deal. I'll skip giving you a warning or ticket if you come back to the station with me for about 15 minutes."
Mark looked at him cautiously. An extra 15 minutes would mean he'd be late for his date, but if he got a ticket, his dad would never let him drive again. It was worth the time. "I'll do it."
"Good, follow me," replied Jim happily.
Jim pulled out in front and Mark followed him to a small brick building on the edge of town. He followed Jim inside, expecting a group of other officers inside. However, there were none.
"Where are all the other officers?" he asked.
"I'm the only one. When you have a town of 124, one is all you need."
Jim lead Mark back to his office and closed the door. "Have a seat, son. Let me explain something to you. I come from a real strict family. My dad always believed in using the belt. Seeing as you broke the law, you need to be punished. Since you don't want a ticket, I'm going to give you a spanking instead."
Mark looked horrified. He hadn't gotten a spanking in years. "This is outrageous," he said standing up.
Jim placed his hand on Mark's shoulder and pushed him back into the chair. "It's either this or the ticket. Take it or leave it."
Mark said softly, "What do you want me to do?"
"Take off your shirt and jeans."
Mark did as he was told. He slowly took off his shirt, revealing the rewards of a lifetime of working out. He next removed his jeans. He stood there nervously in his boxers, and awaited his instructions.
"Now, I want you to bend over the desk."
Mark did as he was told. Jim took off his belt and doubled it. "Seeing as you were going 30 miles over the speed limit, I believe 30 swats are in order."
Mark closed his eyes, and waited for the first blow. It landed right in the middle of his butt. It made him jump slightly. The next came with twice as much sting as the first. With every swat, Mark felt as if his ass was on fire. After fifteen, Jim stopped.
"Stand up and remove your shorts."
Mark, shaking slightly, stood up and lowered his boxer shorts, then bent back over the desk. Jim waited a full minute before beginning again. When the next swat landed, it felt a hundred times worse. Tears were beginning to form in Mark's eyes. The licks were slow and hard. By the 30th lick, tears were rolling down Mark's face. He stayed there, bent over, for about a minute.
"You can get up now." said Jim.
Mark slowly got up, and put on his clothes. After he had finished, he wiped his eyes, and looked at Jim.
"Thanks for not giving me the ticket."
"No problem. Hope you've learned your lesson."
"Yes, sir. May I go now?"
"Yes. Remember, the next time you pass through my town, I'll be watching you." remarked Jim with a smile.
Mark managed to smile back, and climbed back in his car, and drove away.
Two weeks later, Mark passed through Jim's again on his way back to college, except this time, he had left early enough to allow time to be pulled over. He flew past Jim's car at 100.