"No,” I said as I took her arm and lifted her up, “but you are going to be punished for your conduct."
Once I had us both settled in the back seat, I began to scold her for her actions.
"You can't just lift your skirt and expect to get out of a speeding ticket."
"I wasn't trying to get out of the ticket,” she argued, “I was just having a little fun. You know, just being a little naughty."
"Yes, you were being naughty,” I told her, “and do you know what young ladies get when they are naughty?"
She giggled.
"Sent to their room without dinner?"
"No."
"They get their allowance taken away?"
"No."
She saw the look on my face and sobered.
"They … they get spanked?"
I nodded my head.
"They certainly do."
A look of fear came over her face. It looked as if I was, at last, getting through to her.
"But … but I'm a grown woman. Grown women don't get spanked."
"Oh, I beg to differ with you, my dear,” I replied as I took her by the arm and gently pulled her over my lap, “Grown women get spanked all the time."
I finally felt as if I was in charge of the situation.
I laid several hard-handed swats to her skirt-covered bottom and watched as she squirmed over my knees. She was a small woman, so it wasn't hard to keep her in place, and I secretly had a feeling that she liked it.
"Now, for being twenty-seven miles over the speed limit,” I told her as I continued to smack her rear, “you will get twenty-seven spanks on top of your skirt, twenty-seven on top of your panties, and twenty-seven on your bare bottom."
"Bare?!” she screeched, “No, please not bare!"
"You didn't have any trouble lifting your skirt, pulling down your panties and showing me your bare pussy,” I said, “why should it bother you to have me see your bare bottom?"
"I … I wanted to do that,” she stumbled over her words, “I don't want to do this."
"Too bad, you should have thought about that before."
I proceeded to give her twenty-seven swats on her skirt, then raised her skirt and continued to do the same on her panties, but when it came to take her panties down, she quickly reached back to try and stop me.
"Please,” she quivered and beginning to cry, “I promise I won't speed anymore and I promise I won't be indecent in public anymore. Please … please … don't spank me bare."
"You should have thought about that when you started it all,” I said, “now, I have to finish with the punishment."
I lowered her panties to mid thigh and gave her the twenty-seven swats on her bare bottom that I had promised her. She kicked and squirmed the whole time, begging me to stop, which of course, I had no intention of doing. I spanked, watching her naked ass becoming more and more red under my hand, enjoying the control I had over her and the embarrassment I was causing her. When I finally stopped, she laid quietly over my lap with no attempt to cover herself. She finally lifted her head and looked at me.
"Do I still have to get a speeding ticket?” she asked.
I couldn't help but smile to myself.
"No, I think you've paid the price."
She got up off my lap and sat on the seat beside me.
"May I give you a hug for not giving me a ticket and for giving me the spanking I deserved?"
I thought about it for a second. I didn't think a hug would hurt anything.
"Yes, you may."
She leaned across me, then put her arms around my neck and her head on my shoulder.
"Thank you, Officer Robbins,” she whispered.
I put one arm around her to hold her close, and with the other arm, I circled her hips, my hand coming to rest on her bottom. It was warm to the touch and I swore I could feel her push her hips back to push more of her bottom in my hand. My fingers moved down the sweet burrow dividing her ass cheeks and came to rest against her feminine lips. She purred softly against my shoulder.
"My cunt is so wet,” she whispered.
This was something that I already knew. Her juices were coating my fingers.
"Would you finger fuck me?” she breathed.
I pulled her back from me and looked into her sapphire eyes.
"Young lady,” I asked, “have you ever had a black man finger fuck you before?"
She shook her head.
"No sir, but I want it. Please, I want it.” She kissed me softly and I could feel the need on her lips. “Please."
I kissed her back.
"Very well."
I gently bent her back over my lap, lifted her skirt, and took her panties off. Her bottom was still quite red and stinging, but now the warmth of the spanking had moved down to her pussy. Her juices practically dripped from her arousal and it took all I had not to ram my face between her thighs.
Her pink pussy lips parted as I entered her wetness with my long, dark finger, and I felt her wiggling and opening to my caress.