Nikki loved driving the stretch of the sinuous highway between the city and her home in the mountains. On one side, the mountains rose up in great granite walls. In places, they split and glacial waterfalls spilled into brilliant blue rivers that rushed through massive culverts under the road to roar downward through groves of dark evergreens, down and into the Pacific Ocean beyond.
It was a day of rare sparkling sunshine and Nikki had the top down on the red convertible Mustang her husband had surprised her with two years ago. She loved that car too. It was, she knew, so her.
Nikki’s long blond hair whipped behind her as she sped up the road. It twisted and blew across her face, stinging her cheeks and snapping across her sunglasses. She sat deep in the leather bucket seat with her long shapely legs, bare under the light summer dress, stretched nearly straight to the pedals beneath the steering wheel. She held one hand on the wheel, expertly maneuvering the car through the twists of the highway, her other arm laid across the sun-warmed doorframe.
She took her foot off the gas and slowed when she saw a dark coloured car approaching. People who weren’t used to this shoulderless highway sometimes crossed the centre line in their fear of running into the rock walls on one side, or tumbling off the edge on the other. As the car passed her, the man behind the wheel looked at her and raised his hand. Nikki looked into her rearview mirror and saw the car’s brake lights come on and its back end reared up as it came to a fast stop. A little worried, she stepped on the gas, wanting to get home now as quickly as possible.
Nikki relaxed when the car disappeared from her mirror as she rounded a curve. There were some bags from a nice dress shop on the floor behind the driver’s seat and she wanted to get home to try them on again. She checked her mirror and was startled to see the dark coloured car coming up from behind, gaining on her fast.
She wasn’t sure what to do. She didn’t want to get into a race on this dangerous road, but she was all alone out here. There wouldn’t be much traffic in the middle of a Tuesday afternoon and there would be no place to pull off for at least another five miles.
Anxiously, she checked her rearview mirror and was alarmed to see the car right on her tail. Checking the road in front of her and then looking back into the rearview mirror, she saw the man had put a red flashing light on the top of his car and was putting the distinctive police hat on his head.
Half relieved and half peeved at being pulled over, Nikki slowed, edging her Mustang onto a short stretch of shoulder off the side of the highway. She cut the engine and looked in her mirror again. The car with its red light flashing had pulled in tight behind her and she could see the officer reaching for something on the seat beside him. Nikki sighed impatiently. She just wanted to go home.
Watching out of her sideview mirror, Nikki saw the officer check his mirror and then open the door. He swung out of the car and then bent back inside. Nikki couldn’t help but admire the sculpted butt that was sticking up in the air. This guy was fit all right. And tall too. When he straightened up, he looked like he was well over 6 feet.
The officer’s cap was slightly askew on his head as he came up beside her car. Nikki would have found this comical except for the fact that when she looked up at him, his face was so stern she suddenly could find no humour in the situation at all.
“Are you aware that this is a very dangerous highway, Miss?” was his opening remark.
“Yes sir, I am,” she replied meekly. “I live not too far from here and drive it all the time.”
Paul glanced in the back seat and then back at this gorgeous woman in the hot car. His eyes travelled over her long bare legs under the short skirt; they followed the mounds of her breasts stretching the fabric and they paused briefly at the small sparkling diamond pendant that lay in her cleavage above the v-cut top. The woman clasped her hands together in her lap and Paul noted the platinum wedding band on her left hand.
He looked at her eyes through the sunglasses. He knew they were blue, the pale gold hair that poured around her shoulders and the way her fair skin was flushed from the wind would have told anyone that.
The woman dropped her eyes when he looked at her. Paul looked at the top of her head and felt a stirring in his pants. He loved this part. He loved it when women bent their heads in that submissive way. He loved how their cheeks turned red as he scolded them and the big meek eyes that would look up quickly at him and then away. He was aware that his 6’4 frame seemed gigantic to them at moments like this.
“Nonetheless Miss,” he said sternly, “you were driving too fast for this highway and I will have to ticket you for going 40 over the limit.”
“Forty!” Nikki gasped. She looked up at him angrily. “I wasn’t going that fast! I’m sure you are mistaken.”
“Excuse me, Miss,” Paul said sternly, “are you arguing with me?”
“Ohh…no,” Nikki stuttered, her nerve lost. “It’s just that…well…that’s going to be a very stiff penalty, isn’t it?”
Paul felt himself stiffen. The flare of temper was very pretty, but the way she backed right down was really exciting.
“It will be expensive, if that’s what you mean,” he told the top of her head. “But you won’t lose any points off your driving record.”
The woman shifted uncomfortably in her seat.
“It’s just that…,” she started, and then stopped.
“Yes?”
“It’s, well, it’s…”
Nikki wasn’t sure what to say. How does someone tell a complete stranger that her husband will spank her for getting a ticket?
“My husband will be very angry,” she said weakly. She glanced up at him, her face, she hoped, was a picture of remorse.
Paul smiled to himself. He’d heard this before.
“Your husband. He’s, uh, the old-fashioned type, I take it?”
Nikki squirmed in her seat without answering. She didn’t like where this was going.
Paul knew his trousers were bulging. He let his mind flit over a picture of this woman across his lap writhing under a hard spanking and he could barely contain himself.
He cleared his throat and said, “I’m sorry Miss. I’ve already called in to the station. I will have to give you a ticket.”
Nikki thought of the long-handled wooden bathbrush at home. When she was bent over pillows on the bed and the broad flat back of that brush was applied smartly to her bum, the bruises usually lasted three days or more.
“Oh, please officer," she pleaded. “You seem to understand my predicament. I…I don’t want my husband to know I got a speeding ticket.”
“Point and match,” Paul thought with glee.
The woman glanced up at him. She had removed her sunglasses and he could see a sparkle of tears in her eyes. Her cheeks were stained red and her lower lip was quivering. He crossed his arms and pretended to be thinking hard about the matter.
Nikki felt a knot in the pit of her stomach. Her panties were quite damp, she knew. It always excited her when her fate was in the hands of a man as dominant as this one. She twisted her wedding ring nervously, waiting for him to speak.
“Miss,” Paul started after several long seconds, “if I don’t give you a ticket, your husband won’t know you were driving recklessly along this dangerous highway. Is that correct?”
“Yes sir,” Nikki answered weakly.
“And if your husband doesn’t know you were driving recklessly, he won’t be able to punish you for it then, will he?” Paul continued. He was going to wrap her up in logic like a shiny little present under his Christmas tree.
“No sir,” she said through the beginning of tears.
“Well then, Miss, I think there are only two ways to go here.”
Paul shifted his weight from foot to foot. His throat was tight with excitement. He took a deep breath; he needed to stay in control or he’d ruin this.
“One, I could give you a ticket and send you home to whatever punishment your husband believes is necessary…”
Nikki started to cry. “Ohhhhh,” was all she could get out. She could almost hear the bathbrush mocking her.
“…or two,” Paul continued, “I don’t give you a ticket…”
The woman looked up at him, her tear-streaked face full of hope.
“…but….”
Paul paused. The woman’s eyes grew as wide as saucers. She knows what’s coming, inwardly Paul chuckled.
“If I don’t give you a ticket, you will not be punished for driving dangerously, will you Miss? And now if you consider it, Miss, you know you need to be punished, don’t you?”
Nikki’s mouth went dry.
“I…I don’t understand,” she whispered hoarsely.
Paul was thrilled. This was going just right.
“Well Miss, I’m suggesting that if you don’t want your husband to know about this incident, then you will have to take your punishment from me.”
There, Paul thought as he watched her face. What is she going to do now?
Nikki stared up at the officer dumbfounded. Here? He’s going to spank me here along the side of the highway? I can’t believe this is happening.
She looked about herself wildly. He can’t mean here, her thoughts raced. I’ll have to take the ticket, she thought. I’ll take the ticket and go home. Oh, but the bathbrush….
Nikki nibbled at her lower lip anxiously.
“You mean, you’d punish me here? N-n-now?”
Paul relaxed a little; this was going very, very well.
“Yes Miss, that’s exactly what I mean,” he told her.
“There’s a stand of firs over there,” he nodded to where a dense wall of evergreens stood.
“You and I will go over there and I’ll see to it that you behave yourself on this road for the rest of your life. Do you understand?”
Nikki looked over at the trees. Yes, that’s a dense screen, she thought. But spanked in a public place? Beside a major highway? It’s too embarrassing. I can’t do this. But if I don’t, I’ll get the bathbrush for sure. Wouldn’t I rather get a quick spanking in the woods than face the bathbrush?
Nikki looked at the officer’s hands. They were big, like he was, but nicely shaped and clean; even his fingernails were manicured. She felt a flooding in her panties.
“What’s it going to be, Miss?” Paul was growing impatient. Someone was bound to discover them if she didn’t hurry up and make up her mind.
Nikki gulped.
“All right.”
“All right?” Paul snapped out. “Did you say all right, Miss?”
The blonde head nodded and Paul wanted to dance for joy. The bulge in his pants was almost painful. He couldn’t wait to get his hands on her.
“Then get out of the car, please Miss,” he said, barely containing himself.
Nikki undid her seat belt with shaking hands. The officer opened the car door for her and stood aside as she got out.
Paul looked at her legs in the high heeled sandals as she swung them out of the car. She’s a beauty all right, he thought.
When Nikki stood up, Paul tossed his cap onto the front seat and pushed the door shut. He grasped her by the elbow, looked both ways, and then led Nikki to the opposite side of the road. There was a sharp drop with large granite boulders supporting the roadway. Nikki hesitated at the edge, looking down.
“I can’t,” she blurted out.
“Can’t?” Paul felt disappointment pour over him.
“I can’t climb down there in these shoes,” Nikki said waving her hand at the rocks and then at her smart sandals with the three inch heels.
“Oh,” he said, hiding his relief. “I’ll help you.”
Before she knew it, Nikki found herself turned over the officer’s shoulder like an errant child. Her bottom was turned up and pressing against his ear. He wrapped his arm around her bare legs and started climbing down the road bed.
Already subdued by the decision she just made, Nikki hung passively over his shoulder. Her short skirt had ridden up over her bottom, revealing the pink cotton panties she put on that morning, but she made no move to cover herself. The sun was warm on the back of her legs and she could feel the big muscles of the officer’s arm holding her tight.
Paul could barely breathe. Her body was light over his shoulder and her bare thighs against his cheek were as soft as down. Her ass was perfect, high and round, and he could feel it jiggling slightly as he climbed down the rocks. He wanted to run his free hand up her thighs and under the elastic of those pink panties that were exposed, but he resisted the urge. At the bottom of the roadbed, he didn’t let her down. He continued to walk towards the fir trees with his prisoner over his shoulder.
Pushing through the trees, Paul found a small clearing that was hidden from the highway, but looked out over a cliff at the wide Pacific Ocean. The sun was glinting off the water and the scent of pine was heavy in the air.
With Nikki still hung over his shoulder, Paul looked around and spied a small boulder that would suit his purpose. He walked to the rock and, in one motion, put his left foot on it, swung the woman off his shoulder and over his bent leg.
Nikki gasped as he handled her. She was shocked to find herself turned over his knee so quickly. She kicked her legs and squirmed under his hand that was pressed into the small of her back.
“What are you…” she started to say.
“You know full well what I’m going to do, young lady,” Paul said sternly. “You agreed that you deserved to punished, did you not?”
“Yes sir,” Nikki croaked. “I just…I just…”
“You just what? Did you think I was going to buy you dinner first?”
Paul laughed and enjoyed the sight of the wiggling bottom before him. Now, he let his hand run up the back of her thigh and under the skirt that had fallen back in place. He pinched her just below the panty leg and then quickly let a hard smack fall on her skirt.
“Oh!” Nikki cried out. She kicked her legs in surprise. She was pinned across his thigh with her arms and legs dangling. With his hand on her back, she couldn’t get up or shift away, she could only squirm and kick.
“Now, you listen to me, young lady,” Paul began to lecture. “That is a dangerous stretch of highway you were speeding along,”
He gave her three hard smacks.
“Oww!” Nikki screeched. This was not going to be the quick spanking she thought it would.
“Don’t you know that accidents cause a many people a lot of time and trouble?”
Paul whacked the beautiful bottom twice more. As she cried out, he lifted her skirt and pushed it up over her back. A fire roared in his belly when he saw the pink cotton stretched across her gorgeous globes and five more hard spanks rained down on the panties.
“Eeeee,” Nikki cried out. Maybe she should have just taken the ticket. This was going to be as bad as the bathbrush.
She felt his fingers in the waistband of her panties.
“No, no,” she cried and tried to stop him from pulling them down.
Paul pushed her hand out of the way and gave her another set of hard spanks.
“You asked for this, remember,” he warned her. “I will not tolerate any attempt to stop the proceedings here.”
“I’m sorry,” Nikki sobbed. “I’ll be more careful. I promise. Please don’t.”
“Nonsense,” Paul sniffed. “This is nothing.” And he yanked her panties down to mid-thigh.
Her bottom was already a faint pink and Paul could see the outline of his hand on one cheek. He massaged that spot roughly and said to the squirming woman, “When I’m finished with you, you won’t want to sit in that fancy car of yours for at least a month.”
He began to spank her steadily and methodically. His hand was big enough to nearly cover each cheek with one smack. He alternated from cheek to cheek, ignoring the woman’s cries and pleas for mercy.
Nikki’s bottom was burning. She tried to twist away from the blows that were coming hard and fast, but she couldn’t move out from under his hand. She knew she was making a lot of noise but she didn’t care, he was really hurting her.
“Owwww,” she cried out. “Stooop! Please stop! Owwww.”
Her bottom had turned bright red and Paul was hypnotized by how her bum jiggled and coloured in the natural light as he spanked her. It was if his hand was a machine rising and falling, slapping one cheek then the other. So enraptured by the sight, he didn’t hear her crying or acknowledge her pleas. He had no idea how long he had been spanking her or how many times he had struck her.
And then, just like that, she went limp. She was sobbing heavily and she lay like a rag thrown over his knee. Her legs, with panties now caught in the heels of her shoes, were still as he gave her a few last smacks.
Nikki cried her heart out. Something had let go inside of her and she was washed away on a wave of pain and relief. She forgot she was in the woods alongside a highway. She forgot she was over the knee of a police officer. She forgot that her bottom was upturned with her private parts exposed to the ocean air and the eyes of the man who was spanking her. She just let the tears flow from her heart and her soul, and she felt cleansed.
Paul was breathing heavily as he massaged her bottom and let the woman cry.
“There, there,” he said quietly. “It’s all over now.”
He picked her up and cradled her in his arms. Nikki turned her red and swollen face into his shirt and continued to sob.
“Shh, shh,” he murmured as he rocked her gently. “It’s all right. You are a good girl.”
When her sobs subsided, he put her on her feet and squatted down to pull her panties back up where they belonged. She stood unsteadily as he brushed some pine needles from the fabric and slid them up her legs. He pulled a tissue from his breast pocket and handed it to her. Then, he knelt in front of her and massaged her hot bottom through her skirt as she wiped her face.
When she was calm again, Paul stood and smiled at her.
“I think you’ve learned your lesson today,” he said.
Nikki nodded as fresh tears welled up in her eyes. She covered them with the damp tissue and sobbed quietly for a few seconds more.
“Ok now,” Paul said. “Let’s get out of here and you can go home.”
He picked her up again and carried her back to the road. On the pavement, he set her down and put his arm around her to walk to her car. He opened the door of the Mustang, retrieved his hat, and helped her in. He smiled when she winced sitting down.
“And now young lady, I think you should head home to start dinner for that loving husband of yours,” Paul said as he shut the car door.
Nikki turned her tear-ravaged face up to him and smiled. “Yes sir. Thank you, sir.”
Paul bent down and gave her a lingering kiss. He winked at her as he straightened back up.
“You were great, sweetheart. I didn’t think you were going to go for it.”
He started to walk to his rental car with the novelty light on top, then stopped and turned back.
“I think you’ve done enough for me today, darling. Go straight home. I’ll pick up dinner and see you there.”
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