If It Would Please The Court

IF IT WOULD PLEASE THE COURT

BY Sizzlebuns

The red and blue lights came from out of nowhere as my bike was purring down the Michigan interstate. I glanced down and watched the speedometer fall from over 90, as I hit the brakes. Crap this wasn't going to be good. The spotlight broke through the midnight darkness and blinded me as I stepped off the bike. A female voice came from the speaker

"Remove your helmet and step to the front of the patrol car."

I hung the helmet off the mirror and stepped to the car, my hands spread wide apart.

"Place your hands on the hood of the car and stay in that position."

I did so and waited for several seconds then heard the door open and the crunching of gravel as the officer approached. Still blinded by the light I could not make out anything but a dark form approaching me.

"Put your hands behind your back."

I did so feeling the heat from the hood of the cruiser as I lay against it. The snapping of the cuffs made my stomach knot up.

"This is just a precaution, do you know how fast you were going?"

"Not really 75 maybe?"

"lol "Yea maybe, try 93. Have you been drinking?"

"No Maam."

"Do you have a weapon on you?"

"Yes Maam, I have a concealed carry permit."

"Stay in position." Her hands worked up the right leg of my leather chaps and down the left leg patting me down. As she started up my side she felt the hard outline of my pistol under my left arm and the spare magazines hanging under my right. "I am going to help you to your feet, I suggest you don't try anything."

"No maam, I won't."

She pulled on my shoulders with strong hands bringing me upright and backed me up against the front of the car. For the first time I could see the officer that stopped me. She was tall, taller than my 5'10" more like 6'4".

"Now, I am going to remove your pistol and put it on the hood of the car, stay still, no sudden moves."

"Yes maam." She unsnapped the leather vest and unbuttoned the shirt, reaching in she pulled the pistol from the tactical vest, laid it and the two magazines on the hood of the car.

"Any other weapons?"

"No Maam."

"Are you sure because I am going to search your bike and if I find anything you haven't told me about this can get ugly."

"No Maam only the one on the hood."

"Ok, I need to see your driver's license and your concealed carry permit. Where do you carry them?"

"The inside pocket of my vest Maam."

She reached in taking the wallet and opening it on the hood, retrieving the both of them she keyed the mike, relaying my information to the dispatcher. As she waited for the information to be returned she asked:

"Where are you heading so late at night."

"To Fowler Michigan Maam, to see my girlfriend. I can't really afford a motel and I am not real keen on sleeping on one of your benches at your rest areas."

"No I would not advise anyone to do that. Why were you driving so fast?"

"Well even though it is summer it isn't the warmest out here, I was just trying to get there."

She raised her hand for me to be silent as the radio dispatcher came back letting her know I had a clean record.

"OK, I am going to put you in the back of the patrol car as I search your bike."

She steered me to the back door and putting her hand on my head helped me to get seated without cracking my head. I watched as she walked forward in the spotlight so tall and authoritive, mmmmm. I wondered what I would tell her when she found the leather Tawse, and the new Lexon paddle I had bought for Samantha. Even worse, what I would say when she found the new strap-on toy I had bought for her. I watched as she pulled item after item out of the bags and laid them on the hood of the cruiser. She stopped suddenly, and looked at me through the windshield. She pulled the Lexon paddle out and swished it through the air twice and laid it on the hood. As she pulled the Tawse from the bag her hands caressed it like it was something she was used to. She brought the leather to her nose and inhaled the smell. I didn't see her pull out the Strap-on because my face was in my hands so ashamed. The sound of the door opening brought me back to the reality of what was happening.

"Step out of the car."

Again she helped me out and brought me to the front of the car.

"I thought you said you had no other weapons?" Her fingers traced the strap-on though its new package. "Well?" She picked up the Tawse. "No weapons at all you said."

"Yes well, I, I wasn't really considering..."

"No I guess you weren't. Do you realize that 93 miles an hour puts you 23 over the limit. In this state 90 your license is pulled, and at $50 per mile over 75 your are looking at a very healthy fine, well over $1000, plus court costs. Do you have that kind of money on you?" Shaking my head I can't even answer. "The jail time for that would be 90 days if you can not pay the fine. Are you prepared to spend 90 days in jail."

"No, no Maam, I am not."

Her fingers traced the smoothness of the Tawse. "Perhaps there are other ways we can extract payment." I look up and see her smiling and her eyes shining. "I would have thought initially that you were a Dom when I pulled out the paddle and the Tawse, but when I got to the Strap-on I decided you must be a switch or perhaps a sub. Which is it?"

"I, I am a switch."

"Hmmmmmmm, how does this sound to you, You don't have money to pay for your fine, you don't have time to stay in jail for 90 days. Perhaps 25 swats for each five miles over the speed limit?"

"Wh what?"

"Yes 25 swats for each 5 miles over the speed limit, If you can only handle 50 swats I will reduce the ticket to 83 miles an hour. If you take 75 swats I will reduce it to 77 miles an hour. Does that sound fair to you?"

I nod and studder out, "Ye yes Maam."

"Oh and court cost, we mustn't forget court cost. Load your stuff back in your bike. I will keep your gun and your toys in my car." As she put my gun and toys in her car, I repacked the bike. "Very good, now I want you to stay in front of me and drive 3 exits down, make a left on the black top and go two miles. On the right you will see a gravel drive to a big red barn, go to the barn. Do you understand me?"

"Yes Maam."

"Don't try to run away, because I will clip you with my bumper, Do you understand?"

"Yes Maam I won't run away." "Good!" I ran under the legal limit as I went to the 3rd exit and made the left, two miles down she spotlighted the road I was to turn on. I pulled up to the barn, there are no houses around. She pulls up to the door, getting out she pulls the door wide open, flips on the light and motions me inside with the bike. After I am inside she pulls the cruiser in and shuts the door behind us. I am looking around and at the end of the barn are several stalls but only a couple of horses. She lays the paddle and the Tawse on the hood of the car, walks over and gets a horse blanket from the tack room. She places it over the bull bar on the bumper and drapes it across the hood. She rolls up the sleeves of her uniform.

"Come here. I will be giving you the courtesy of the first 25 on your jeans as a warm up. Lay over the hood, reach back and grab the bar on the bumper and don't let go!"

I bend over and lay my face against the blanket and feel the heat radiating from the engine.

"These chaps frame your ass nicely!"

I feel her tug my waistband, making the jeans come up the crack of my ass. WHAAAAAAAAAAAAP! I grip the bars hard to keep from putting my hand back there. WHAAAAAAAP! WHAAAAAAAAP! Each swat lands on the sit spot and it is all I can do to keep from getting out of position. The final one lands and she lets me stand. I am rubbing my ass through my jeans. It feels like I set on electric range. She has my camera phone in hand.

"I want you to have something to remember this by, something that might slow you down a bit. Well lets see that's only 5 miles an hour, that brings your ticket down to 88. Can you pay for 18 miles over the speed limit? I thought not. STRIP!"

I get out of the boots and chaps but am slower getting out of the jeans.

"Hurry up, we haven't got all night!" I strip down to my underwear. "Put your chaps back on, I like the way they frame your ass and it gives me something to hold on to. I slip them back on, glad that she has let me keep my underwear on as well. "Well what are you waiting on? Bend your ass back over the car." I do as I am told and feel her inspecting the welps from the paddle, running her hands around the leg openings her fingers tracing the paddle marks. Out of the corner of my eye I see the leather Tawse slide across the hood the same time I feel her grip the waist band of my leather chaps. KAAAAWHAAAAAAAP! I feel the burn of the leather as the Tawse rips across my underwear. KAAAWHAAAAAAP! My hands fly off of the bar but I manage to not put them on my ass. KAAAWHAAAAAAAP! I manage to keep my hands away from my ass until it is over. She is smiling as I jump and dance rubbing my blistered ass. There is absolutely nothing left of my underwear and my camera phone is in her hands again.

"You moved your hands. during your punishment. I am not sure we should count that series."

"No, please! Please count it."

"Well I showed you the courtesy of not cuffing you, you did not show me the respect of staying in place. Do I need to cuff you next time?"

"Yes, I, I guess so."

"Ask me, ask me nicely to cuff you for your next punishment."

" Maam would you please cuff me so I don't move for my next punishment."

"Of course I will since you asked nicely. Get in position."

I bend back over the hood of the car, stretching my hands back she cuffed the right one to the bar and then the left. She takes a length of rope from the barn wall, tying one end by my left hand she pulls the rope over my waist and secures it to the bar on my right side. Her hand pulls the remainder of the fabric from my underwear leaving only the elastic around my waist and legs. I am at her mercy as she leans against the hood, whispers in my ear and toys with my bottom.

"Your girl friend doesn't give you discipline spankings does she? I thought not. I would guess you are more into roleplay aren't you?"

"Yes Maam." Her finger slides down the crack of my ass and I stiffen up.

"I don't think you have shown me the proper respect! Moving your hands, when I specifically asked you not to. I don't think you respect me as a woman State Patrol Officer."

Her finger circling my butt hole as she talks. I can see her reflection in the car windshield, I watch as she removes her uniform and panties she crawls over my body and I feel the fur from her mound as she slowly slithers up my back leaving a wet trail from her pussy. Over my head then I see her naked ass as she pushes it back in my face.

"Respect, respect is something you have to learn. I want to feel your tongue on my ass. AND ONLY MY ASS! If you attempt to touch my pussy there will be consequences."

My tongue slides up and down her crack my nose inhaling all her fragrances.

"Tongue it damn it or you will wish you did!"

My tongue circles her ass hole, flicking, tickling and teasing.

"I want to feel kisses! Kisses of respect. I will feel them now if you know what is good for you!"

I strain to kiss her cheeks and her crack. The tip of my tongue slips inside her neither hole and she moans.

"Yes! Yes, show me how much you respect me!"

She humps the warm hood of the cruiser and rubs her ass in my face. I lick her hot and heavy, smelling her pussy juices as they run down the hood of the patrol car. Finally, she slips away, leaving my face in the wet juices pooling on the hood.

"Well back to the business at hand. I believe we are down to 83 miles an hour. Are you ready to call it quits? Save that tender ass of yours. Spend the time in jail?"

"No, no I can't quit."

"Very good." Her fingers ran down the inside of my leg pushing it wide apart. A rope is tied keeping it spread wide. Her hand slides back up that leg tickling the balls and the crack of my ass then down the other leg pushing it wide apart. I hear her boots as she walks to the tack room and returns with a short buggy whip.

SWISSSSSHS-TWAAAAAP!

"Arrrg!" OMG!

SWISSSSSHS-TWAAAAAP! The thin whip wraps around my leg stinging the inside. I yelp like a dog as each sting finds a new landing spot. SWISSSSSHS-TWAAAAAP! I lay there strapped down and panting after the 25 with the Buggy Whip. Her hands roam all over my backside, tracing the welps. I am thankful for the leather chaps at least the tender inner thighs were protected. She toys with my asshole and I jerk and clench. She merely laughs at my response.

"Oh a very sensitive bottom! Are you sure you can take more? You are so red and marked up."

"Yes, yes there is no way I can stop now."

"Very well, very well. Perhaps the razor strop can punctuate the seriousness of your offense?"

"Please, please I can't take much more."

"What? You're giving up?"

"NO, no I just beg you to have mercy. Please please Maam."

"So you want the 25 but you want me to take it easy on you? Do you think you can have both?"

"Please Maam mercy mercy."

"If I take it easy on you... there will be stipulations."

"Stipulations? "

The car shifts as she crawls on the hood. Spreading her legs she lifts my head and places on her thick hairy mound.

"Please me and I'll make them easy, If you don't I'll make you scream!"

My tongue starts licking and tasting her hot hairy mound. My nose is overwhelmed with her aroma. My tongue darts this way and that licking and suckling the inner folds of her lips. I nibble at her clit bringing her into my mouth. My tongue spanks her clitty to and fro as I tongue as never before trying to save my sore ass. Her legs wrap around my head like an octopus clings to its prey. Her breathing is heavy as I feel her shudder and her lips constrict on my tongue. I don't let up, I need to make her satisfied. I can't take the chance of stopping. Her back arches and she pulls my face even tighter. She cums in gushes, covering my face, my nose full of her sweet nectar and my mouth gasping for any chance gulp of air. Her muscles relax and she lays back against the cruiser's windshield, I continue to lick and suckle her juices. Teasing her lips and clit until she shudders again. Laying there until her breathing returns to normal. She rises letting my face slide back into her pools of cum on the hood. I feel her hands gently run down my side and when she swings the strop it is firm but not hard. She concentrates on the area above the leg openings on the chaps. When the 25 are finished she smacks my ass with her bare hand.

"You still have 25 more to go." I Groan but the groans turn to moans as she softly smacks my ass then runs her nails across it. She alternates that process smacking and rubbing, rubbing and smacking. Occasionally she smacks then nibbles at my cheek. I am about to go nuts, I know my cock is standing at attention. Precum is running like syrup from a bottle. She stops spanking after 25 but continues to rub my ass, letting her fingers run down my cock.

"Well, Mister your sentence has been served but there is still the matter of court costs."

I am panting like a dog in heat. C... Court cost? She pulls the box with the new strap-on toy from my bike bag.

"Yes court costs. This is new? Has your girlfriend ever used one of these on you?"

"No! No Maam, she has threatened, but never used one."

"MMMMMM well I am sorry to tell you she isn't the one that's going to get your Cherry!"

I hear her buckling the heavy leather straps and adjusting the fit. I strain to see her. She walks to the side of the patrol car and lets it thump against the hood. Whaap Whaaap.

"My Goodness this is a thick heavy fucker! The head must be 3 inches!" I Smell the Peppermint lube as she coats the length of the shaft and smears the head with the slick lube. She takes her fingers and lubes my ass hole. One finger turned to two as she worked them in and out making me slick. I feel the heat build up immediately.

"Boy I hope you are ready for this. You are going to feel every inch, every ridge, starting with this thick head."

I grunt as she lays the head against my puckered hole.

"Relax, just relax." Her hand goes around me and grips my cock, she squeezes hard the same moment she pushed the head in.

"ARRRRRGH oh fuck, oh oh oh shit!."

"Easy boy, easy."

She slowly starts pumping my cock, base to tip. I feel every ridge, every nub, every inch as she slides the Dildo in until I feel her thick bush rubbing the crack of my ass. I take a deep breath as she slowly pulls back until the thick head starts to spread my asshole. In and out she plunged the thick dildo stroking my cock in rhythm with her thrust. Faster and fast she pumped working herself up. Her hands clutching my hips as she rides me hard and fast. Suddenly I cum hard spewing cum against the horse blanket. I squeal and collapse in my restraints, Slowly she pulls out, the head spread my ass hole one last time and I groan. My cuffs are undone and the rope removed from my back. I struggle to stand straight up, my legs quivering. I watch as she removes the Strap-on and starts to get dressed. I catch her looking at my ass smiling.

"Your ass is not going to feel good on that bike LOL."

After getting dressed she hands me her card.

"Tell your girlfriend to call me. Tell her everything that happened here. I am sure she will want to punish you for getting pulled over."

by Sizzlebuns