From: nogarder@ix.netcom.com(*** )
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: Mary's Brush With The Law
Date: 23 Mar 1996 20:14:22 GMT

		      Mary's Brush With the Law
				  by
			       Charlie

	Mary Smith drove nervously. She just been involved in a
dispute with a patient at the Westside Nursing home, and now was late
for an important meeting with the Chief of Nurses at County Memorial.
She accelerated to make up the lost time. Suddenly there was a siren,
and a red light flashing in her rear view mirror.

	Pulling off the road and stopping, she confronted the
familiar, but unfriendly face of Sargent Bob Jones of the Highway
Patrol.

	"Good afternoon Ms. Smith. May I see your license, please?" he
asked politely.

	"Bob, couldn't you please let me off this time? I'm on my way
to the hospital."

	"I can't understand why you young people are always in such a
hurry," the sixty year-old officer said.

	"I'm already fifteen minutes late."

	"That's no excuse for going 55 mph in a 20 mph school zone!
You might have killed one of those kids, driving so recklessly! If you
were my daughter, you'd be taking the bus!"

	"Well, I'm not your daughter, so skip the lecture," she
replied haughtily.

	"For a twenty year-old, you act like a spoiled brat. I ought
to take you over my knee, and teach you some respect."

	"Don't you dare touch me! My father is Chief of Police. Just
give me the damn ticket!" she snapped.

	"Here you go, Miss Smarty-Pants. This is the third one this
month. I can't understand how you still have your license."

	Taking the ticket, Mary pulled out into the traffic and headed
for the hospital. As she'd already missed the appointment, she stopped
and phoned her boyfriend at the police station.

	"Detective Wilson, please." Explaining this new ticket, she
asked Jim to "fix it" so her father wouldn't find out.

	"Don't you know that this could cost me my job?" he barked
back. This was a new one on her. She paused before replying.

	"Don't you love me? I need my car for work, and to see you. My
father would kill me if he knew about these speeding tickets!"

	"OK, but you better make it worth my while tomorrow night!"
Jim replied with determination.

	Mary did not know that her father had just received a D.M.V.
printout of all the licenses suspended that month in the county of
Windom, Nebraska. As he scanned it, his blood pressure rose. Cross-
referencing on the computer, he quickly learned of the four tickets
his daughter had received within the past two months. He decided to
deal with his daughter, and investigate the cover-up.

	Mary immediately sensed something was wrong when she closed
the front door.

	"Mary Jane, I want to see you in my study RIGHT NOW!" her
father called out.

	It had been ten years since she had been summoned in that tone
of voice. Hesitantly, she entered, and closed the door behind her.

	"Stop right there! Put your purse and jacket on the chair," he
said. "What are these?" he shook the tickets at her.

	Mary froze. She had been discovered! "What do you mean?" she
answered, trying to stall.

	"Don't act innocent with me. I know your tricks. Explain these
speeding tickets!" he demanded.

	"Daddy, they were just mistakes. I've taken care of them - it
won't happen again."

	"No, it won't happen again, because I am going to take care of
you right now! Get over here," he commanded, grabbing her by the arm.

	As he sat down and pulled her across his lap, Mary noticed her
wooden hairbrush on his desk. "Daddy, no! Don't spank me!" she cried.
"I'm too old for this!"

	"Since You're not too old to act up, you're not too old to be
punished!

	"This is embarrassing! Let me go!" she begged.

	"I will let you go after you've been spanked. You acted like a
wilful little girl, so you'll be treated like one!

	Mary squirmed, but was held securely by her father's right
arm.

	"Each ticket will be paid for by one spank for each mile/hour
over the speed limit. The first isn't bad: 45 in a 30 mile zone -
fifteen spanks!"

	"You can't do this. You haven't spanked me in over ten years!"
she reminded him desperately...

	"I'd say that this is overdue!" replied her father, lifting
the back of her uniform skirt.

	Mary tried to keep her clothing in place, but her father
trapped her arm across her back, raised her skirt, and started pulling
her white nylon briefs down.

	"No! Not on my bare bottom!"

	"You are going to get just what any sneaky brat deserves," he
said, lowering her panties to her knees.

	Putting the first ticket on the floor, in front of her, he
took up the hairbrush. "You can look at it during the spanking!
Fifteen swats for this ticket. Here's the first," he said, bringing
the brush down sharply on the right side of her bottom. SPANK!

	"OW!" she cried! "That hurts!"

	"Here's number two!" he told her, as the brush made contact
with her left cheek.

	"NO! Please stop!"

	"I'm not going to stop until this debt is paid!" With that, he
gave her four hard wallops on the right side.

	"NO! OW! Stop, please! NO! I'll be good! OUCH!"

	"Stop? I've just begun!" With that he added four more on the
left side.

	Every spank made Mary howl.

	"Now, the last five across the base!"

	Mary squealed and struggled with each stroke. Her eyes blurred
with tears. She couldn't see the ticket anymore.

	"Go stand in that corner before we continue!" he curtly said,
releasing her. "I want your skirt up, panties down, and arms at your
side - NO rubbing!"

	Tearfully, Mary shuffled off to the corner as she was told.
Her bottom burned fearfully.

	For ten minutes her father lectured her on the hazards of
speeding and reckless driving, then he took her across his lap for the
second installment - twenty-five spanks this time.

	Her bottom was crimson, and tears were flowing freely down her
cheeks, when Mary stood in the corner again. Another lecture on lawful
behavior, and then over his knees again.

	This ticket was the worst - 85 in a 30 mph zone. Even though
her father was not spanking hard, the cumulative effect of 95 swats
with the hairbrush made the anguished Mary cry out with each spank.
She now truly regretted her thoughtlessness in not obeying the speed
limit!

	After more corner time, there was the final ticket to be "paid
for". "Thank goodness, he doesn't know about today's!" she thought.

	Fifteen stinging spanks, time in the corner with her bottom
burning, and the punishment was finally over!

	"I am sorry you had to learn this lesson the hard way," her
father lectured. "Your driving is suspended. You will use the bus from
now on."

	"Yes, Dad," Mary meekly replied, secretly resolved to hitch a
ride from every cute guy with a car.

	Frantically trying to rub the fire out of her bottom, she
painfully replaced her clothes, and headed for her bathroom. Several
cold compresses finally brought the swelling down.

	The next morning, her bottom was marked. Every step painfully
reminded her of the humiliation of being spanked like a little child.
She wondered how she could get out of the date with Jim that night,
without having to explain her "brush with the law!"

	Jim was furious when he heard Mary's message on his machine,
cancelling their date. For the next three hours, he tried
unsuccessfully to reach her.

	Finally her father answered, but he didn't know where she was
either. He was concerned since the nursing home had called, wondering
why she hadn't come to work. His guess was that she was traumatized
after such a severe spanking.

	By 9 pm, Mary hadn't returned, or called with an explanation.
His anger fueled by her lack of consideration, Jim called all over
town, trying to find his girlfriend. At 10 pm he located her in at the
gym, in the jacuzzi. He asked the manager not to tell her he'd
called, and to stall her, if she tried to leave before he arrived.

	"There you are! I want an explanation why you broke our date,
and I want it right now!" he demanded.

	"What right do you have BARGING here on Women's night?" she
countered, trying to throw him off guard.

	"I have the right to search for a missing person - actually a
selfish brat who cancels a date without an explanation, then hides in
a jacuzzi. The owner let me in since she knew we were lovers, and no
one else was here."

	Mary felt somewhat secure in the pool with him kneeling at the
edge.

	"Get out so we can talk properly!" he said, reaching for her.

	Mary countered his grip and almost pulled him into the water.

	"You want to play rough, do you?" he asked as he hauled her
out of the jacuzzi.

	"Let me go," she cried.

	Jim sat down on a bench and pulled her over his knees. "You
deserve this!" he told her as he got her into the traditional spanking
position. "I don't care if you're dripping wet, I'll dry you out
fast!"

	As he looked at her cute bottom in the bikini suit, he noticed
the marks from the hairbrush. "Well, what do we have here? Don't tell
me you got spanked recently!"

	"Let me up, you brute!" Mary cried, struggling. "I don't want
a spanking!"

	"You are not getting up until I decide," Jim replied sternly.
"Your wants are not important now. I demand some answers. Why didn't
you go to work today? Where did these marks come from, and why did you
break our date?"

	"Let me go!" she repeated, struggling wildly across his lap.

	"Since you persist in acting like a spoiled brat, I'll just
have to `add' to the job someone else started." With that he started
to pull her bikini bottom down.

	"NO! Someone will come in and see us!" she pleaded, trying to
keep it in place.

	"They won't see any `skin' they haven't seen before. As for
watching your spanking, that will add to your punishment."

	Mary wiggled, but couldn't get up. By now Jim had removed her
bikini bottom completely, and she was quite conscious of her bare
bottom sticking up for anyone entering to see.

	"Not ready to tell me the truth yet?" he queried. "Then
prepare to accept the consequences," with that he brought his right
hand down sharply on her left cheek.

	"OW! That hurts! Stop!"

	"I'll stop when you've given me some honest answers and you've
been properly punished for your treatment of me." With that Jim gave
her an matching spank on the right cheek.

	They were only two spanks, but on her wet bare skin, Mary's
bottom started to turn bright red almost immediately. On top of the
sound hairbrushing she'd received from her father, she was already
experiencing a lot of pain.

	"NO! No more. Please!"

	"I don't hear any answers," Jim countered, applying two
stinging spanks across the lower part of her bottom.

	"OUCH! OW! Please, I'll tell you. Just give me time."

	"You have ten seconds. Make it fast, or I'll start again," he
replied, keeping his hand poised over her quivering pink bottom.
"Ten... nine... eight... seven... six... five... four... three...
two... one! Sorry, time's up!" with that Jim gave her another hard
swat on her left cheek.

	"NO! I'll tell you. Please stop! she sobbed. "It was my
father. He found out about the tickets, and used a hairbrush - the
first spanking I had in ten years."

	"POOR THING, but why break the date?"

	"I was embarrassed, and this evening I began to feel so stiff
and sore that I just didn't feel up to seeing you," Mary whimpered.

	"That's no excuse for acting like a little brat. You agreed to
make it worth my while tonight in exchange for my aid with this latest
ticket. Since I haven't had that satisfaction, your behavior merits
more spanking."

	Immediately, Jim resumed the spanking with a quick twelve
across the center of her bottom.

	"OH!! please stop. I'll do anything, even let you FUCK me
right here."

	Jim quickly let Mary up. Shedding his pants and shorts, he
pushed her on her back on the bench and entered her in one motion. The
heat from this new spanking made her give Jim the best sex of any of
their times together. Afterwards, Jim took her home to her father.

	The next evening, Jim proposed. At first Mary stalled, but a
couple new spanks over her dress speeded up her acceptance.

	Inevitably a sound bare bottom spanking on her honeymoon night
would convince Mary that she'd better "respect the law" in the future.
Jim knew how to keep his naughty young bride hot and happy, even if a
bit sore in several places.

			       The End