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THE SPEEDING TICKET (MM, D/S, spank, oral)

Author:  Mikes_Fantasies

August 2004

"Oh shit!" I thought as I saw the blue lights come on in my rearview mirror.  I 
glanced at my speedometer and saw it falling from beyond 80 mph.  I thought I 
was safe travelling the two-lanes instead of the interstate.  But here I was, in the 
middle of rural Georgia, in a red sports car, with a Trooper on my tail.

It was between my freshman and sophomore years in college.  I had arranged a 
summer job in Florida and was on my way there from Missouri.  I had waited a 
little long to get started on the trip, so I was trying to make up some time.  I knew 
though, that I couldn't afford another speeding ticket - I had a bunch already.  If 
the courts didn't take my license or car, my parents surely would.

I slowed and pulled over to the side of the road.  The officer stopped behind me, 
left his lights flashing and walked up to my window.

"License and registration , boy," he demanded.

"Yes Sir," I handed them over as I got a look at the cop.  He was easily six feet 
tall, maybe 200 pounds and wearing a tailored tan uniform that clung to his 
muscular body.  He wore a tan Smokey Bear hat and mirrored sunglasses.  A told, 
he was pretty sexy.

"Boy," he growled.  "I clocked you at 85 miles per hour in a 55 zone."  He pulled 
his ticket book out of his pocket and got ready to write.

"Please wait, Sir," I said.  "I just got distracted and wasn't paying attention.  I 
promise to slow down.  Can't you please just give me a warning?"
"You've got to be shitting me, son," he said.  "I ran your plates and saw that stack 
of tickets you've got.  I probably ought to run you in to the jail for the night."

"Please no, Officer.  You know what will happen if I get another ticket."  I was 
begging shamelessly.  "I'll do anything if you let me off with a warning."  My 
chin was quivering and my eyes were starting to water a little as I saw the 
hopelessness of my situation.

"Well," he said, seeing my obvious fear.  "I can't let you go with nothing, but I 
suppose we could work the punishment out between us - not have to go to the 
trouble of writing a ticket.  You have to be certain.  Once we make this deal, there 
is no backing out."

"Oh yes, please Officer - anything," I stammered, wondering what I was getting 
myself into now.

"OK boy.  Start that little car up and follow me," he growled.  "About a half mile 
up the highway, there is a road off to the right.  Stay with me - I don't want to 
have to chase your foolish ass."

I followed him to the gravel road and about a quarter mile down the narrow track.  
He stopped and I pulled in behind him.  I got out of my car and walked toward 
where he stood with his arms crossed.

"OK, boy, you've made you bed.  Get ready to lie in it.  I have a leather strap in 
my car and I'm going to use it on your ass." he explained.  "The fine is one stroke 
for each mile over the speed limit and ten extra for court costs."

A little quick math told me I'd be getting 40 strokes.  How bad can that be?  I told 
him I was ready.

"Then get your clothes off, son," he said.  "All of them."

Shocked, I stuttered, "W-w-what?"  I looked around at the - currently - empty 
road.

"Did I forget to mention it is on your bare ass?  It was your choice, you made it, 
now strip."

I was beginning to have some regrets, but really couldn't get another ticket.  I 
slipped my shoes and shirt off, then unbuckled my jeans and dropped them along 
with my underwear.  I was standing in front of him, naked as the day I was born.  
He told me to turn around as he reached for his handcuffs.

"These will make sure you won't try to run away," he laughed a little as he cuffed 
my hands behind my back.

I watched as he opened the trunk of his car and grabbed a gym bag.  From the bag 
he pulled a two-foot leather strap.  Six inches of it was a wooden handle.  The 
business end was two inches wide, about a quarter inch thick, with a rounded end.  
I shuddered as I thought about the damage it would do to my bare skin.  I hoped 
he would go a little easy on me.

"Alright boy, come here and get over the fender of my car."  He pushed me 
forward over the rear fender.  My chest was on the trunk lid and my ass was 
pointing out to the road.  I looked to the left and could see our reflection in the 
side mirror.

He ran the end of the strap across my back and down my ass cheeks.  "Hold on 
tight, boy.  You're going to remember this for a long time."

He took two steps back, swung the strap behind his shoulder and stepped forward 
as he swung it at my unprotected butt.  

CRACK

"Son-of-a-bitch," I screamed as the pain raced through my entire body.  He was 
putting his whole weight and momentum into it.

"Watch you mouth punk," he yelled.  "This is a Christian county."  

He stepped back for the next swing.

CRACK

I gasped and tried to move away.  He pushed me, roughly back onto the trunk.

As he got into a rhythm, I couldn't move.  By number five, tears were rolling 
down my face.  By number ten, I was crying out loud.  He just kept swinging that 
strap.

Somewhere around twenty, I heard tires on the gravel road.  I turned to see a 
pickup truck slowing down next to us.  I did my best to stop crying.

"Hey Charlie," the driver yelled.  "What you got there?"

"Hey Bobby, just a punk from up north.  Thought he could speed through my 
county and get away with it," my torturer, who I now knew was named Charlie, 
answered.

"Hoooweee, his ass is turning all kinds of colors.  You almost finished with him?"

"No way," said Charlie.  "We're only halfway done.  He's got another 20 to go."

Bobby whistled.  "He's not going to be able to sit for a month.  You gonna fuck 
his ass too."

"Haven't decided yet," said Charlie with a little smile.  "Maybe."

With that, I started sobbing again.  The pain was horrible, I still had 20 to go and I 
may get fucked on top of it.  I was beginning to think I should have taken the 
ticket.

They both laughed at me as Charlie started in on my ass again.  After a few 
strokes, I heard the truck drive away.  At number 30, my legs began shaking 
uncontrollably.  At 35, my knees gave out and I started to slide off the fender.

"No you don't," Charlie growled.  He reached between my legs, grabbed me by 
the balls and pulled me back up over the fender.  "Stay there, punk."

Somehow I held on until 40.  He finished and told me not to move.  He went to 
his car, came back and I heard the "click - whir" of a Polaroid camera - twice.  He 
placed one of the pictures on the trunk, in front of my face.  He was careful to 
keep it out of the wet spots from my tears.  The other went into his pocket.

I watched it develop and saw a close-up of my ass - not that it was really 
recognizable.  From the top of my crack to my upper thighs, I was covered with 
ugly looking welts in many colors.

I couldn't believe how badly this man had hurt me - just for speeding. I started 
crying harder and collapsed on my knees.

"Just where I wanted you, boy," he said.

I looked up and saw his trousers straining with what appeared to be a huge 
erection.  There was a wet spot showing through near the end.

He opened his zipper and unbuttoned his trousers.  As he pulled his cock out, he 
told me, "Now it's time to give me a little gift for letting you off without a ticket."  
He laughed as he said it.

He stepped in front of me and thrust his cock into my face.  I was big and red and 
pre-cum was running freely from the end.  "Suck me!" he yelled.

I had no choice.  I opened my mouth and he slammed it into the back of my 
throat.  I choked, but he kept fucking my mouth.  Within minutes, I felt him grow 
tense and then he started cumming - and cumming - and cumming.  I swallowed 
what I could and the rest ran out of my mouth and down my chin onto my chest.

He wiped his cock on my cheek and slipped it back into his pants.  He then pulled 
out his key and released the handcuffs and pushed me backwards onto my ass.  I 
screamed as my butt hit the ground.

Charlie laughed and said, "Nice doing business with you, kid.  You be sure to 
slow down now, ya hear?"

He climbed into his cruiser and drove away.  He left me naked, on the ground, 
with an ass so sore I could barely move and his cum running out of my mouth.  It 
was only then that I noticed that my own cock was hard as a rock.