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Characters:
Jim Cranston - Assistant Chief of Police
Donna Cranston - his wife
Ron Johnson - Chief of Police
Regina Strong - Police Sergeant
Billy Marks - Rookie Officer

Text file by Felix Dartmouth
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Campus Parking Ticket Roundup

The Board of Regents Meeting

I had just joined the State Teacher's College police force 
as the Assistant Chief of Police four months before.  I 
was at a Board of Regents meeting, where I was standing 
in for my boss, when the topic of campus parking came 
up.  At State Teacher's we had a lot of the problems that 
any college town has, bounced checks, drugs, a few 
firearms violations, burglaries, but parking violations 
were the problem that took up most of the time of the 
campus police.

Many of the students lived in small nearby towns, and 
lived off-campus and drove to class, and the parking lots 
for students were several blocks away from the class 
buildings.  We had 7 officers whose job it was to write 
parking tickets, and they were issuing approximately 30 
tickets each per day.  There were over $2,000,000 in 
outstanding parking tickets for current and former 
students.

I was on the hot seat.  Even though I had only been there 
four months, it was clear that the Board wanted this 
problem addressed in an aggressive manner.  I was at a 
conference table with 9 board members and several 
support persons and we had come to my place on the 
agenda.  One of the board members addressed me.

"Officer Jim Cranston," he said, "you know that this 
parking situation has gotten completely out of hand.  Our 
campus is getting a bad reputation because there is no 
place to park, and many of the students seem to be 
violating the parking regulations with impunity."

I knew that I had to appear concerned, but I didn't want 
to seem like a "cowboy" on my first appearance before 
the Board of Regents.  "I have been reviewing the 
problem, and there sure is a lot of money tied up in those 
tickets.  I understand that we are holding student's 
transcripts if they have outstanding traffic tickets."

"That's the reason that you are here, Officer," a gray-
haired woman in a smart dark suit said.  "We need some 
fresh ideas on this matter.  Until a student graduates, or 
requests a transcript, there is just not a whole lot of 
leverage to get them to pay.  I think that we need to 
implement stronger measures."

I was a bit uneasy with this.  Here we were at a teacher's 
college in Louisiana.  80% of the students were young 
women from small towns who were either going into 
teaching, arts or business professions.  Since I had come 
here from New Orleans, I had worked with a pretty rough 
crowd, and I knew there was a big difference between the 
criminals in NOLA and a parking ticket violator here!  I 
wondered what kind of "stronger measures" the Board 
had in mind.

I spoke carefully.  "Of course, the department is here to 
follow the guidelines of the Board with respect to the 
priority that should be given this matter.  What 
immediately comes to mind to me is that we could 
implement a range of sanctions, from barring scofflaws 
from class all the way to actually issuing warrants for 
their arrest."

"Now I think you're getting our drift, Officer," said the 
man who had spoken first.  "What we are considering 
here is proposing to the city council that any person, 
student or not, including faculty members, who has 
greater than three unpaid traffic tickets to be guilty of a 
misdemeanor, and therefore subject to arrest.  This will 
give our campus police the authority to arrest and force 
payment of this horrendous number of outstanding 
tickets.  Now, you need to tell us what you need to make 
it happen if we give you the law you need to make the 
arrests."

"I think I am beginning to understand your priorities 
here," I said.  "I will go back and discuss this with the 
Chief of Police and we will be back with out 
recommendations.  We will need to upgrade several 
aspects of our department, including the holding 
facilities, the women police officers, a paddy wagon, and 
additional restraints required for the increased volume of 
prisoners."

The Board seemed to all relax at once.  I think that this is 
what they wanted to hear!  I went a step further.  "Also, 
we will consider instituting arrest procedures on 
weekends and during class changes in the morning to 
assure that the violators are taken into custody.  I believe 
that all prisoners should be restrained in handcuffs, and 
leg-irons, with possible additional restraints if 
necessary."

A woman on the board spoke up.  "Now, I think we 
should be concerned that some of these young women 
might find it a bit traumatic to be handcuffed and ironed 
in front of their friends and hustled off to jail.  Isn't this a 
bit drastic?"

"Now, Martha, you know how bad this parking problem 
has become.  These young women need to learn 
responsibility, and a few days in irons behind bars is just 
the thing to teach them that they can't be scofflaws," said 
the eldest man on the Board.

Turning to me, he said,  "I want a detailed report at our 
next meeting and an action plan.  Also, I want a 
demonstration of your method of restraint of female 
prisoners.  I think we do need to address Martha's 
concerns."

"Certainly, Sir," I assured him.  "In general we consider 
the safety of a prisoner to be related to the level of 
restraints into which she is confined.  But we will have 
more details on this at the next meeting."

"Then, Officer, you may be excused as we move on to 
other business, and we thank you for your good work."

Dinner That Night

My wife Donna is a real dreamboat.  Her rich black hair 
falls in curls around her shoulders, she stands a full five 
foot seven.  In her high-heel pumps (which she almost 
always wears) she is almost as tall as I am.  We have 
been married over two years, and believe me, the 
honeymoon is not over!

Tonight, she had fixed a romantic Italian dinner, 
complete with candles, red wine, lasagna, and garlic 
bread.  She was wearing an almost formal outfit.  It was a 
"little black dress", pearls, dark hose, and her highest 
black pump heels. When I first saw her, I was breathless 
with anticipation.  I knew that she had plans for the 
evening that went way past dinner!

As we talked about our days (she was a doctoral 
candidate in the English Department), I mentioned the 
board meeting at the college, and that I would have to be 
hiring new staff just to keep up with all the new arrests 
that the new policy and law would entail.

Donna seemed very interested in the whole development.

"So, you are going to arrest these students in their 
classrooms?" she inquired.

"Well, that will be the first place we'll look for them.  
You know, we have all their class schedules."

"What if they won't come with you?"

"Well, Donna," I smiled. "When you arrest someone, 
they usually don't want to come with you.  They are 
required to come, though.  It's the law."

"Jim, how humiliating for them!  So, they just follow you 
out to the squad car?"

"Well, yes, we have to take it kind of slow because of 
their leg-irons."

"Leg Irons!"

"Yes," I replied, "and handcuffs, behind their backs."

"You know, I would just fall over dead with 
embarrassment if I were arrested at school and taken 
away in handcuffs and leg irons.  You know, some of 
these sorority girls aren't going to like that!"

"I know," I said.  "And some of them are the worst 
offenders."  I had been told that the girls who are 
required to dress up every day and wear heels do so 
because they like to avoid the two-block walk, and they 
have accumulated the greatest number of tickets as a 
group.

"You know," she said.  "You'd never see me caught in a 
situation where I was arrested in front of all my friends, 
chained, and taken to jail!"

"I know I'd never see you in handcuffs," I said, "but not 
from lack of trying!"

She looked up at me and smiled a knowing smile.  

*******************
A few weeks ago, we were lazing around on a Friday 
night, and I had left my handcuffs and leg-irons out on 
the bedside table.  She was tickling me, and I joked that I 
was going to put her in my handcuffs.

 "No way!" she had said.  "How do these things work?"  
I showed here and within minutes, I was securely 
handcuffed, ironed, and double-locked.  Naturally, my 
tickling continued, longer than normal, but when it came 
time for the love-making that I expected, I was informed 
that I would remain in chains for the remainder of the 
night, and not be allowed to come.  With her luscious 
mouth, she drove me to a fever pitch, but then she 
suddenly stopped.  That was it for the night, but my 
`cuffs and irons were to stay on until the next morning.  
The next day, she told me that if I even hinted at putting 
her in handcuffs again, I would again spend the night 
bound, but this time it might not be so comfortable!  That 
sounded pretty scary, because trying to sleep in handcuffs 
and leg-irons with a massive case of blue balls is not my 
idea of a walk in the park.
*******************

"You can count on that!" she said, emphatically.

Just a few bites, and sips of wine later, we were in each 
other's arms, kissing passionately.  As we had so many 
nights before, we made love and fell asleep, waking up 
the next morning in bliss.

Executive Planning Committee

Regina Strong was the first to meet me in the meeting 
room.  She was always a real go-getter, though not in an 
annoying way.  She was a criminology major from the 
big State school, and had joined the force about a month 
before I did.  I think that she was a bit jealous of my 
coming in over her as Assistant Chief, but after a month 
or so, we were getting along just fine.  She really was 
blessed in the looks department.  She had porcelain skin, 
with ruby red lips.  She wore her thick black hair in shiny 
curls about her shoulders.

The Chief lumbered in.  He had been there over 20 years, 
and I could tell he was just a bit more than impatient with 
the Board of Regents by his comments.

"I just had an earful about this parking ticket situation!" 
he exclaimed as he plopped down in his chair.  "They are 
really serious this time.  I think that they want us to clap 
every girl in this school in cuffs and throw her in jail 
until her fines are paid."

 "I'll bet that if we just stepped up the arrests, that would 
really help.  It's possible that if more of the students were 
arrested, the others would come in to pay their fines 
voluntarily," speculated Regina.

I posed a question.  "Given the present level of staffing, 
how many arrests could we handle now?  What do you 
think, Chief."

"I think about 5 per day, without reducing the patrols, but 
you have to remember that most of the students arrested 
will be women, so they'll need special facilities, and we 
need a female officer present when she is escorted."

"I think that 5 is a good number," agreed Regina.  "That 
is, if they paid up and got out of jail.  Now, if they 
weren't able to pay, we might have to have the bussed 
out to the county jail."

"I think that it would be better to have a stream of arrests, 
like 5 arrests per day rather than a big Dragnet.  We just 
wouldn't be able to handle 50 to 100 women prisoners."

"You're right on that," agreed the Chief.  "We don't have 
the space of the people."

"We would need at least 2 more bail & ticket clerks," 
said Regina, "and we could hire two more female officers 
to make the arrests."

"Jim," said the Chief.  "I'd like you to head this up.  I'll 
keep the rest of the department running.  Regina, I need 
you on this, too, reporting to Jim.  I want you to make 
sure the operation is clean and that none of the students 
have any cause for complaint.  And, I want a female 
officer in the presence of any restrained female prisoner, 
unless they are locked into a cell."

"You got it chief," Regina, acknowledged.  "Now, how 
should these prisoners be restrained?  The usual way, 
with handcuffs behind their backs, and leg-irons?"

"What do you think, Jim, you know that these are young 
women?" asked the Chief.

"I think that restraints will make a big impression on the 
prisoners, and their friends who see them arrested."

"Maybe we would go with handcuffs, and leg-irons," 
said Regina.  "You know, I read in police catalog about 
the use of gags on prisoners.  Supposedly, it makes the 
prisoner much less inclined to get rowdy.  I ordered a 
sample ball-gag, do you guys want to see it?"

"Sure," said the Chief.

Regina rose from her chair to get the gag.  She wore a 
tight dress skirt, and a wide black belt cinching her waist, 
and her dress patent heels.  They were mainly for official 
occasions, but she always wore them around the office, 
with her dark hose.

She returned in a flash with a FEDEX box.  Out of it she 
pulled what appeared to be a black rubber ball which has 
a leather strap running though the middle of it.

"Here it is," she said, plopping it onto the table.  It 
bounced a bit, then came to rest.

"Interesting," I said, picking it up to examine it.

"Aren't you going to model it for us?" asked the Chief, 
expectantly.

"Sure," she laughed.  She pulled her cuffs out of her belt.  
"I might as well be cuffed up like these girls will be, 
too."

She handed me her handcuffs, and turned her back to me.  
I quickly handcuffed her wrists tightly behind her back, 
with her wrists facing outwards, and the handcuffs 
ratcheting in tightly between the wrist and the handbone.

She gave a quick tug, and said "Not bad" to me, 
acknowledging that I had done this correctly.

"Now," she said, "take the ball-gag, place it between my 
teeth, and buckle it behind my neck under my hair."

I placed the ball next to her ruby lips, and she opened to 
receive it.  The gag was twisted between her white teeth.  
I took the leather straps and held her fragrant hair as it 
pulled the roller buckle and closed it.  Then, I came 
around in front of her, checked that the ball was properly 
centered behind her teeth, and pulled the buckle tight, 
drawing the ball back into her mouth, pulling her lips 
around the ball as the strap pulled tight and made her 
cheeks bulge above them.

Her eyes widened and she groaned.  I knew that I had 
done a good job on the ball-gag as well as the handcuffs.

"I think we should go with it, what do you think, Chief?" 
I asked.

"Looks great.  Now, Regina, what can you say, if 
anything?"

"I can thay somethinks," she struggled to get out from 
behind her gag.

"Try yelling real loud," I asked.

Try though she might, Regina could only manage regular 
voice volume when locked in the ball-gag.

"Alright, let's go with the ball-gags for all the female 
prisoners," directed the Chief.  "Regina, order a couple of 
dozen, or whatever you think is appropriate, and train all 
the officers in how to properly apply them.  

"I think this would be good to demo in front of the Board 
of Regents," I suggested.  "Just to show them our 
progress."  

"Good," said the Chief.  "You and Regina . ."

The door opened to the conference room, and Billy came 
in.  He was taken aback when he saw his boss, Regina, in 
handcuffs, and gagged.  He stood there with his mouth 
open.

"Well," said the Chief quickly.  "I think that we're 
finished here."

"Chief," I said.  "I'd like Regina to spend the rest of the 
day in a lockup cell to see if this might be too severe for 
our prisoners."

Regina protested behind her gag.

"Sounds good," said the Chief.  "You can handle it, 
Regina, and then you can feel comfortable about 
prosecuting this.  Billy, clap some leg-irons on her, and 
take her to the lock up.  Lock her down in a cell, and 
check on her every couple of hours."

"Yes, Sir!" said Billy.

"MMMMM," protested Regina, as leg-irons were 
affixed, then double-locked above her black pumps.  
Billy took her by the arm, and hustled her to the door.  
She gave him a run for his money, but a trained officer 
(one that she had trained herself can easily handle a 
handcuffed and leg-ironed woman.  Without difficulty, 
she was taken to her cell, and locked down.

"Sounds good, Jim, go for it," said the Chief.

In Regina's Cell


Later that afternoon, I was walking down the row of 
solitary confinement cells checking on another prisoner, 
and, looking in one of them, I saw Regina.  She was lying 
on her side, with her hands still in handcuffs behind her 
back, her ankles in irons, and with the ball-gag still 
strapped behind her teeth.  Her tight short skirt was hiked 
up to the middle of her hips.  She did not even look up 
when she saw my silhouette in the high glass window of 
her cell.

I used my master key, and opened the cell door.  She 
groaned in misery as I approached her and sat next to her.  
I placed my hands on each of her shoulders, and helped 
her to sit up.  The chain between her ankles clattered as it 
fell against he painted stone floor.

"Here," I offered, "let me unstrap your ball-gag."   She 
bent her head forward, and her brown curls cascaded 
down her shoulders.  I undid the ball-gag, and she 
moaned, stretching out her jaw, coughing a bit as the ball 
was pulled from behind her teeth.

"I think that I've been locked in here long enough," she 
said.  "Here, take off my handcuffs."

"You know that I just can't set you free without a release 
order.  I just came in to give you a little break."

"What time is it?"

"About 3:00"

She moaned.  "You mean that I have to spend another 3 
hours like this?  Listen, at least you can leave the ball-
gag off."

"I don't think so, I'm going to strap it back in.  But, I 
think that the gags are a great idea.  I think the Chief 
thought so, too."

She smiled, and adjusted her wrists in her handcuffs.  "I 
thought he would like it.  I mean, they are really not very 
expensive, and they really add a lot of control and 
restraint in dealing with prisoners."

"That's for sure!" I said.  "At the next Board of Regent's 
meeting, do you want to model these irons and ball-gag?"

"I am not sure I want the Board to see me in a full set of 
prisoner's restraints," she mused.  "Maybe I can get one 
of the girls in the President's Office will volunteer for the 
presentation."

"That might be a good idea," I agreed.

Regina adjusted her position, and her hips moved next to 
mine.  I noted that her skirt was still hiked up, and that 
her pink lace slip also had ridden up to her upper thighs.  
I stood up.  "Here,' I said, helping her to stand in her 
heels and irons, "let me get your skirt situated." 

I pulled down her slip, then her skirt.

"Thanks," she said, and paced about her small cell.  
There was an awkward moment.  She knew that I was 
about to leave, and that she would be again ball-gagged.

"Well," she said, "you have work to do, you can go 
ahead."

I picked up the somewhat soggy black rubber ball gag.  
She stamped her manacled feet.  "No, I will not be 
gagged!" she said, but almost flirtatiously.  I took her by 
her arm, and raised the ball to her mouth, and she turned 
her head to the side.  Then, I took her brown curls into a 
tight ponytail, and pulled back, making her raise her face 
to the ceiling.  Her mouth pulled open, and I twisted the 
ball behind her pearly whites, and carefully pulled the 
buckle tight around her hair.  Taking her face in both my 
hands, I inspected the placement of the ball-gag in her 
mouth.

"Do you want the gag-strap under your hair?" I asked.

"Uhhunng!" she grunted her acquiescence.

Holding the ball in her mouth, I noted which hole the 
buckle was in, then unbuckled the strap, and pulled it 
under her hair.  I pulled the buckle against the warm nape 
of her neck, but this time one hole tighter.  The ball fit 
beautifully into her mouth, pulling the corners of her 
mouth back, and causing a slight bulge in her cheeks 
above the black leather strap.

Surprisingly, she leaned forward against my chest.  I 
gave her a warm hug.  "See you tomorrow," I said.

I closed the cell door, and my keys rattled in the lock as 
the heavy bolt slid to.  I saw her eyes in the window, 
looking out at me over her gag.

As I left, I noted on the release log that she was slated to 
be released not at 6:00, but at 11:30 that night.  At least 
she would get overtime.

Donna has a surprise for me

When I came back home, a bit late, I saw that the lights 
were dimmed, and that a beautiful table with candles and 
wine was set.

"Donna," I called.

"Just a minute," she answered from our bedroom.  "I'll 
be right out."

She emerged in a moment as an absolute vision of 
beauty.  She was wearing a sheer pink neglig‚e that she 
had worn on our wedding night, heels, and her hair and 
makeup were perfect.

Without saying a word, she came up to me, put her arms 
around my neck, and kissed me lightly, then passionately.  
Just as I became involved in the heated kiss, she took my 
hand, and pulled me over to the dinner table.  She had 
prepared a light dinner of pasta, with red wine.  She sat 
me down, and she sat just across from me.  Just to see her 
caused a bulge in my groin and a tightening in my solar 
plexus.  She smiled at me.

"So, how was your day?"

I was not really ready for small talk, in fact, I was still a 
bit breathless from the kiss.  "Just fine," I said, "you must 
have been busy."

She dismissed her preparations.  "I just wanted tonight to 
be special."

"Well", she persisted.  "How is your new ticket program 
working out?  Have you started it yet?"

"No, not yet," I said.  "We are really just in the planning 
stages. I had a meeting with the Chief and Regina Strong 
today to talk about some of the details, and our next 
board presentation."

"Oh, why do you need to do a board presentation?" she 
asked.

"They had asked us to come back with a plan. We need 
to tell them the personnel needed, the additional jail 
space, police cars, and our plan for restraining and 
transporting the large number of female prisoners."

"Shouldn't female prisoners be easier to handle than the 
boys?  I would think they would be less troublesome."

"No, they really aren't," I replied.  "In fact, girls are far 
more apt to struggle, or kick, despite what you would 
think.  In fact, at work today, Regina proposed a new 
idea of using ball-gags on the women prisoners."

"Ball-gags!"  Donna seemed alarmed.

"Yes, in fact Regina tried one on, and the Chief liked the 
idea so much he had her put into a lockdown cell to test 
the idea out."

"Well, that doesn't sound like a lot of fun.  What exactly 
is a ball-gag?" asked Donna.

"It is a rubber ball that fits into the prisoner's mouth, then 
a leather strap goes right through the middle of it.  That 
fastens behind the neck.  If you pull the strap tight 
enough, the ball sinks back into the girl's mouth and 
pretty much prevents shouting, spitting, and intelligent 
speech.  She can get a grunt out, or a moan, but that is 
about it."

"Don't tell me you strap them into girls' mouths when 
they are arrested  - that would be so humiliating!"

"Then they should obey the law," I returned.

Donna lowered her eyes.  In the candlelight, she was a 
picture of loveliness.  She looked up at me.  "So how did 
Regina do?"

"Huh?" I asked, a bit distracted by her beauty.

"In the lockdown cell - you told me that she was ball-
gagged in the lockdown cell."

"Yeah, I checked on her, and she was OK.  I saw on the 
release log that she was set to be released a 11:30, so 
she's locked down right now!"

"Give me your handcuffs," Donna said, or I guess it was 
more of a command.

I got them off the table and handed them to her.  She 
unbuttoned my shirt, spun me around and quickly my 
wrists were expertly handcuffed behind my back.  Off 
came my pants, and I was marched into bed.  A belt was 
quickly looped about my ankles, and tightly buckled.

"You are staying like this all night," Donna pronounced.  
"I can't believe you are keeping Regina shackled and 
gagged until 11:30."  She reached for the remote control 
and began watching TV.

Despite a raging erection, I found a position where I 
could watch.  Here I was again, tied up, with a massive 
case of blue-balls, and my lovely wife just inches away in 
her sheer nightgown, distractedly surfing the channels.


END Part 0, Campus Parking Ticket Roundup




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