Fantasy Friday

I pull out onto the rain-drenched highway, my siren wailing loudly as I turn on the flashing red and blue lights. Catching up to the speed of traffic, I pull in behind a heavy duty pickup truck, signaling for the driver to pull over to the side of the road. The truck is easily traveling within the posted limits for this road, but that isn’t what it’s being pulled over for.

On this rainy day, I’m taking aim at another law, one that is frequently forgotten but that has become a pet peeve of mine. With the rain coming down in buckets, the driver in front of me has committed a common transgression. The pickup is running with its hazard lights in operation, thinking that this will improve the truck’s chances of being seen by drivers behind it. This is not only a misconception, but it’s also a moving violation. If a vehicle is maintaining a safe and legal speed, then it’s illegal for the hazard lights to be kept on, regardless of weather conditions. These lights are meant for slow-moving or stationary vehicles. When used on a moving vehicle, particularly in conditions of impaired visibility, the sudden appearance of hazard lights could be mistaken for brake lights, causing an approaching car to hit their own brakes, and perhaps indirectly causing an accident.

As the truck slides off to the side to stop beneath an overpass, I pull in behind the vehicle and step out of my car. I approach the driver’s side door cautiously, noting that a female is behind the wheel. I immediately ask her to provide her license and registration, and then ask her if she knows why she was pulled over. As suspected, she’s completely clueless to the law that she’s broken, showing clear surprise when I inform her of the nature of her violation.

Taking her documentation, I explain that it’s a law that’s ignored far too often, and that I’m afraid that I’ll have to give her a ticket, as I want her to remember the violation, and perhaps remind others of the obscure rule of the road. She asks me if she can’t just have a warning, and I reply that I don’t think so. Other officers would likely let her slide with a warning, or wouldn’t even have pulled her over. Seeing myself as the only person who seems to take the law seriously, I tell her that I feel it my obligation to do my part to insure that others start to obey the law as written.

The girl starts to cry, saying that she’s never had a ticket before, and that it’ll ruin her perfect driving record. Taking her information back to my unit, a quick perusal of her records affirms her claim. I start to feel sorry for her, but still decide to stand my ground for my convictions. Still, I wonder if there’s another way to handle the situation.

Getting back out of my car, I walk up to her door, again. I hand her back her license and registration, but tell her that I have to do more than let her off with a warning. If she wants to continue to have a perfect driving record, then she’d have to accept another form of punishment for her mistake to insure that she remembers the law in the future.

She immediately agrees to my offer, without even asking what punishment I had in mind. I ask her to step out of the vehicle, and then direct her to walk around her truck with me to the side of the curb opposite from traffic. She follows me without question, though I can tell from her expression that she’s starting to feel some small amount of fear at what I may have in mind.

I open her passenger door, sitting on the footstep. Looking her squarely in the eyes, I instruct her to unfasten her jeans. Her eyes go wide in surprise, unsure of my intent. Knowing some of the ideas that may be going through her head, I calmly inform her that I intend to spank her for her misdeed, which only seems to calm her a small amount. Still, assured that I wasn’t planning on violating her, she unsnaps her jeans as told.

Fortunately for the two of us, the high profile of her vehicle afforded us with a fair amount of privacy. Combined with the low visibility caused by the pouring rain, this makes it almost impossible for our actions to be noticed by onlookers or passing motorists. I pull her firmly to my side, sliding her jeans down to her knees, and then doing the same with her panties. The young girl blushes feverishly at being so exposed, but compliantly stands at my side.

I pull her across my knees, scolding her for her ignorance of current highway laws as I settle her into place. Even as I lecture her for the dangers of her actions, my strong palm lands firmly on her upturned backside, sending waves of pain through her flesh. I spank her sternly, treating her as I would my own daughter if I’d caught her being so careless. In moments, her bottom is turning a bright red, the sting heightened by a thin layer of moisture on her skin. With the rain pounding around us, water splashes up as a mist that settles on the two of us like dew. While this affects me not in the least, her yelps and squeals are a testament to how the wetness adds to the punishment.

Soon, her kicks and squeaks melting into tearful sobs, I lift her up from my lap and hold her to my chest, consoling her. I massage my fingers into her burning cheeks, easing her pain as best as I can. As her crying starts to subside, I ask her if she’ll remember this lesson, and she assures me that she will, and that she’ll remind her friends of it, too.

Back in my unit, I watch her pull slowly back into traffic, thinking to myself that she’ll do exactly as she claims.