Tara-Jayne was late. Very late! She started her car and raced off at top speed. She knew she was driving way too fast and way too recklessly but right now, she couldn’t think about that. All she could think about was getting to her meeting on time.
Her heart sank when she heard police sirens behind her and an officer gestured to her to pull over.
She buried her head in her hands! “This is all I need!” she muttered.
She looked up into the face of what had to be the best-looking police officer in the entire force.
“Do you have any idea what speed you were doing?” he asked sternly.
It didn’t matter what he said to her. Tara-Jayne was in love! 
“I know, I know!” she said looking at him imploringly out of her beautiful Irish blue eyes. Most men melted into a puddle at her feet under the sheer magnetism of her gaze. This one seemed quite unmoved, however and continued to regard her sternly.
“I’m very sorry! I’m late for a very important meeting and….” She broke off, knowing full well how feeble her excuse sounded. He probably heard the same weak excuse everyday….probably ten times everyday!
“Is there any meeting on this earth worth killing yourself or someone else for?”
“You’re absolutely right!” she agreed smiling at him. “I’m very sorry. It won’t happen again. I promise I’ll be more careful in future.”
And he probably heard the same empty promises everyday ten times a day!
“May I see your licence please?”
Reluctantly she took it out of her purse and handed it to him. He glanced at it and then looked at her and she knew exactly what he was going to say before he even said it.
“You already have 9 points on your licence!”
She swallowed nervously. “Yes, yes, I’m afraid, I do!”
“Add these three that you have just earned and you lose your licence for a year!”
“Oh please, no!” she exclaimed in dismay. “I really can’t afford that. I need to drive for my work.” She looked at him beseechingly. “Please.”
He stared at her long and hard for several minutes.
“Well, now”, he said. “It seems as though you are making a habit of speeding and maybe it’s going to take some drastic action to get you to slow down!”

There was a short silence while he seemed to be pondering what to do.

“Tell you what,” he said. “We’ll do a deal. Instead of enforcing this ticket, how about you come to me tonight for a good spanking?”
​A spanking! Well, maybe she wasn’t quite so in love with him after all!

She stared at him speechlessly! He couldn’t be serious, of course! Only…. It appeared that he was!
“Looks to me like you have a choice, young lady! Lose your licence or take a spanking. Which one is it going to be?”
Well, did she really have a choice?
“Jenniker Gardens, 6 pm tonight. Don’t be late!” he called over his shoulder as he walked off and got into his car.
Of course she was late for her meeting and got a dressing down for that. Now she was going to get a spanking as well. Life was just not fair!
Five minutes to six that night saw her walking reluctantly up the pathway of Jenniker Gardens. He opened the door looking even more gorgeous than he had looked that morning. But all she could focus on was the size of his hands.
He gestured to a chair. “Sit down, make yourself comfortable!”
“Can’t we just get this over with?” she muttered.
“Fraid not!” he said with a slightly amused smile. “You see, I want to be sure that you really understand the danger of driving the way that you do. I want you to understand exactly why you are going to get this spanking.”
“I do understand,” she said a bit sulkily. “Just get on with it!”
“Careful, young lady,” he warned. “A bad attitude will earn you a double spanking!”
She sat down and waited. What was he going to do next?
“Can I get you anything? Tea? Coffee?”
She couldn’t believe it! Was this going to turn into a social occasion?
“No!” she said crossly. “Thank you!” she added quickly when she saw a frown cross his face.
“No, thank you – who?” he asked with some menace in his voice.
“No, sir,” she whispered. “Thank you, sir.”
“We’re going to watch a DVD together,” he told her calmly. “After that my hand and your bottom are going to have a little talk.”
He pushed a button on the remote and the television came to life. A young woman appeared to be in a great rush. She was late. She got into her car and sped down the road. It was almost exactly the scene that Tara-Jayne had played out that very morning, which made her squirm a bit. The woman put her foot hard on the accelerator and the car traveled at great speed. The child which stepped off the pavement had no chance. There was a terrible screeching of brakes, a sickening thud and a body was hurled through the air, landing on the hard and unforgiving road. A little body lay still and crumpled while a mother’s heartbreak and grief reached up to heaven itself. The scene faded and two words appeared onto the screen. Speed kills!
Tara-Jayne looked pale and shaken. He took pity on her. “Don’t worry!” he said. “This is not for real. It is a re-enactment of what can happen when people drive recklessly, carelessly and too damn fast!”
The next scene appeared. A young man got into his car. He had clearly had too much to drink. The car screamed down the road before the driver lost control and the car rolled several times. Six words said it all. Arrive alive, don’t drink and drive!
A third scene flashes up on the screen. Another speed freak lost control and
several other cars were involved in the accident. A mother and her three children were wiped out. A grieving father stood alone by their graves. Another slogan popped up. Drive like lightning, crash like thunder!
By now tears are running down Tara’s face. “I can’t watch this!” she said. “I get it! I must not speed!”
“No,” he said “I’m sorry! But you have to watch till the end. You have to understand how much danger you put yourself and others in when you drive like a maniac. And 9 points on your licence tells me that you do drive like a maniac! So don’t even try to deny it!”
The movie continued but Tara-Jayne was crying too much to take it in. Slogan after slogan appeared on the screen. Driving faster causes disaster! Accidents do not happen, they are caused! Leave sooner, drive slower, live longer! Better late than never!
Better Late Than Never! And then the screen went black.
He switched the television off and turned to her. “A car can be a lethal weapon,” he said. “Never forget that! Whatever you choose to do, there will be consequences. A consequence of speeding can be fatal. Can you think of any reason why you don’t deserve a good spanking for driving like a bat out of hell this morning?”
She shook her head and blew her nose. “No,” she said quietly.
“You still have a choice,” he said. “You can take the ticket and be off the roads for a year. Or you can take the spanking.”
She looked at him bravely but he noticed that her lip trembled. “I’ll take the spanking,” she said.
“You sure about this? I spank hard. And it’s a bare bottom spanking. Once I start we see it through to the end. No backing out!”
She nodded.
“Please remove you pants.”
Feeling embarrassed she removed her pants.
“And the knickers!”
She removed them too feeling very self-conscious with his eyes on her soon to be spanked bare bottom.
“Now bend over my lap.”
He spent a few minutes admiring her enchanting little backside. What an amazingly beautiful posterior! Perfect for spanking!
He rested his large hand on the rounded contours of her naked bottom as he spoke to her.
“You ready?” he asked.
“Yes,” she whispered.
His hand rose and fell onto her bare, white bottom with a resounding crack. She flinched and gave a little gasp of pain, trying to reach back with her right hand to rub the sore spot.
“Give me your hand,” he instructed and held her hand in place across her back.
His hand rose and fell again, this time landing on her right cheek. She could do nothing to protect her helpless, vulnerable bottom from the punishing, painful smacks.
A third crack echoed around the room and her body twitched and she gave a little kick with her legs. She was trying not to cry but her tears were starting to fall and she gave a little sob.
He stopped for a moment partly to give her time to catch her breath but also to admire the red marks of his hand on her soft, sensitive behind.
Crack! His hand was as hard and unyielding as a wooden paddle. Crack! Crack! Crack!
“Please!” she begged. “It hurts! Please stop!”
Crack!
“I know it hurts!” he said calmly, even gently. “But not as much as an accident would hurt. Not as much as a mother or a father would hurt if you killed their child with your reckless, dangerous driving.”
Crack! Crack! Crack!  For the next few minutes the only sound in the room was the sharp slap of his hand on her sensitive flesh accompanied by her little gasps and stifled cries of pain. Her bottom went from pink to rosy red to crimson, to scarlet and still his hand fell relentlessly, mercilessly on her terribly sore bottom.
How many smacks were administered to this very tender part of her anatomy, she didn’t know but by the time the spanking was over, she was crying helplessly.
He kept her over his lap for a time, rubbing her fiery red bottom until her crying had abated a little. Then he lifted her up and held her in his arms, rocking her gently as a small child.
“My dear beautiful wife,” he said tenderly. “I love you and I didn’t want to hurt you. But I would rather hurt your pretty little backside now, than have you badly hurt in an accident. You were driving like a demon this morning! It’s lucky that it was I that caught you and not someone else. Or you would have definitely lost your licence and got the spanking of your young life. Now promise me that you will never drive like that again, no matter how late you are for a meeting!”
She looked into her handsome husband’s loving face and gave him her solemn promise. Yes, he was definitely the most handsome man in the entire force and yes, she was in love with him. Even after a sound spanking! Totally and utterly in love!



As you may have guessed, this is, apart from a few minor details, the story of  the first really hard spanking that I got from my husband, Jason.

I always was a bit of a speed freak - not a good idea when your husband is a police officer! We had been married for about two months when Jay spotted me racing at a death-defying pace to get to work on time one morning. 

He phoned me at work and informed me of what awaited me at home later that evening. Needless to say, it was not a good day for me!

Yet I couldn't really blame him. He knew about my 9 points , of course, and had warned me that if I was caught speeding again I would be in for a very hard spanking! One that I wouldn't forget in a hurry! He wasn't lying!

I learnt some valuable lessons that day. a) Drive cautiously and REMAIN WITHIN THE SPEED LIMIT AT ALL TIMES! b) There is a vast divide between the fantasy of a spanking and the reality! Yet the thought of lying draped over my husband's lap, having my bare bottom soundly spanked never fails to thrill me and fill me with excitement. Sometimes when the tension becomes too much, I find myself pushing all his buttons, testing his limits, until, inevitably I land up bottom up over his knee having my bare ass smacked until it's as red as a cherry and I am begging him to stop. Not that he pays the slightest attention to my desperate pleas for mercy!

Why do I do it, you ask? I wish I knew!

Happy spankings!



Delia