by Jack Crawford
Hank was still reeling from the sudden shock of his imminent arrest. His job as a Product Manager for a large stock brokerage company required frequent travel to many cities in the U.S. Celebrating the end of another successful day that would drive literally thousands of dollars in bonus to his bank account, Hank had spent the early part of the evening partying in the exclusive bar of the old, but luxurious, Hay-Adams Hotel.
Even through the effects of the liquor he had consumed, he knew the young lady that was chatting with him was a "pro" ... one of several high class call girls that lounged about in the Hay-Adams bar looking to score with a rich businessman. The effect of several vodka martinis and the young lady's flirtations was a heady mix that tempted Hank to ignore his standard of avoiding entanglement with "ladies of the evening".
To say they negotiated her services would be giving him too much credit. Hank indicated his desire and she hinted that there was no such thing as a free lunch. Agreeing on the deal, they rode the elevator to his top floor room which had a beautiful and commanding view of the city.
Hank handed five crisp hundred dollar bills to Michelle, the young lady of his dreams for the night. She suggested that Hank get comfortable and he immediately undressed completely. Unfortunately, as he turned around to face her in all his naked glory, Michelle produced a badge and identified herself as a policewoman. She quickly handcuffed him, read him his rights, and pushed him down into a chair before he could utter a word in protest.
"Before I call for back up to take you in, is there anything I need to know ... anything you want to say?" Michelle asked.
Hank lost control and began to sob, shaking his head back and forth. "I can't believe this is happening!" he whimpered. "I've never done this before in my life!" His sobbing continued and big wet tears streaked his face, dripping onto his still naked thighs. The sudden slapping of the salty tears on his legs reminded him he was still naked and renewed sobbing racked his body as the shame of what was happening engulfed him.
"Isn't there anything we can do to avoid arrest?" he whimpered. "Can't I pay a fine now or something?" He really is pitiful, she thought as Hank begged for mercy, but she had heard it before and came back with her standard response.
"Pay a fine now?" she asked. He looked up hopefully at her sniffing and nodding. "You mean you want to pay your fine to me now so you don't have to suffer the embarrassment of a little jail time while you wait for your lawyer to bail you out. You want to avoid the humiliation of admitting your guilt in an open court and having the entire community know what you wanted to do with me?"
"Please, yes," he pleaded. "Anything to avoid arrest. I've got plenty of cash with me and I'm sure I can cover the fine!" Hank's spirits soared as his hopes got the better of him. Perhaps he would get out of this predicament discretely.
"I'm sorry, sir," Michelle responded flatly. "I'm only interested in seeing justice done and right now that includes booking you for attempted bribery of a police officer." The color in Hank's face drained completely as he realized he had only made matters worse. Michelle showed no outward emotions, although she gloated inwardly with the knowledge that she had this guy trapped completely. He's so cute, she thought, a good looking guy begging me for mercy knowing I have total control over the situation. She almost laughed aloud as Hank squirmed under the scrutiny of her gaze. His nakedness was acutely evident.
"I wasn't hurting anybody," he argued to the arresting officer. "It's not like I pulled a gun on someone or tried to rob you. Why should I be thrown in jail with common criminals?"
Michelle crossed her arms and shifted her weight to one leg as she responded. "You did break the law, didn't you?"
"I'm not sure I should answer any questions," Hank mumbled, "at least not without an attorney."
"Fair enough," she said as she walked towards the telephone, "But, maybe we could work something out if you want to talk about it. I'll agree to keep it 'off the record'." Pausing by the phone she added, "Or should I just call for a wagon to come take you down to precinct now?"
"Wait, please," Hank's begging voice had returned. "Let's talk before you do that, as long as it is off the record." She nodded her agreement and Hank continued. "To answer your question, yes, what I did is technically against the law, but there really was no victim. No one got hurt."
"I won't debate the victim part with you even though I disagree," she said, returning to sit on the bed facing him. "You agree that you broke the law." He nodded his agreement. "And, when you break the law, there are penalties that are imposed."
Again, Hank nodded his agreement, adding, "But, it is unfair to be locked up with real criminals!"
Now, Michelle laughed easily at his statement. "Yeah, it is kind of unfair," she agreed. "It's a little like when I brought home a failing grade in Math because I hadn't done my homework. My mother grounded me for a month. A whole month! And, I told her it was unfair."
"What did she do?" asked Hank.
Michelle looked him in the eye to gauge his reaction. "Oh, she gave me a choice," she answered. "If I didn't want to spend the next four weeks grounded, then I could submit to a good old fashioned strapping." She paused as Hank's eyes widened slightly and she noticed a stirring from his exposed organ. "Hurt like a bitch!" she continued, "But, you know what? It was over and done with and I felt better because I knew I had earned it."
"Just what are you suggesting, officer?" he asked.
"I am suggesting that I agree with you that the punishment does not fit the crime in your case. What the proper punishment might be, I don't know. What do you think would be appropriate and an effective deterrent?"
"I... I ... I don't know," he said sheepishly, his face flushing hotly. Now he wished his hands had not been cuffed behind him, because the possibilities that this attractive woman was suggesting were very appealing. And, more readily apparent as his manhood stiffened and poked up from his lap. Michelle did not respond and Hank grew more uneasy by the second.
"What do you want from me?" he finally asked.
"More to the point," she responded, "what do you want from me? I can't, in good conscience, just let you go. On the other hand, it would be a shame to ruin your reputation and career because of this silly boyish incident."
Hank hesitated then finally blurted out what they had been skirting around. "You think I should be spanked, don't you?"
"Yes, I do," was her candid reply. "But, what do you think? My own opinion is that you were going to commit a physical act with me for money ... which is illegal in this state. So, I think a physical punishment would be appropriate. I am not going to force that on you, but if that is what you think would be appropriate, I would be willing to teach you a very severe lesson over my knee."
"I'll do it," mumbled Hank.
"Don't be so quick to agree," warned Michelle, rocking back on one foot, her arms ominously crossed. "I will be very severe with you and you will not like it one bit."
Hank blushed and looked down at the floor. He started to ask for his punishment several times, quite unsuccessfully before he finally blurted out, "I have been very naughty and deserve a sound spanking." He looked up sheepishly and added, "Please. Would you spank my bottom so that I won't ever be tempted to be this naughty in the future?" Then adding hopefully, "And, so I won't have to go to jail?"
Michelle giggled joyfully. "That's the nicest anyone has ever asked me to spank them! How could I possibly refuse?" The arresting officer took out a piece of hotel stationery and quickly scrawled a brief paragraph in which Hank agreed to take his corporal punishment and hold Michelle harmless from any future claims. She deftly unlocked one hand cuff and recuffed him with his hands in from of him. Hank, seeing no viable alternative, signed the note.
She tucked the note away in her purse, stood and approached him. Hank flushed hotly as Michelle gently squeezed his organ to its full hardness. She stepped back and teased him as she removed her dress. "Don't look so embarrassed, dear. It's not like I haven't seen a randy young man before."
Her silk dress and slip dropped to the floor and she stepped out of them. Clad now only in a wispy bra and panty set, with matching garter belt to hold her sheer black stockings, Hank eyed her from the tip of her high heels, to the lush expanse of exposed thigh, to her flat tummy and full, barely concealed breasts, then to her face which was framed with a wild mane of flowing brown hair. He hadn't thought it possible, but he felt his erection harden further.
"You look like the cat that swallowed the canary, but don't think you're getting anything but a good bottom warming from me," Michelle warned. "I want you to know that you are being punished for an act of aggression against women and that it is, indeed, a woman who is going to make you feel like a very little boy."
Pulling the straight backed chair out from behind the desk, Michelle sat down and briskly pulled the defenseless offender over her lap. "It's 'bottom's up time' as my mother would say," she announced, as she began steadily slapping Hank's upturned and vulnerable bottom cheeks.
Hank squirmed in silence as the heat in his bottom diffused slowly over the entire surface. The hand spanking stung, but it was not really an effort to keep from crying out. Hank's real fear was that somebody in the hotel, either in the rooms next door or walking down the hall, would hear the telltale sounds of flesh striking flesh. It was a distinctive sound that Hank was certain would carry past the door of his room.
As if reinforcing his worst fears, there was a sharp knocking at his hotel room door. "Up you go," ordered Michelle, as she slipped Hank off her lap and directed him to an inconspicuous corner of the room. "Put your nose in that corner, young man," she ordered sharply. "You had better not move a muscle while I see who it is."
Leaving Hank in a corner that could not be seen from the doorway, Michelle peeked through the viewer into the hallway. She opened the door a crack, and stuck her head around the corner. "Would you like your bed turned down Miss?" asked the maid in the hallway. Hank cringed in the corner, fearing exposure of his predicament to the mystery maid.
"No, thank you," answered Michelle sweetly. "We're all set." The maid offered Michelle a couple of chocolate mints which Michelle took. As she closed the door, Hank breathed a heavy sigh of relief. Michelle sauntered back into the room after securing the door and sat down at the chair in front of the desk.
"My, my," she observed. "Your bottom is quite pink!" Hank bristled at the comment, but did not dare to move a muscle. He heard her order him curtly, "Come here!"
Hank turned and scurried over to the policewoman. His excitement had dwindled somewhat, but began to reemerge as he gazed hungrily at Michelle's tempting and teasing form. Hank groaned as Michelle fondled and lightly squeezed his hard organ. "Would you like me to do something about this?" she asked with a sweet smile. As he pondered his answer, Hank watched her lick her lips then blow a sweet breath at the top of his manhood. Michelle answered for him. "Don't worry, dear," she said as her smile twisted into a sneer. "That thing won't be rudely pointing at me when I am done."
She stood abruptly causing Hank to step back. Then, spinning him around, Michelle pushed him face down onto the bed. "Put your hands above your head," she ordered and Hank meekly complied as he wriggled to move his cuffed hands from beneath him. Producing a second pair of handcuffs, Michelle quickly secured both hands to the headboard.
"On your knees!" she barked and quickly Hank pulled his knees up to his chest, and the position of his hands caused his pinked bottom to rise and offer itself to the police officer. "Very good," she complimented while giving him a loving pair of swats to his upturned cheeks.
Hank strained to see over his shoulder as Michelle went to the dresser and removed something from her purse. As she turned to approach the bed, he could see it was a small wooden paddle. "Time for sterner measures, dear," warned Michelle, only a split second before delivering the first blow from the small wooden implement. CRACK!! It stung like hell, but Hank was worried more about the noise. As the second swat seared his bottom, he thought the paddle had sounded like a gun exploding.
"Please," he begged. "Someone is going to hear!"
Michelle just laughed as she continued to swat his bottom with a steady rhythm. "You had better be more concerned about your own voice crying out than," WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, "the sound of this little paddle!"
Indeed, Hank was struggling mightily to keep from crying out as the nasty little piece of wood punished his vulnerable bottom. He could not keep his legs still as they alternately stretched out behind him in a futile effort to ease the pain. Already, dark, angry red splotches were forming on his backside from the paddle. Hank was grunting and groaning with each stroke and as the next vicious swat shot a searing heat into his bottom, Hank hollered louder and kicked out both legs, his body lying prostrate on the large bed.
Michelle momentarily stopped the paddling and ran her fingertips over his tortured bottom flesh. "Oh, that is nice and hot!" she remarked.
"Please stop," begged Hank. "I can't take any more. You're killing me!"
"Don't be such a baby," she chided. "I'll stop when I am good and ready, and it won't be until I believe you have learned your lesson."
"PLEASE! Don't keep on going!" Hank's begging was more beseeching. "I can't take any more and I can't keep any quieter. Someone is going to hear!"
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