Author: Jack Crawford
Title: Laying Down The Law
Summary: Business man thinks he's made connection with a hooker who
turns out to be a female, undercover cop.  She offers him the chance for a
more personal punishment: a spanking from her; rather than an arrest.
Keywords: dom, FM, humil, fd, spank, exhib
<!--ADULTSONLY--> Copyright: 2010

   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
our 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!"

   "Well, that does pose a small problem.  Just as your constant wiggling
has been a problem." She continued to toy with his bottom, watching Hank
wince as she occasionally dragged a long fingernail over the abused flesh.
Smiling to herself, Michelle came up with an answer.

   As Hank lay catching his breath, she swiftly removed her panties and
balled them up.  As she leaned over his body, Michelle ordered, "Open
wide!" And, as Hank started ask, "What?" she pushed her panties into his
mouth.  Hank gagged slightly and attempted to protest only muffled sounds
came from his panty filled mouth.

   Hank could taste her juices as he tried to work his jaw into a more
comfortable position.  As he wondered if Michelle was getting excited from
this exercise, his question was answered.  Michelle knelt on the bed and
straddled his prone form so that she was facing his bottom.  As she settled
her crotch at his shoulder blades, he could feel how wet she had become. 
His fear began to rise again, as she addressed him.

   "Wiggle all you want, bad boy.  See if you can make the ride worthwhile
for me!" With that she brought the paddle down sharply on his bottom, but
now had a good angle to deal with the thickest and jiggliest part of his
bottom.  She brought her arm down rapidly and the quick staccato slaps made
the room sound like a rifle range.

   For Hank, it felt like an artillery barrage and he screamed as best he
could.  His muffled cries and violent twisting and turning revealed the
agony he felt.  As his naked back struggled to be free of Michelle's
thigh's vice like grip, Michelle was prodded into giving Hank increasing
incentive to buck like a bronco.

   Suddenly, Michelle shuddered and squeezed him hard with her legs and her
spanks stopped.  Hank continued to wriggle for a moment, but soon settled
down.  She climbed off his back and disappeared into the bathroom for a few
minutes while Hank got himself together emotionally.  He could hear her in
the bathroom, then in the room as she dressed.

   Eventually, she whispered in his ear a warning that Hank had every
intention of obeying, "Don't move a muscle." He lay still as she unlocked
the pair of handcuffs and freed his wrists.  Then she gently pried into his
mouth and retrieved her panties.  Then she leaned down and lightly kissed
his cheek.  "If you ever feel like playing this game again, I usually work
the Hay-Adams on Wednesday and Thursday evenings.  But, don't try to pick
up a hooker in my town, okay?"

   As he turned to promise his good behavior, he only saw the last of her
silk dress as she scooted quickly through the door, leaving the room.  As
he reached behind him, to sooth his aching bottom, Hank wondered if he had
the guts to come back and try something like this again.  
