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When I saw the blue lights of the motorcycle cop rushing up from behind me I swore aloud and looked at my speedometer. I was going fifty-eight in a forty-five mile an hour speed zone. An already bad day had just gotten worse and another ticket would put me in jeopardy of losing my insurance. I had always had a heavy foot and when I got lost in thought, I tended to mash the pedal down.
And lost in thought is what I had been until the blue lights snapped me back to reality. I had been thinking about all that had already happened to me this year and it was just the middle of May. In February on the spur of the moment, while filling up my car, I had dropped five bucks on quick picks for the Mega Millions lottery and won twenty million dollars after the government took their fair share. I still had a hard time believing that little old boring Sarah Tucker was rich. My life was pretty mundane. At twenty-seven years old, my life consisted of my job as an accountant and my boyfriend Tom Carver. We had lived together for three years, but I could never get him to pop the question – that is until I became rich overnight and then he suddenly wanted to talk about marriage more than his sports teams that he usually droned on about constantly. It was at that point that I started seriously examining our relationship. Tom was the first man in which I had had a long-term relationship. Every other romance up to that point had been of the kids jacked up on hormones variety. The more that I thought about Tom and me, the more I realized that we were like an old married couple. We went to dinner on Saturday night and had sex once a week. Our sex life was okay, but it certainly was vanilla. In fact, all of my relationships had been vanilla. I seemed to have a knack for men with little imagination in the sack. All of this had brought me to today with my car loaded with the last of my belongings from the apartment that Tom and I had shared. Leaving Tom was the hardest thing that I had ever done, but I decided that there had to be more to life. We both had been crying as I packed the car. I carried the last box out with second doubts already creeping into my head. I wondered if I would ever find someone else, whether the money had changed me, and if I could stand to be by myself. Bucking up against the doubt, I decided to go with my intuition that there was more to life. The money had changed Tom and not me. I would have married him a long time ago if he would have asked and now it was too late. What lay ahead was a big unknown, but today was the beginning of a new me.
I pulled the car over on the shoulder of the road and watched in the rearview mirror as the police officer removed his helmet and began walking towards my vehicle. He was tall, wavy blond hair, and good-looking to boot. This cop was certainly an upgrade from any that had written me tickets before. I was already too cried out to bring on more tears so I decided to play the innocent.
“May I see your driver’s license, ma’am,” the officer said in a husky voice.
“Was I doing anything wrong, officer,” I asked sweetly as I reached into my purse for my wallet.
“I clocked you going fifty-eight in a forty-five, ma’am. Were you in a hurry,” he said.
“No. No. I guess I had my mind on other things. It has been a hectic day,” I said.
I thought his lips bent ever so slightly into a grin when he looked at my license. His face looked vaguely familiar though for the life of me I could not place him. I looked at his nametag and it read Officer Dane Hansen. The name jolted me back to the days of high school and an unpopular kid that we all had ignored. It was doubtful that there could be another Dane Hansen in this town, but if it was the one and same, he certainly had changed.
“Are you the Dane Hansen that I went to high school with,” I asked.
“Yes, I am. I’m surprised you even remember me,” he said with a grin.
I was taken aback for a moment trying to think of something to say. I didn’t remember ever being rude to him, but I also did not think that I had ever even bothered to speak to him. “I remember you,” I said lamely.
“Looks like you have the car loaded down,” Dane said.
“Yes, I just moved out on my boyfriend. I decided I needed a new life. There has to be more to it than what I was living,” I said, not sure why I felt the need to explain more than just to tell him that I was moving.
“Ma’am, I am going to call your license in, and I’m sorry, but I am going to have to write you a speeding ticket. We are trying to get people to slow down on this stretch of road,” he said.
“You can call me Sarah. Can’t you let an old high school friend off with a warning? One more ticket and I am going to be in trouble with my insurance company,” I pleaded.
Dane chuckled. “An old high school friend, huh? I don’t remember you ever speaking to me back then,” he said.
I was afraid that he would say that so I decided to go for a little backhanded flattery. “Well if I knew that the backward, pimple faced boy with the bad haircut was going to grow into a hunk, I sure would have.”
He chuckled again and seemed flattered and a little embarrassed. “Thank you for the complement, I guess. You are looking pretty good yourself. It looks like you have put some curves on that rail thin body you once had, but I still have to give you a ticket,” he said.
It was nice that somebody had noticed my body. I don’t think Tom had even realized that I had lost ten pounds for him. With Dane’s complement, I thought I still had a chance to get out of the ticket and summoning up my best puppy dog look, I said, “Please Dane, don’t do it. Can’t you let me by just this once? I will be more careful, I promise.”
He looked me in the eyes and I could tell that he was trying to decide what to do. I thought I had him waffling now and that I was going to get out of the ticket.
“If you really don’t want this ticket, there is something else that you can do. You can come over to my place after I get off work and I will administer your punishment,” he said with his blue eyes still locked on mine.
I was caught off guard and started stammering. “Uh, uh, and what would my punishment be,” I finally got out.
“You tell me,” he said with a grin.
“I could write one hundred times that I will not speed again,” I said with a nervous laugh.
“No. I don’t think that would fit the crime,” he said.
I was not sure what he wanted me to say. This conversation had thrown me off my game and I was beginning to regret starting it. “I could stand in the corner and you could lecture me on the dangers of speeding,” I said.
He laughed and grinned at me mischievously. “No, that won’t do either. I have something else in mind for a naughty girl,” he said.
I knew right then what he wanted me to say. I had never been spanked in my life and I certainly had never entertained the idea of getting one as an adult, but the thought of saying it to him caused a little jolt to run through my crotch. I was on the verge of telling him to just go ahead and write the ticket when I thought about my boring life and my vow to change. This was my opportunity. I just had to have the nerve to take it. “Naughty girls need a spanking,” I said even as I couldn’t believe the words really came from my mouth.
He grinned like a Cheshire cat. “I see we think alike. This has to be of your own free volition. Do you accept my punishment in lieu of a ticket,” he said.
I thought once more about whether I was really up to for it. My life had been lived so safe and secure and needed a good kick in the pants and I doubted that I could find a better looking guy to do it. “I accept your punishment, but you deliver a hard bargain,” I said and winked to hide how far out of my comfort zone I was.
Dane pulled out a business card and wrote his address on the back of it before handing it to me. “Come on over to my place at seven o’clock if you like. Don’t worry, I can tell that you have gotten yourself into something that you are not sure about. I will be there if you really want to try something new in your life and if you don’t show up, we will call it even and you beat your ticket. Good to see you again, Sarah,” Dane said with a smile before he walked back to his motorcycle.
I watched him ride away, wondering what in the hell I had gotten myself into.