Ruth's drive home was much more sedate than her morning journey. Although she had not stayed late, she was emotionally and physically exhausted by the events of the day. As she drove, she thought about the five-barred-gate pattern of red weals that she and Fullerton had imprinted on Nicky Shaw's bottom. She knew that the punishment had been too severe for the crime and guiltily accepted that she was partly to blame for the injustice. The thought did not sit comfortably with her.He wouldn't, would he? Oh, I do hope so, and so does Ruth.
The image of the sobbing Nicky, holding her savaged buttocks, and the look of hate Robin Henderson had thrown at her when the two punished teenagers were reunited in the corridor, would stay with Ruth for some time. On top of which, Fullerton's unwanted intervention had made Ruth feel about an inch tall. It was only her own sense of guilt at mishandling things which stopped her from making a formal complaint about the professional discourtesy of the man.
She turned carefully into the gateway which had so nearly been the site of a disaster that morning, stopped the car, and grabbed her case from the back seat. Distracted by her gloomy thoughts, she slammed the car door, not thinking to lock it, and let herself into the tidy little maisonette she called home. Her first action on going inside was to make herself a pot of tea. While this was brewing, she quickly changed out of her work clothes, stripping to her underwear and donning a dressing gown.
As she sipped the tea, she wondered what else could go wrong with the day. Groaning inwardly, she remembered her encounter with the traffic policeman. She was forced to concede that her record in a car was not very good. The trouble was that she always had other things on her mind and never gave driving the concentration it should have received. Once again, she was reminded of Tony and what he had said the last time she had got herself involved in a scrape. She hoped that he did not get to hear about this morning's episode, or there would be even more trouble. The prospect of a row with Tony made her yet more depressed.
Ruth looked at her watch. Tony was due back any time now. Normally they would have gone out for the evening, but perhaps the best plan was to surprise him, prepare his favourite meal, have a bottle of wine ready, and take his mind off work as quickly as possible. Quickly surveying the contents of her larder and freezer, she decided that steak and salad, with a good strong red wine, would do the trick. It will have to: the bottle of Cahors left over from last week's party is all I've got and there isn't time to get to the supermarket this evening, she told herself.
He won't fall for that, the voice of her conscience warned her. You would do much better to own up and take what you deserve, just as you expected Nicky Shaw to do.
Ruth put her head in her hands and thought for several minutes about the implications of what she was considering. Her hand strayed unconsciously down to rest flat across her stomach, the finger-tips just sliding under the waistband of her panties. Oh yes, I can distract him all right, she thought, as her stomach muscles contracted and a butterfly seemed to flutter tantalisingly under the flimsy gusset of cotton between her legs. The alternative was almost more than she dared contemplate. To be taken in hand, taken roughly by this delicious, handsome policeman and bent to his will, was just the wildest, most exciting thing Ruth could imagine. But would he ever do it? In a vivid full-colour fantasy, she saw herself being picked up and thrown across his knee, pinioned by his strong hands in a position of utter submission.
Ruth had prepared the meal and was laying the table when she heard Tony's car draw into the drive in front of her own. She had been thinking about Nicky Shaw again. She wondered how Nicky was feeling now. Was she, even at this moment, massaging something soothing into the sore weals which criss-crossed her bottom? Although Nicky was a little shorter than Ruth, her athletic prowess at almost all the sports on offer at the school had given her a superbly fit and shapely figure, and Ruth thought that her pupil's rear was a shade broader, fuller, perhaps, than her own. She was just beginning to let this thought develop, recalling the shock which had made her wrist tingle as the cane had contacted those full curves, and wondering what it must have felt like to be on the receiving end, when Tony rapped on the front door. The knock was Tony's unmistakable policeman's knock and Ruth hurried to let him in.
"Doesn't it hurt your knuckles, bashing my door like that?" she enquired, flinging her arms round his neck and kissing him firmly on the lips.
"You get used to it," he gasped, when he was eventually released. "But I must say I don't usually get a welcome like this in response." He grabbed her, both hands on her hips, pushing the dressing gown aside, and drew her to him. "That was nice, I don't know what I have done to deserve this but I can stand some more."
Ruth put up only a token resistance as his mouth found hers. She felt her nipples hardening against the coarse material of his uniform and lifted one foot off the ground as his firm hands slid down her back, splaying out over her buttocks.
It's not what you have done to deserve it but more me trying to get out of what you might think I deserve, she acknowledged silently, feeling her resistance melting as his tongue danced with hers. Eventually their clinch ended and Ruth regained her footing.
"I thought we might eat in tonight, if that's all right with you?"
Tony nodded, divesting himself of his uniform jacket. "Fine, what's the occasion?"
"Oh nothing special really." Trying to sound as innocent as possible. "I've had a rather trying day, that's all, and I don't feel like getting dressed up and rushing off anywhere. There's a bottle of that wine you like, as well." Was she overdoing it? Would he smell a rat and start to ask awkward questions? The fear of discovery added an extra frisson of excitement.
"OK. That's fine with me. There is something I want to discuss with you later anyway."
Ruth tensed up. "Oh? Can't you tell me now?"
"No, later. There is one thing though."
Suddenly she found herself being grasped by the shoulder and gently spun round to face away from him.
"You didn't lock the bloody car! After all the thefts we've had round here, how many times do I have to tell you?"
Ruth sensed what was coming and tried unsuccessfully to wriggle out of his grasp. The hem of her dressing gown was yanked upwards.
"Oooooh, you beast!"
Tony's right hand gave her a stinging slap on her right buttock. Frantically, Ruth pulled away from the restraining hand and made a dive for the stairs. She was not quick enough and only reached the second step before she was caught again in his powerful grip. Before she fully realised what was happening, Tony had her in an arm lock. He placed his right foot on the first step and Ruth found herself being inexorably forced forward over his outstretched leg. Ignoring her squeals of protest, he dished out three more sharp swats across Ruth's thinly covered behind.
"Now I'll just go up and have a quick shower and change." He smiled cheerfully at his outraged partner, then lifted her up and kissed her tenderly on the lips before mounting the stairs, two at a time.
Ruth watched him go, rubbing her bottom ruefully. True enough, Tony had frequently warned her about the risks of leaving the car unlocked, but this was the first time he had really smacked her for it. He had done it hard enough to sting, too. Quickly she found her car keys and slipped out to correct her misdemeanour, lest she incur even more retribution.
As she returned to the kitchen to see to the meal, Ruth heard Tony singing loudly in the shower. If a couple of good slaps on the bottom make him that happy, she thought, you better hope the mood lasts for the rest of the evening.
'You coward', replied her conscience. 'You'll have to tell him sooner or later'.
Half an hour later, Tony rejoined her, looking very relaxed in clean denims and a white T-shirt. Ruth admired his lean physique as he drove the corkscrew into the bottle top.
"Tony, I'm sorry about the car door." She stroked his bare arm and laid her head on one side, snuggling up to his shoulder. "I deserved my spanking and I've locked it now, am I forgiven?"
Tony put the bottle down on the table and cupped his hands around her waist. "Till the next time." His hands slid upward, gently lifting her breasts. "And I wouldn't call that a proper spanking, just a warm-up."
"Ooh then I hope I never get a real one then. That really stung."
"Did it? Then I better rub it better for you." His hands were sliding down to her hips again, the thumbs moving into the band of her panties. Guessing his intentions, she pulled away from him, slapping his hands down and laughing.
"Later, if you're a good boy. I'm going for my shower now."
When she was safely locked in the bathroom, Ruth slipped out of her dressing gown and unclipped her bra. Letting both garments slide to the floor, she half-turned to look at her image in the mirror on the far wall and bent over, sliding her panties slowly down over her hips. She could see two distinct palm prints, the fingers outlined in pink, on the cheek of her left buttock. Turning and fully removing her panties at the same time, she saw that her right cheek was similarly marked. Stepping under the shower, she began another delicate conversation with her conscience.
She was still unresolved by the time she rejoined Tony downstairs.
He handed her a glass of wine and stood back to admire her as she took a first sip. She had chosen a cotton dress in an oriental style, sleeveless and fitting her like a sheath, with a bold, flowery pattern and slit almost to the waist. She had also selected her sexiest lingerie, a half-cup bra and skimpy lace panties, to go with it. The ensemble was cool, but Ruth felt anything but composed as Tony kissed her shoulder and guided her towards the table.
"I've kept an eye on things while you were upstairs and it's ready to serve."
The meal was a great success. Ruth suddenly discovered that she was really hungry, and relished every morsel. As they ate, she told him about her day, being careful to gloss over the worst of her encounter with Nicky Shaw. Tony listened, matching her appetite and plying her with liberal quantities of the heavy wine, but saying little about his own work. Ruth thought nothing of this, as she knew he was inclined to be very guarded about police work and, in any case, the wine was going to her head.
Finally, Tony put down his cutlery and watched with amusement as Ruth chased a small piece of lettuce around her plate, unsuccessfully trying to spear it with her fork. After a few moments, he took her hand and gently extracted the fork from her fingers.
"I think you've had enough, young lady - of wine and salad I mean, of course."
Ruth giggled. "Oh Sir, are you in such a hurry to have your evil way with me? Even before coffee?"
"Well actually that wasn't quite what I had in mind, not just yet at any rate."
"What can you mean, you awful man? Are you spurning my advances?"
Tony pushed his chair away from the table and beckoned to Ruth to follow him into her small lounge. "Come with me, young lady, I have something to show you."
Something in his tone made Ruth tingle from head to toe. The little voice inside her head penetrated the alcohol haze and whispered 'Oh shit! You're for it now, girl!' Ruth ignored the voice and tried to make light of the situation. "Oh, Inspector Chalmers, I love it when you are so dominant!" Her tummy was suddenly taut and that damn butterfly was fluttering its wings right down there in her private place again.
Tony picked up the small document case which he had brought in with him. He sat down on the settee and motioned Ruth to sit beside him.
"I want to have a little talk with you, Miss Jamieson." he said sharply.
He took out two photographs and put them in Ruth's lap as she collapsed back onto the settee. "Do you know what these are?"
"They are very blurred photographs." she replied, guessing what was coming next, but determined to brazen things out.
"As I think you well know, they are photos from a police speed camera. The one near your school, as it happens. This photo was taken yesterday evening and this other one this morning. They are both of your car, Ruth, and they both show you doing about ten miles an hour over the speed limit. Do you know that you would probably lose your licence if I dealt with them through proper channels? You have points on your licence as it is."
"Oh, Tony," Ruth mumbled contritely, "I don't want you to get into trouble on my account. I'm ever so sorry. I won't do it again, honest I won't."
"Not good enough, my girl. We've had this conversation before and I'm not going to keep risking my job to get you out of trouble just to have you do the same thing again."
"Oh, Tony, don't be cross with me. I'll make it up to you, honestly I will." She tried to snuggle closer to him, to nibble his ear.
"Do you remember what I said would happen if you behaved like this again?"
Oh,oh, now you're really in trouble, girl. The voice inside her head was almost triumphant but Ruth's own voice was hardly audible and she allowed her chin to quiver a little. "Yes, Tony."
While she was in the shower, massaging her bottom, still freshly smarting from the slaps Tony had given her at the foot of the stairs, she had thought the sensation didn't feel so bad, rather enjoyable in fact. Tonight would be the night of her most daring experiment. Now the time had come, she was absolutely terrified, partly because the thought that being spanked hard might be awful, and partly because submitting to Tony so totally in this way might mar their relationship.
"What did I tell you then?"
"You said you'd put me across your knee like a naughty little girl and spank me." She whispered.
"I did, and I intend to do just that. But, before I do, how about you telling me about the incident where you nearly ran over the paper boy this morning?"
Damn and blast! The traffic cop had spoken to Tony after all.
"I can see from your face that you know just what I mean. It's a good thing that constable owes me a favour. I take a dim view of you trying to charm your way round me in order to hide it from me, Ruth. That could have been most embarrassing for me if it had come out at the wrong moment, at some later date."
He was right of course and she felt wretched.
"Tony, I'm so very sorry. You're right and I'm terrible, but please don't be angry with me. Please don't do what you promised. Please."
Yes, please. Smack my bottom and make me squeal until I come and then give me a good seeing to, the impish voice of her inner self insisted.
"Sorry doesn't cut it any more, Ruth, as you well know. Trying to hide it from me amid a smokescreen of fine wine and a good meal was dishonest. And don't you dare deny it! I knew something was up from the word go. That was very naughty, young lady, and naughty young ladies get their bottoms smacked. In fact you can count yourself lucky I don't have a cane handy. I reckon you deserve a good caning just as much as that Nicky girl of yours did!"
Ruth's body began to tremble and the damn butterfly between her legs began to beat its wings ever harder.
"Tony," she muttered hoarsely, "you-you wouldn't really take a cane to my bottom....would you?"
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