Page 10 of A Very Naughty Christmas

“That’s better.” His voice softened a fraction. “Now, I’ll ask you again: will a ticket ensure that you learn your lesson?”

“I… I don’t know… Sir,” she added.

“Hmm.” He considered her, tapping his chin thoughtfully. “I don’t think it will either, to tell you the truth.”

Did that mean that he wasn’t going to write her one? She was almost on the verge of sagging in the chair in relief, except that she had a feeling that he wasn’t done yet.

“If I did, I’d write you one right now. But I have a feeling that you’re the kind of girl who needs a more… memorable lesson.”

Why was he putting such an emphasis onmemorable? What did that mean?

“Here’s my suggestion. If I write you a citation, I will ensure that it goes against the points on your license. If you’re ever caught running a stop sign again—” here he trapped her eyes with his, silently warning that thatbetternot happen, “—you could risk having your license suspended, not to mention the fine. Though there will be a fine with any ticket you get, that one would be more substantial.”

Sara grimaced. “I really can’t afford a ticket.”

“I remember—you mentioned that before, not that it stopped you from being reckless.”

She flushed in embarrassment. She had to admit that he had a point.

“You have another option. You can take the ticket, and assume the risk of having a suspended licenseifit happens in the future.”

“Or?” she asked pitifully.

“Or you can agree to a spanking, which would be given on the bare. If you take that option for your punishment, there will be no ticket.”

Her eyes widened as she digested his words. A… awhat? He… he couldn’t be serious!

“So, what’s it going to be, Sara?”

“I… I don’t understand,” she said.

“It’s quite simple—you can either pay with your wallet, or your bare bottom.”

“Do I really have a choice?” she laughed, but it rang hollow to her own ears.

“Of course. The choice is completely up to you. All I want to be sure of is that it doesn’t happen again.”

“I… I’ve never been spanked,” she admitted, her voice turning wispy and little-girlish.

“That’s okay. There’s a first time for everything.”

“So I’ve heard.”

“Take your time and think it over. I’m not in any hurry, but you need to decide tonight. I’m a firm believer in punishment, when it’s earned, and that it should be as swift as possible.”

Sara sighed and dropped her gaze to stare sourly down at her faded blue jeans. She was feeling very sorry for herself right now. On the one hand, she really didn’t want a ticket. She couldn’t afford one. More than likely, it would take all she had in her account, leaving her with nothing more than gas money to get back to campus—ifshe was lucky. And then, of course, she had to consider the fact that if she accepted a ticket now, he’d promised that a second offense would be much worse, possibly resulting in her license being suspended!

On the other hand, she was pretty sure she didn’t want a spanking, either. She knew a girl at school who got spanked by her boyfriend on occasion and it didn’t sound nearly as fun as they made it sound in romance novels. Her friend Tara had been spanked by her boyfriend for getting drunk at a party and she’d complained about it the next day to anyone who would listen, rubbing her behind and calling Rob a jerk for doing it.

Ugh, this decision was so much harder than she’d thought it would be! Having to pick out a punishment for herself was a punishment in its own right. Perhaps she could mention that fact to Alex and he would let her off lightly? Yeah, doubtful.

Oh, what was she going todo? Suddenly, she missed her dad’s lectures more than she’d ever thought she would.

“A-Alex?” she ventured timidly.

“Yes?”

“I… I think you’re right.”

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