Page 11 of A Very Naughty Christmas

“About what, Sara?”

“Well… Idodeserve to be punished. And… and if you really think that sp-spanking me will help me do better… I guess I’ll take the spanking.”

“Are you sure?”

She wasn’t. In fact, the only thing she was sure of was that she wanted to vault for the door and never look back, but she was equally certain that she wouldn’t make it that far. So, bearing that in mind, she was left with two choices. “Y-yes.”

“Remember the rule, Sara. Look at me when you answer.”

She raised her eyes to his face and was surprised to see that the earlier formidable expression had softened. She relaxed the slightest bit. When she saw him as Alex, the friendly next-door neighbor, it was easier to imagine taking a spanking than when he was Officer Maxwell.

“Good. Now, are you sure?”

“Yes, Sir. I’m sure.”

“Do you mind if I ask why you chose the spanking?”

“Well, I can’t afford a ticket, you know that.”

“Yes, you’ve mentioned that.”

“And the truth is, as hard as it would be for me to pay, I don’t know if it would help me to remember, in the long run. I do have a tendency to get distracted,” she admitted. “So… if you think a spanking will help, then I guess that’s what I’d better choose.” She didn’t think it would be a good idea to add that as scared as she was, she was a bit curious, too.

“Thank you for telling me. In that case, I want you to stand up and take your pants down—but leave your panties up. I’ll take those down myself.”

Sara swallowed hard as she obeyed his order. Her earlier curiosity was gone, replaced by a rapidly pounding heart and a tummy that was doing somersaults like a gymnastics star. She had a moment of panic—whathad she just agreed to? What had she gotten herself into?

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The command given, Alex waited patiently to see if she would carry it out. He half-expected her to beg off, or begin crying. He saw it a lot from girls her age who got caught doing something they shouldn’t be—though he’d never suggested that he spank any of them. He’d seen a lot in his years on the force. Begging, attempted bribery, whether with a twenty-dollar bill or a pair of nicely displayed breasts. He’d seen tears and anger, and had certainly experienced being on the other end of a tongue lashing from a woman who didn’t want her husband to know she’d been speeding, or texting and driving. More often than not after he got through handing over a ticket and dispensing a well-earned lecture, he wondered if those women were spanked for their carelessness. He certainly hoped so.

The one thing he’d never seen was a woman who’d come to him knowing she’d made a mistake. Sara hadn’t gotten caught running the stop sign today—but she’d come tohim anyway and confessed. She had to have known she would get in trouble, or at the very least she had to have considered the possibility. But she’d come anyway.

And what was more, not only had she freely owned up to her wrongdoing, she’d also offered herself up for what she considered to be the stricter punishment, acknowledging that she needed to learn her lesson. To tell the truth, he was downright impressed with her. Today she’d shown the maturity of a woman twice her age. One day, he would tell her so, though not right now. No, right now was not the time for praise, but for reprimand. He was so proud of her that he almost regretted having to do it.

Until he remembered what she’d told him—not only had she looked his gift of a warning in the mouth and continued with her reckless behavior, she very well could have hurt someone else. Not to mention herself. Thinking of Sara hurt made his mouth turn down. He didn’t like the thought at all. It was clear that the girl didn’t think enough of her own safety—a problem he intended to remedy, if given the chance.

With shaky legs, Sara stood and slowly began to unbutton her pants. Alex watched as she slid them down her legs and then stood there, hugging herself and unsure of what to do next.

He took a seat in the chair she’d vacated and took her by the elbow, guiding her to stand in front of him. “Remind me what’s about to happen, Sara.”

“I… I’m going to get a sp-spanking.”

His hand lashed out and landed sharply on her pantied rear. She gasped at the sting and her mouth dropped open in surprise. “Lookat me when you answer,” he told her sharply. “I won’t remind you again, except with another smack. Do you understand?”

“Y-yes, Sir.” Her lip had already begun to tremble.

“All right then, let’s try this again. Why are you standing in front of me with your pants down?”

He could tell that she wanted to look anywhere but at him, but she forced herself to meet his eyes. “B-because y-you’re going t-to spank me, Sir.”

He thought that the way her cheeks colored with shame was downright adorable. “That’s right. And why do you deserve a spanking, Sara?”

“B-because I… I r-ran a stop sign, af-after you told me not to,” she answered quietly.

“That’s right. You’re getting spanked for being careless, for putting your safety at risk as well as the safety of those around you. Is that clear?”

“Y-yes, Sir.”

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