Page 122 of Dirty Discipline, Vol. 1

"I didn't think so," the policeman said with an even deeper frown, if that were possible. "I'm going to have to ask you to follow me to the station. It's just around the corner."

"What?" Maud asked. "I… why?"

"Miss, I don't think you want to be arrested for failing to comply with my instructions."

"No… n–no, of course not, officer, but… can you just… what's this about?" Maud's heart, having calmed its thudding pace after the encounter with the man in the suit, now seemed to race as if she were running for her life. Policemen. She had never gotten over her childhood fear of them.

"You'll find out at the station. We can do this the easy way or the hard way, Miss…" He looked down at her license by the light of his flashlight, the sun nearly having set by then. "…Fredricks."

Maud realized that her breath had started to come in pants. "The easy way, please, officer," she squeaked.

"Alright," he said, letting his frown turn up into a smile that relieved, and pleased, Maud more than she thought it had any right to do. "Just follow me. I'll pull out, and by you, and then I'll take a right turn." He handed her back her license and registration. "I'm Officer Miller. I'll see you at the station."

"Okay, officer," Maud replied meekly.

The little police station to which Officer Miller led her in his cruiser had a parking lot around the back. One "visitor" space was open, to Maud's relief, and she took it. She worried that David might get anxious, but his apartment was only ten minutes away, and hopefully this thing with the police wouldn't take long to clear up. Officer Miller got out of his cruiser and waited for her to cross the parking lot to him. Then, wordlessly, he led her to the glass door and opened it for her. As she passed inside, he said, "We'll just go into that first door on the right."

Maud felt a surge of relief that he wouldn't be taking her to stand in front of one of those big desks with the sergeant sitting behind it, or into a big open office where criminals might sit handcuffed to their chairs. She loved cop shows despite her fear of real policemen, but she had no desire to experience that stuff for herself.

"Go ahead and sit down at the table, Maud," Officer Miller said, taking off his peaked cap with its police insignia and laying it down on one of the several chairs along the wall. As she obeyed, Maud noted with unease the big mirror that anyone who watched TV knew let the people on the other side see what was happening and the metal staple in the table for securing suspects in cuffs and chains and things.

To Maud's surprise, though, Officer Miller neither sat across from her nor told her that she must wait for someone else to arrive. Instead he said, "Maud, it's a shame you have to experience real discipline for the first time here in a police station, but you've had a lot of chances to follow some very simple instructions, and yet you haven't managed to conduct yourself properly. So I'm going to have to ask you to get up and bend yourself down over the table, and then I'm going to paddle you. Twenty good hard swats on your naughty backside, to teach you to behave yourself."

What? was of course the word that sprang to Maud's mind, but she couldn't say it because she couldn't say anything at all. Her mouth hung open, and again her heart raced as again her breath came in little gasps. Her chin quivered a little, as if trying to decide whether to attempt a "w" or simply to tremble in fear.

Officer Miller, who Maud now noticed stood more than six feet tall and had burly forearms, one of which sprouted thick, fiery hair as he began to roll up his sleeve, looked back at her. She saw his eyes glance over towards the wall, and involuntarily Maud's own eyes followed his gaze to find a feature of the examination room she had not noticed: an old-fashioned wooden spanking paddle, with irregularly spaced air-holes to allow for greater velocity, hung on the wall.

Maud gave a little cry of alarm, and shrank back into the red plastic of the chair. For a moment she felt a strange sort of admiration at Officer Miller's having told her to sit down before he delivered the news of why he had brought her there: Maud might well have fainted otherwise at the sight of the paddle. A thought from somewhere deep inside her mind — a place she wanted to pretend did not exist — pushed its way to the surface: These men know how to punish naughty girls.

Then, at last, as if shocked into speech by the sight and the terrible thought it had occasioned, Maud managed to say, "What kind of police station is this?"

"The kind you need, Maud Fredericks. The kind where a young woman who can't follow instructions goes to start learning the way things are going to be for her, from this point on." Officer Miller's face seemed disappointed now, as if he knew Maud were more intelligent than to ask such a question. "Now do as I've said. You'll have to raise your skirt for me, but I won't make you take down your panties for the paddle. Frankly, I think you deserve to have your bare backside tanned, but I don't think that will be long in coming, at this rate."

Chapter Three

Consequences

Maud could hardly locate a rational thought inside her head. The one that seemed to keep floating to the top of her roiled wits said that she probably couldn't get out of having her bottom paddled by this fake policeman. Or maybe he was a real policeman, but he worked for whomever David had hired to… to play this stupid sex game. In any case, "Officer" Miller was big and strong, and the idea that now Maud simply had no way to avoid doing as he said, and learning a painful lesson in obedience seemed to dominate her mind so thoroughly that every other thought ran away from it in terror.

David's stupid game. Only when you hired a man in a suit to lean against a telephone pole, and then you hired a man to impersonate a police officer, or a real police officer to detain your girlfriend on no charge at all, because you wanted to have sex with her in some kinky way, it couldn't still be a game. David had most definitely gone way too far, now.

"Tell David… tell him that it's…" Maud stammered, trying to regain her composure as she looked at "Officer" Miller and feeling her cheeks burn with the shame of the very suggestion that she might get up from the chair and bend over the table.

He folded his arms, the right one now bare to the elbow, across his chest and looked back at her with a nearly expressionless face. "You're going to call him, Maud, after I've paddled you, and tell him that you remembered you had an errand to run and you'll see him Saturday. Then you're going to go home and get a good night's sleep, and tomorrow you'll go to work. After work you'll drive down to Highfield, and you'll keep your appointment with the tribunal."

"B–but…," suddenly Maud felt a good deal less sure that she knew what was going on than she had a moment before.

"Did you not read the summons, Maud?" the police officer said. "How you're not to discuss your disciplinary session with anyone? The summons makes perfectly clear that the society has instructed you to appear on behalf of the man who will take you in hand, to whom you will belong after tomorrow."

"What?" Maud said. Yes, the bizarre invitation-thing had said that, but that clearly made part of David's game.

Officer Miller shook his head, as if at a disappointing student, and said, patiently, "The society will give you to David tomorrow night as a surprise, ready for punishment and for pleasure — his pleasure, that is, unless he chooses to reward you with pleasure of your own. We have watched you for the last few weeks and observed that your well-being will be best served by precisely what David has offered you now on more than one occasion."

"How do you know that?" Maud demanded, feeling her face go blazing hot. Her hands had clenched into angry fists. "That asshole! How could he?"

"Watch your language, Maud," Officer Miller said calmly. "You just earned five more swats for disrespect. David has a friend whom you haven't met, who has been a mentor to him. David mentioned to this friend in January that he had concerns about your relationship: that he thought he could tell that you would find happiness submitting to him, and letting him guide you and take care of you, but that he didn't think he could get you to see that for yourself. He told his friend that he loved you, but that he was going to break up with you."

Maud felt the blood drain from her face. Her brow creased as she tried to keep from crying. She looked down at her hands, which now clenched and unclenched.

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