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A Lesson Well Learned I was driving home in Eastern Tennessee on a Friday night. It was 10:30, and I knew my wife was going to be somewhat upset with me for being so late. I had stopped by the bar with my buddies for a couple of beers after work. My wife, Betty, was ok with this but told me to be home no later than 9. I knew that I was going to get my ass blistered when I got home. Our relationship was one that included domestic discipline, and this has always worked in keeping our marriage strong. She’s the dominant female, and I’m the submissive. And I like it that way, but I was not looking forward to what was waiting for me when I got home. I knew what I was in store for — a very hard dose of her razor strap. I was only a few miles from home, but I just couldn’t wait and had to stop and relieve myself from all that beer I consumed. It was a lonely road, and dark, so I decided I could just pull over and take care of business. I had just gotten started when I saw a car coming around the curve just behind me. I really had to go, so I just turned away and continued. I figured it was dark, and no one would be able to tell what I was doing anyway. Just then my thoughts were interrupted by flashing lights as the car pulled over in front of me. Oh shit! I thought only a moment before I was by a bright light. I zipped up my pants, but the officer was already getting out of the car. “Do you mind telling me what you’re doing?” the officer asked in a gruff but distinctly female voice. This is not good, I thought to myself. At least a male officer might be more understanding of my situation. “I’m sorry, officer, ”I replied weakly, “but I just couldn’t wait any longer.” As she approached me, I could see that she was an attractive woman in her late 20s or early 30s. Black hair, dark complexion — perhaps of Latin decent with a hint of American Indian. She was fairly tall and looked like she worked out on a regular basis, even in her uniform. “Have you been drinking?” she asked, maintaining the position of her flashlight. “I had a few drinks with my friends, but I am not intoxicated, Ma’am.” “You know that what you did is considered indecent exposure, and I can have you<b> arrested </font></b>for that. And if your alcohol level test’s over the legal limit, you’ll be spending the night in jail.” “Yes, ma’am,” I said as my heart rate quickened. She had me follow her to her car and made me blow up a balloon. Then she looked at the result and said, ”You are right below the line, but I could still arrest you.” “Oh please don’t!” I begged her. “My wife will blister me good if she had to come bail me out. I am already in for it for being late.” “Are you telling me that your wife spanks you when you misbehave?“ she asked. I noticed a slight twinge of a smile for just a second. “Yes Ma’am,” I said. “I really only have indecent exposure on you, so I will give you a choice here: I can arrest you or you can take a dose of my belt right here. Then I will follow you home and tell your wife what you have done and insist that she disciplines you further. That may be a better way to teach you a lesson not to drink and drive and expose yourself. But the choice is yours. I just hate to have to punish your wife too by making her bail you out.” I thought about it for a minute and decided to take her punishment. I knew I was going to be punished by Betty anyway, so I told the officer that I would accept her offer. Taking the Law Into Her Own Hands Inflated by a new-found authority, the officer ordered me to drop my pants and underwear and to lean over the hood of her police car. When I assumed the position, to add to my shame she told me to stretch my arms out in front of me. She warned me that I better not let go of the hood or she would start over. I could hear her belt coming out of the loops of her pants and glanced back to see how thick her belt was. “Keep your eyes forward,” she instructed harshly. She gave me the first stinging blow across both cheeks, just above my thighs. “OW!” I cried. “That really hurts!” In a stern voice she chided, “It supposed to hurt. And it’s going to hurt a lot more. There is a lesson to be learned here, and I am going to make sure you learn it.” She was giving me the belting of my life. Bringing that belt down about every three seconds, alternating cheeks … Left then right. Top to bottom. Making sure she got my sit spot as well as the tops of my thighs. I was squirming after about 20 licks, and my arms instinctively went down for a second. “Keep those arms stretched out in front of you, or I will handcuff them to the windshield wipers,” she told me in a way that communicated she meant business. I started whimpering, and tears were starting to flow after a dozen more licks. I could tell that this girl was not new at this. She brought that belt down with precision aim and force. By the time she was done, I was blubbering like a , and my ass was on fire. More Where That Came From She told me to get dressed and she would follow me home to make sure I got there okay. She wanted to have a word with my wife also. The only thing I could think of was that I was going to get more from her and that I wouldn’t be sitting for a week. It was painful just driving the short five miles to my house. When we pulled up the long driveway of the house, Betty was out on the porch, arms crossed and not looking happy. It was now after 11 and I was over two hours late. I was not looking forward to this conversation, that’s for sure. The police officer introduced herself as Officer Melinda Cummings. Before she was finished explaining what happened my wife looked at me and said, “You need to go take a shower while this officer and I have a talk. You smell like a brewery.” As I was taking a shower the hot water was making my ass burn all over again. My mind was going 90 miles an hour, wondering what that officer was telling my wife. I just knew that my punishment wasn’t over yet. Not by a long shot. When I came out the policewoman was gone, and Betty was on the couch holding her very large Vermont hardwood hairbrush. Oh crap! I thought to myself. I’m dead. “You are in for the punishment of your life this evening, Jacob. Not only were you late, you were drinking and driving! And to top it off, you have embarrassed me with your behavior. Officer Cummings told me you also exposed yourself to her.” “I was just taking a leak—” “I don’t want to hear your excuses. She apparently isn’t done with you yet, either. She told me that she may still arrest you unless I make sure that you have learned your lesson. She gets off duty at midnight, and she will be coming back by on her way home. She told me that she wants to see your ass blistered and raw when she comes back. And I am going to make sure that’s exactly what she sees. She will be back in about one hour, so I want you over my knee right now. We don’t have time to waste, and an hour with my hairbrush should get the results she wants to keep your sorry ass out of jail.” I draped myself across her lap, and she proceeded to rekindle the fire that was already there. OMG! I thought. She’s smacking me harder than I ever remember. I began begging her to stop, but she locked one of her legs around my thighs and pinned my right arm behind my back with her left hand. I couldn’t escape her vicious rapid blows on my tender bottom. I was in tears in no time. “Oh please Betty … Ow, ow, ow! Not so hard!” My ass was on fire and felt like the skin was coming off. “You deserve everything that’s coming to you. I am so disappointed in you, and we are going to teach you to never drink and drive. And if you weren’t drinking, you would have not had to stop to expose yourself!” She continued to scold me as she continued bringing that hairbrush down on my tender ass, over and over again, harder and harder. “Just to make sure you’ve learned your lesson tonight, when Officer Cummings gets back to examine the state of your bottom, she has requested to punish you further. Upon her arrival you are to go outside, naked, and cut her two nice-size switches from our willow tree. Peel off the bark and bend over the back of this couch. Do you understand?” Before I could answer she gave me a series of a dozen fast and hard smacks. “Yes Ma’am!” I answered, although I could hardly form the words. I was crying like a baby and the tears were flowing onto the couch cushion. After what seemed like an eternity, Betty finally stopped when she heard a car pulling up in our gravel driveway. “Get up and stand in the corner, nose to the wall and hands on top of your head.” House Call Officer Melinda knocked twice and walked through the door. She went over to where I was standing and examined my backside thoroughly. “Wow, you did a very good job on him. That is one raw and blistered ass.” She grabbed my arm and turned me around. She had changed into a pair of jeans and t-shirt, and I could now see that this woman was indeed in great shape, although I kind of figured that by the way she swung that belt. She looked at me sternly with those hazel eyes. She was a beautiful woman with high cheekbones and dark skin tone. She’s definitely American Indian — I’d venture to guess Cherokee, I thought to myself. And the way she grabbed me and held my arm, I could see her muscles tighten up. She was strong. I would not mess with this woman.. She looked me in the eye and said, “Now you have five minutes to get me those switches and get your sorry ass back in here. And make sure the bark is stripped.” Four minutes and 45 seconds later, I was back inside and handed her the two switches she requested…I was shaking at the thought of what was coming next. She took out her handcuffs and locked them on my wrist and ordered me to bend over the back of the couch. Then she put my hands on the seat part of the couch. Turning to my wife, she said, “Betty, would you mind kneeling between his hands and holding him down. I want to teach this boy a lesson that he will not forget.” “I would be glad to, Officer. I totally agree that he needs to be taught a good lesson here, but before you start, let me get a towel to put under him, in case you draw blood. You have no objection if the nice officer draws blood, do you sweetheart?” she said as she giggled off on her way the bathroom. When I was in the desired position, I could not move the upper part of my body, and I was unable to see anything except the couch cushion. The only thing I heard was the swishing of a switch through the air as Officer Melinda was testing them. Oh, but I certainly felt the sting when she finally made contact. It felt like liquid fire followed by a deep burning two seconds later. It was worse than any cane that I have ever felt. She covered my swollen ass from top to bottom and down my thighs. I was squealing like a little girl and shortly was in tears. I couldn’t get away from the intense pain that rained down on my unprotected backside. I was squirming and kicking my legs but couldn’t escape the wrath of this woman. All my screaming and squirming didn’t faze her one bit nor did she skip a beat. I was crying uncontrollably and was ready to pass out. That fiery switch was cutting into my flesh, I just knew it was. Then I heard it snap. “That’s one,” I heard her say though my moaning and sniveling. “That’s why I wanted you to cut two of them. This one is a little thinner, so I am sure it will be more painful,” she remarked with a gloating tone. “I am going to give you a break until you stop crying; then we’ll continue.” After a few minutes, she started again with new vengeance, whipping me harder and faster than before, covering every inch from my thighs to the top of my ass. I was sobbing in no time as the pain intensified. I couldn’t even speak. After 15 agonizing minutes she finally stopped. They uncuffed me let me up. I picked up the towel and patted the blood that she had produced. Officer Melinda Cummings gave me a smile and a big hug and said, “I hope that you have learned your lesson, young man, and that you will never even think about driving and drinking again.” “Yes ma’am. I have. Thank you.” She gave Betty big hug and walked out the door. Betty gave me a hug as well and told me that all was forgiven. “Now lets get you cleaned up, and I’ll put some lotion on you,” she said mildly. One thing for sure … I will never drink and drive again. |
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