Arrested By Love

By: Kathryn R. Blake

Despite having a nearly constant tail on him, they really had very little contact with each other until she'd turned eighteen and he found himself rescuing her again. This time from a near rape by one of the cretins she'd been dating. Kyle had joined up with the police force by then, so he did the "right" thing by threatening the guy with arrest first, despite the fact he wanted to knock out a few of the idiot's teeth. However, some guys were just too stupid to live, he guessed, since this drunken lout didn't have the sense God gave a peacock to lay low.

As Kyle had leaned against the door of his cruiser and listened while the moron continued to spew epithets at him that should never have been spoken in a lady's presence, he merely kept an eye on his watch and waited for the second hand to swing up to twelve at which point he informed the imbecile that he was officially off-duty and clocked him one, knocking him out.

He'd gone to Tiffany then, who was still crying after her attack, and picked her up in his arms to cuddle and reassure her, despite his deep anger over her complete lack of judgment in the guys she dated. He'd discovered pretty quickly that she'd filled out quite nicely over the years, and he was attracted to her in a way that made it difficult for him to keep his distance, even though he was determined to try.

So, when she'd finally settled, he first made sure the loser hadn't hurt her, then he spent time talking to her. Okay, maybe he'd been lecturing more than talking, but she'd needed a good scare in his opinion. She could have been badly hurt if he hadn't "happened along." And that thought alone made him madder than a wasp with an agenda, as well as supremely protective.

Had she remained scared and tearful, he probably would have just escorted her home after he'd finished giving her a sternly worded warning on the perils of dating guys who had more body ink than brains. However, Tiffany took extreme umbrage over his well-intentioned reprimand and began to tell him off for daring to lecture her. Then she, in a very unwise move on her part, started shouting some of the same filthy epithets the dickwad he'd just cold-cocked had dared to spout earlier.

Carefully governing his temper, and showing remarkable restraint, he'd warned her three times that she was treading water in dangerous places. And when she topped things off by hitting him in the chest and calling him a sanctimonious bastard, he growled that he had run out of patience with her. And without warning, he flipped her over, so she lay stomach down on his lap, pushed her panties down and administered fifteen good whacks on her bare bottom for insulting a police officer. He only stopped when she tearfully pleaded out an apology and promised to do whatever he said in the future.

After the punishment was over, he made her stay in position while he spread a medicinal lotion over her bright pink posterior. She was a very fair green-eyed redhead who bruised far too easily, in his opinion. Though the peppermint-scented emollient served to soothe and protect fair skin, it stung like the very devil when first applied to firmly paddled bottoms. God, you'd have thought he was killing her with the way she'd struggled, screamed, begged and cried. She carried on far worse while he was spreading the creamy liquid over her curvy backside than she had when he'd originally punished her, except his grip was unbreakable.

When the lotion's anesthetic properties finally kicked in, she calmed down and let him finish tending her, occasionally expressing her approval by giving soft little moans of pleasure. Unfortunately, he couldn't help but admire her round and now rosy pink buttocks as he continued to stroke her, and really didn't want to stop. When his erection grew too painful to ignore, he helped her turn back over so she could sit up, but he didn't let her go. He couldn't. She was simply far too delicious for him to release, and she wanted to be kissed.

Kyle was all too willing to give Tiffany anything and everything she wanted at that point. He kissed her deeply, surprising her a little when he pressed his tongue into her mouth. However, she quickly responded with equal fervor as he praised and complimented her between his kisses. She clung to him, pushing her small, though delightfully firm, breasts against his chest, and Kyle wanted so much more, despite his inner warnings against getting involved with a sexy, curvaceous troublemaker.

She was a warm armful that he enjoyed kissing and holding on his lap almost too much. Still, she'd had a harrowing day, so he insisted upon driving her home. She'd agreed in a suspiciously meek manner, which made him instantly wary. Tiffany was anything but meek. He finally understood the reason for her uncharacteristic subservience when she asked him to please not tell her father.

Kyle had agreed, somewhat reluctantly, primarily because he believed the older man would only be hurt to learn what had almost happened to his baby girl, and also because he felt he had already seen to her punishment himself--most effectively. Seeing her to her door, he gave her a final kiss and warned her to take care, since he'd be watching her carefully from then on. Then he'd left, vowing to put any wayward thoughts he had about romancing the stubborn little minx out of his mind.

Despite his efforts to keep his distance, Tiffany would occasionally end up standing in front of him for something stupid or reckless she'd done. For some reason, he always seemed to be the one who'd catch her at her foolishness. If he didn't know that she really hated it when he punished or scolded her, he'd begin to suspect she was purposefully doing things so he'd catch her.