Arrested By LoveBy: Kathryn R. Blake
Kyle laughed at that. "Actually, honey, I think they might."
She sighed, content to be held, and he was content to hold her. He placed his chin on the top of her head and rocked her slightly.
"Ow. Ow. No rocking. Please, no rocking. Okay?"
He instantly stilled, then whispered into her ear. "I don't know if you realize this or not, but this punishment, despite its necessity, hurt me as well."
She snorted. "Yeah. Maybe. But not as much as it hurt me."
He turned her so she looked at him. "More actually, because I was the one responsible for causing you all this pain, and I receive absolutely no enjoyment at all in hurting you."
She scowled at him. "So, why do it?"
He pressed a light kiss on her forehead. "Because, it was something you needed very badly."
She shook her head and opened her mouth to refute him, so he cut off further words by kissing her deeply. It pleased and delighted him more than he could say when she openly and eagerly responded to his kiss.
When they were both breathless, he simply held her. He wanted to make love to her so desperately that he was positive his groin was causing him far more discomfort than her bottom was causing her. However, he knew giving into his desires in that regard wouldn't be wise for several reasons, the first being she was too sore to enjoy it and the second being that he wasn't about to deflower the woman he adored in the very uncomfortable back seat of a police cruiser.
Holding her to his chest, he attempted to get his own wayward needs under control while she rested with her head near his shoulder and toyed with the silver badge pinned to his uniform. Finally she looked up at him and said, "I don't get it, Kyle. Why would you choose to punish by hitting me if you don't like the thought of hurting me?"
He looked at her then, and could see that she was very serious in her question. "Well, first of all, I don't consider a good-old-fashioned spanking to be the same as hitting." He received yet another snort in reply to that statement. "And even though I don't like to cause you pain, I also felt that you needed a physical nudge today to prove just how serious I am about you obeying our traffic laws. I expect you to be much more circumspect and careful from now on. That means--no speeding," he commanded, giving her upturned nose a slight tap.
She wrinkled her nose, but respectfully answered, "Yes, sir."
He gave her a nod of approval. "Good girl. The point is that I believe I only did what was absolutely necessary today for you to learn and remember this lesson. You aren't going to forget it very soon, are you?'
Her eyes widened and she gave a vehement shake of her head.
"No, I didn't think you would. However, if I'd not been so firm with you, the impression I left wouldn't be quite so lasting. Would it?" he asked.
He watched as she carefully considered that for a moment before she said. "Perhaps. But it wasn't really necessary for you to make your impression permanent, was it?"
He chuckled at that, pleased that she wasn't nearly as cowed by the experience as he feared she'd been earlier. Then he regarded her more soberly. "Tiffany Anne Morgan, I would like to go out with you. Officially. On a date."
Her eyes opened wide at that and her small pink tongue came out to wet her lips. He groaned inwardly as he considered all the ways he'd like to play with that tongue, and pleasure her with his. He watched as she considered his suggestion for a moment, then with a sweet blush tinting her cheeks, she said. "I think I'd like that, too."
He raised one eyebrow. "Considering it was the initial reason you were speeding in the first place, I am probably undoing all the good I did with that spanking by encouraging you in this way." When she merely gave him a sexy smile in reply, he groaned and kissed her again, then quickly put her aside, careful to place her back very gently on the seat, before he stepped out of the car to adjust his increasingly confining trousers. Looking back, he could tell by her expression that his brusqueness had unsettled her a bit. Then again, if they continued the way they were going, he feared he would do the very thing he was struggling so hard not to do.
She pointedly gazed at his crotch and said, "From that tent in your pants I'd say it was pretty obvious that you are attracted to me in some small way...." He grimaced at her use of the word small, but let her finish. "I'm clearly willing, so why push me away?"
Leaning back into the car he stretched out his hand to help her out as he said, "I'm not pushing you away as much as I am attempting to exert a little control over myself."
She accepted his offer of help, then asked in a small voice, "Don't you want to make love with me?"
"Oh, honey," he answered drawing her close. "You have no idea just how much I would love to do that. But this just isn't the time, or the place. So, would you like to go out on date with me this Saturday?"
At her pleased nod, they set the time he'd pick her up, then he carefully walked her back to her car.
Kyle treated Tiffany like a princess for the next four and a half months. On their first date, he came to the door in a finely made suit carrying a corsage, which he gave to her. Tiffany didn't think men still gave women corsages, and yet it was such a romantic gesture that she felt like she was going to her high school prom with him.