Soak Up Some Sun
by Molly
copyright © 2002

I'm late coming home. As I put my key into the lock and start to open the front door, it is pulled from my grasp and I look up to see your concerned face. You look at me with relief and puzzlement. "I was worried about you babe, everything okay?" you ask when you see my face.

I am upset, but also nervous about what you'll say when you hear what happened. "I got pulled over," I tell you as you wrap me in your arms for a hug. 

You stiffen slightly and hold me away from you to look at my face and ask, "For what?"

"Speeding," I quietly reply.

"Speeding?" you ask with some confusion. "How fast were you going?"

I don't reply at first, thinking about the answer and looking up at you. "I wasn't really paying attention when he pulled me over," I answer, averting my eyes and hoping that it doesn't sound as well rehearsed as it is.

When I venture a look back at you, I see that you have raised one eyebrow skeptically at that answer.
Uh-oh, not a good sign. I feel my face start to flush.

"Hmmm. How much is the ticket?' You ask me in your straight to the point, not going to get out of this on a technicality, voice.

"Umm, I think around a hundred and some dollars." I mumble, "I was pretty upset when he finally gave it to me and didn't really look too closely at it."

"Why were you so upset? Just for getting a ticket? That's not like you," you ask me suspiciously. "Where's the ticket? Let's see it."

"It's in the jeep." I don't answer the first question and hope you don't notice. "You don't really need to see it do you? I have to pay it when I renew my license and it's better to leave it in the jeep. "

Your eyes narrow at that and you order, "Go and get it."

"Great," I think, as I turn around and go back out to get the ticket. "That sure went well!"

I retrieve it from the glove box where I've folded it up into the tiniest, littlest, unnoticeable bundle imaginable, hoping that it would never be opened, and bring it back it to you. I don't have enough time to straighten it out entirely and I hand it to you still folded up. Again you look at me with your narrowed eyes and I see that your mouth is now beginning to form a hard line. You know me so well.

You unfold the many layers of the ticket and finally have it smoothed out. I can tell the exact moment when you find the truth. Your eyes widen and narrow instantly - your jaw is clenched and I see the muscle there working. Not a good sign. I unobtrusively take a step back, wanting to distance myself from you at this moment, but the dining room table stops me from going any further, as does your voice.

"Where do you think you're going?" You snap, making me jump. My heart is beating furiously and my stomach is in turmoil. I really don't want to be here right now. You hold the ticket up to me and say, "Care to explain this? And I want the truth this time, young lady". 

I swallow and start to speak. My voice is shaky and I try and steady it. "Uh, well…." I pause to take a deep breath. "I was just driving home up Danes Hill, listening to the radio and singing, not really paying attention I guess. Someone was in front of me and they were going too slow, so I went around them. They must have sped up though, `cause I had to speed up to get back in the other lane to make my turn. I didn't notice he was a cop though. I turned in front of him and that's when he pulled me over."

" So you passed a cop?" you ask me incredulously. "At 50mph?? On that hill? You really must have been flying around that corner," you question. My blush gives it away. "Well?" You demand.

"I really don't know for sure how fast I was going around the corner, but he did say that my two wheels left the ground," I quietly confess, "and he was pretty upset when he got out of his van. He told me that he could impound my jeep for dangerous driving."

This is not going good. If I thought he was mad, you are doubly so. You're pacing in front of me, shaking your head. You slap the ticket against your thigh. "I can't believe you would drive in such a reckless manner! You DO know that your jeep can tip over don't you? You could have been killed! Or badly injured!"

"I know, I'm sorry - I really wasn't thinking." I get out softly.

You stop in front of me to grind out, "Not as sorry as you are going to be, believe me, young lady. Upstairs RIGHT NOW and wait for me there. I suggest you think about your little escapade today and how dangerous it was. I'll be up once I've calmed down to deal with you then." You shake your head at me in disbelief and disappointment. 

My eyes open wide and my heart plummets to my stomach, like being on a roller coaster. "Whaa. why..."

"Move it NOW!" you order and give me a swat on my behind to get me moving. I turn and run up the stairs.

What do you mean, you'll deal with me? That does NOT sound good! You wouldn't ... would you? Yikes.
I sit on the bed and can't stay there for long because of nerves. I jump up and change into some shorts and a t-shirt. Butterflies still there and no sign of you. How are you going to deal with me? You wouldn't really… would you? Oh boy, this isn't good. I feel so guilty. Why oh why did I have to drive like a maniac today? But the sun was shining and the music was good -- my favorite song, "I Want To Soak up Some Sun" was on, and I was singing along. I didn't mean to drive so fast and it was a bit scary going around the corner. I know
how easily I could have flipped over. Plus, I have to pay the $175 ticket. Youch. 

I can't believe I'm in this situation. I wish you would hurry up. The waiting is killing me. Then I hear you coming up the stairs and I'm frozen in place, my breathing shallow and the butterflies are having a convention. "Showtime", I think humorlessly to myself.

You enter the bedroom and look at me standing beside the bed. I see the resolve in the hard set to your face and it starts the butterflies up into full flight. You stop in front of me and place your hands on your hips. "I
still can't believe that you would drive so carelessly. You know how dangerous it is. My job is to keep you safe, even from yourself if need be. I intend to make sure that you NEVER consider doing anything that foolish again. If something would have happened to you, I don't know what I would have done. What about the kids? How would I ever face them, knowing that you were gone because of something stupid you did?"

Oh, boy, this was worse than I ever expected. I feel so guilty as you lecture me.

"Well, do you have anything to say for yourself? you finally stop and ask me.

"I'm really sorry. I don't know why I was driving so crazily. I know that the jeep can tip. I just wasn't' thinking," I answer you as my chin drops to my chest and tears well up in my eyes.

"That's the problem - you just don't think do you? Well, I can help you with that," you say with a mirthless little laugh. "I guarantee you'll be thinking a lot after tonight." And with that pronouncement you unbutton your cuff and begin to roll up your sleeve, sitting down on the bed.

"Okay, let's get this over with. Come here, Molly," you command with steel in your voice. This would not be a good time to think about how far the door is from where I am. You can see in my eyes that I am thinking of bolting. "Don't' even think about it," you tell me, "You really don't want to make this worse than it already is."

I see the promise in your eyes and try to swallow my fear. I can do this.

I slowwwwllly make my way to you on legs of rubber until I'm standing in front of you. I'm finding it hard to look you in the eyes. My face is flushed. You tilt my chin up to meet my eyes.

"What you did was something that I don't ever want to hear about you doing again. I'm going to make sure that you learn your lesson in one. I really considered using my belt, but I won't. Not this time. If this issue EVER comes up again I will use it. Is that understood, young lady?"

"Yes, sir," I squeak out, thinking that I should probably feel somewhat relieved, but since I've got a good idea that there's more to come, I'm not. 

"I am going to give you the spanking of your life. I'm going to take you over my knee and spank you until sitting comfortably is just a memory. The next time you are sitting in your jeep, you WILL remember this lesson. And you won't dare to do something so foolish again. If I have to do this for the next week I will, until I know that you have gotten the message. You are not to fool around with your safety like that," you sternly tell me as you unsnap my shorts and pull them down over my hips.

"Step out of them," you order as I'm momentarily shocked into submission and do as you say. This isn't really
happening is it? You reach out and grasp my wrist to pull me down over your knee. Oompph, I land on your knee. I flush as I come to terms with this embarrassing position.

"This is going to hurt," you say, "and hurt a lot.

"I don't EVER want to have to do this again for this reason, do you understand?" you ask me as you draw my panties down to my knees. I feel a full body flush start followed by tingling in my toes, my fingers and my
bottom.

"Yes! I understand!" I get out, totally overwhelmed by the sensation of being vulnerable and dominated by you. I've put myself in this position and have no one to blame but myself. I shouldn't have done what I did, plain and simple. Time to pay the piper me girl. I feel your hand splay across both cheeks. All of that power in that hand. The power to make me heed. To make me sit up and take notice. To make me safe. To be responsible or to pay the consequences. Which I am going to do now.

"What you did today has got to be one of the most dangerous things that I can think of. You endangered yourself, my wife, the mother of my children, and the people that were doing nothing else except driving in their cars And for what? To get home that much quicker?"

And with that the punishment begins.

Your hand descends upon my upturned cheeks without any warning, making me jump. First one side then the other – SLAP… SLAP. Beating in tandem to a rhythm known only to you. I don't want to learn it, I just want it to stop and stop now.

"Oww, oww that hurts, stop!" I cry out. 

You reply with a volley of spanks to my tender area where bottom meets thigh, alternating cheeks. "That's the whole idea sweetie, it's supposed to hurt. That's how you learn your lesson." you dryly answer.

"I have learned my lesson! I'm SORRY!" I yell out, hoping to dissuade you from your mission, but to no avail. "I promise I'll never drive like that again! Please stop!" Once you've decided on acourse of action though, there is no dissuading you, when you know it's the right thing to do. Everything is black and white to you.

Right or wrong, there is no dissemination. I feel myself losing control and starting to fight to get away from
you. My legs kick out and I try to break free of your hold. You hold me tighter and keep up the pace, even faster and harder now. SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! I'm on the verge of surrender. I can feel myself
starting to panic – is this ever going to stop – tears are freely flowing and the burn in my bottom is becoming unbearable. I give up. I accept your dominance and your power over me. You keep up the beat for another minute, and then it takes me a minute to realize that you have stopped and are now just holding that punishing hand over my burning cheeks. 

I slowly regain my senses and take a deep breath. You rub my back rhythmically, soothing me, then help me up. You lean back against the headboard and settle me on your lap, keeping your arms around me while I softly cry and regain my composure. 

You stroke my hair and tilt my face up for a kiss. You hold my gaze with yours. "I'm sorry Kieran, I will never do anything so stupid again. You were right to punish me like you did. I deserved it."

"I know you are baby. You can't be careless like that. You always have to be paying attention and slow down. Don't give me cause to use my belt." 

I see the promise in your eyes and I shiver. There won't be next time.

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