Arrested By Love (2 page)

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.

Though he was finding it harder and harder to maintain his distance, he always did his best to treat her like a very strict older brother. Reckless stunts, anything that put her life in danger, he dealt with swiftly and harshly, usually with her ending up panties down over his knees for a firm paddling. However, he never spanked her really hard or long, and would only use his hand.

She'd always cry a little and want to be comforted afterwards, and yet, over the last few months or so, he was beginning to think she wasn't taking his punishments very seriously. How could she, when he kept catching her doing stupidly reckless things far more often, the older she got? And her stunts, though usually not critically dangerous, were getting more and more serious.

Even so, he was sensitive to her tears and usually let her up at the first sign of them to give her a warm hug. He tried to limit the kissing, but found it extremely difficult when she'd catch him opened mouthed and mid-sentence. Because when Tiffany put her tongue in his mouth, Kyle had a hell of a time not reciprocating. If the stunt she'd pulled was merely stupid, he'd usually let her go with a simple scolding and a warning that if he caught her at it again, she'd be spending a much longer time over his knees.

Now, three years after he'd saved her butt from getting raped by an asshole, he'd caught her recklessly speeding--on purpose. And he was angry enough this time to give Miss Tiffany Anne Morgan's bare backside a lot more than a few light swats. Except Kyle knew if she agreed to the punishment he intended to propose that he would not be able to let her go this time. And though he wasn't a total dickwad, he felt, deep down, that Tiffany deserved someone better than him. At least he felt that way until he caught her, through the reflection in his glasses, sticking her tongue out at him.

With an inward grin, he lifted his index finger to let her know he saw, and he'd just added one swat to his already mounting count. He saw her eyes widen and knew she'd gotten his message. Then he watched as she submissively slunk down in the back seat.

With a nod to himself, Kyle removed his glasses and hung them on his belt then opening the driver-side door he turned off his light bar, quietly shut the door, opened the back door and leaned in to gaze down at the girl he'd decided he needed to have in his life. Seeing she remained in her submissive pose, he said, "Well, Miss Morgan. It looks like you have a very important decision to make."

* * *

Tiffany sat up a little straighter and gazed at him through slightly curious and very wary eyes.

"Here's what I propose," Kyle said leaning down a little closer to her. "You can either spend a night in jail for attempting to bribe a police officer.... Orrr," he paused for effect as she listened breathlessly for his next words. "Or, you can spend an indefinite amount of time with your panties off, your front side draped over my knees, and your delightfully cute bottom spanked with two swats for every MPH you went over the limit, as well as an additional five for attempting to bribe me, and one extra for sticking your tongue out. I believe that currently brings us to a grand total of fifty-six swats," he added, one eyebrow arched as he awaited her reply.

"Fifty-six swats! Are you crazy? I wouldn't be able to sit for weeks if you did that to me. You must be a fucking pervert to even suggest such a thing!"

"That will be five more swats for swearing, young lady. And if I hear you say "fucking" again, I'll add washing your mouth out with soap to your punishment."

Tiffany clamped her lips together and glared at him. She knew from past experience that he'd make good on any threat or warning he gave her, so she had good reason to guard her tongue.

He gave his head a slight tilt. "Your little language slip makes it sixty-one now, and I await your reply."

"You can't be serious, Kyle," she said finally.

"You should know by now that I don't joke about anything that threatens your life or well-being. And reckless driving resides at the top of the list."

"I won't do it," she stated, her lovely green eyes sparkling with inner fire.

"That is your choice, of course. I'm sure your father will be heartbroken to learn his little girl has to spend a night in jail because she bribed a police officer with a blow job in a very unwise effort to avoid getting a speeding ticket."

"You wouldn't!" she spat back him.

"Oh, honey. I definitely would." He stood back, ready to close her door.

"Kyle!" Tiffany called, genuine worry in her voice.

He popped his head back in. "I'm going to give you five minutes to think about it. If you refuse to give me answer, I will assume you wish to spend the night in jail. Unfortunately, it will mean you'll have a record, and you'll have to be finger-printed, but I've heard the cots at the station aren't too uncomfortable."

"Bastard!"

He smiled. "The count just went up to sixty-six, honey, and I intend to start adding swats the longer you thwart me in this. So think carefully about it, Tiff. You have a lot at stake here."

"Argh!" Tiffany growled at him as he shut the door. Kyle smiled, then after checking his watch, he went back to stand in front of his car again.

When he'd flashed his lights, Tiffany had pulled off to a relatively deserted park area near the school. He knew he could dispense her punishment without attracting the attention of anything more than a few nearby birds and squirrels--no matter how much she screamed, begged and cried. And he intended to deliver every swat he threatened.

This time he wouldn't be dissuaded by tearful pleas or cries of pain. His darling girl was going to learn there were consequences for her reckless behavior and breaking the law. Although, admittedly he had been intrigued by her proposition.

Crossing his arms over his chest he chuckled over the memory of just how surprised she'd been when he stuck his tongue into her mouth. She would have been at least ten times more surprised if he'd let her do exactly what she'd suggested.

Checking his watch again, Kyle walked back and opened the door. "Your five minutes are up, honey. Have you made your decision?"

Watching Tiffany take a deep breath, Kyle was not all that surprised when she said, "Look, Kyle, I want to be reasonable about this--"

"I'm very pleased to hear that," he concurred agreeably.

"However, sixty-six swats is not reasonable by any stretch of the imagination."

He shrugged. "I guess this is where you and I will have to agree to disagree."

"It's ludicrous, insane and totally out of the question."

He leaned in closer. "Tiffany Anne Morgan, school zone speed limits are established for a purpose, and there are penalties for violating them. Severe penalties. What's worse is the rest of this neighborhood has a speed limit of 35. So, even if I were to discount the school zone violation, you were still driving ten miles an hour over the limit. In the middle of January. With patches of black ice covering the road. And that, my sweet, is totally unforgiveable and deserving of every swat I give you." When she opened her mouth, he raised a finger to let her know he wasn't finished, yet.

"Furthermore, since your five minutes are up, I'm going to add one swat for every minute you delay in giving me your decision."

"You're insane!" she spat back at him.

He tapped his watch. "Thirty seconds, sweetheart, and we're up to sixty-seven now. Tick tock."

Chapter Two

Tears welled in Tiffany's eyes as she glared at him, but Kyle shook his head. "Though I find your tears distressing, they are not going to sway me this time. You are going to be seriously punished today, one way or the other."

"It's cold," she complained softly.

"Move over," he ordered, sliding in beside her and bringing the door to a near close. The backdoors on his cruiser did not have any handles, so he couldn't shut the door all the way, however, he could help make her more comfortable. Reaching down, he retrieved the blanket he kept in the car for victims and witnesses who would occasionally go into shock, and wrapped it around her shoulders. "Better?" he asked, using his thumb to wipe away a couple of new tears.

"How can you be so nice to me one minute, then threaten to beat me black and blue the next?" she asked with a sniffle.

"Trust me. You'll be sore, but there won't be a bruise on you."

Her head jerked up at that. "You plan to use that fire in a bottle stuff you have that's masked as a peppermint-scented lotion on me. Don't you?"

"It'll prevent any bruising," he told her, resolved to keep that from happening.

"I think I'd rather be black and blue."

He brushed another tear from her cheek. "You might, but I wouldn't. So, you're overruled on that one, too, I fear."

"You don't get two votes to my one," she declared, scowling at him.

He tapped her on the nose. "In matters that concern your safety and well-being, sweetheart, you don't get any votes at all."

Giving a wince and a tiny squirm, she asked, "Can't we negotiate on this?"

He shook his head. "Not this time, I'm afraid." He checked his watch again. "You're up to sixty-eight now, Tiffany. So, I suggest you make up your mind soon."

"I can't do it," she finally said on a whine. "I'd rather spend a night in jail."

He gently swiped his thumb along her chin. "I understand completely. I don't agree with your decision, even though I do understand it," he said, giving the door a small push to open it. "You will be allowed one phone call when we get to the station. I suggest you call your dad, first. He's going to be pretty upset by this, I'm afraid."

He started to step out and shut the door, when she cried, "Kyle!"

Turning back, he gazed down at her. "Yes?"

She crumpled upon seeing his resolved expression, then started to cry in earnest. "Okay. I'll do it," she finally managed to get out.

Arching a questioning eyebrow at her he asked, "You're sure?"