Sheriff (MF/F story)

Sheriff Graham sat at his desk, looking over the paperwork. He was currently the only representative of the law in the small town since Stephen had to quit, but that didn't bother him much.

Their secretary – his secretary, it was now – entered the room. Claire was a short, but very curvy brunette who liked tight jeans and smiling a lot. "Lily Barber is here to see you, Ben. Says she's here to complain about a speeding ticket you gave her."

"But?" he asked. Claire was quite good at leaving things unsaid, while making absolutely sure he knew something was unsaid.

"Short dress, lots of make-up? She's here to make a deal, and I think I know what it entails."

"No surprises there." Lily Barber was young, pretty and single, and well aware of all those things. She was also very good at making other people aware of them. "Send her in."

Lily Barber was tall, blonde, with blue eyes and a striking figure. She was dressed in a short red dress, and smiled in a way that was a bit too friendly. "Hello, Ben. It's great to see you again."

"So, you are here to complain about the speeding ticket I gave you?" Graham said, looking at the papers on his desk. He was a lot harder to manipulate than most people suspected.

"Come now, Ben. We're friends, aren't we?"

"The other night, when I stopped you for speeding and found out you had been drinking, you called me something quite different."

She was still smiling, but there was something quite desperate about her now. "Please, Ben, you know I can't afford a speeding ticket now. Pay is lousy, and expenses are high."

He glanced over at the dress she was wearing. "I can imagine. But you should have thought of that before you tried to break the sound barrier. We have laws for a reason, and I'm here to ensure they are kept." He was wondering to himself is she was desperate enough to agree to his 'special treatment', available to certain customers only. He had a feeling she might.

"Please, Ben." She leaned forward on his desk, batting her eyelids and exposing quite a bit of cleavage in the process. "Can't we work something out? I'm really sorry about what happened."

"What about calling me a 'dirty, good-for-nothing pig'? Are you sorry for that? And that wasn't the worst thing you called me."

She winced. "I'm really sorry. I can make it up to you."

"I don't think you can, no. But you can do something to convince me you're truly sorry for your crimes."

She smiled, confident of her victory. "Anything."

He didn't say a word, just opened the closest drawer, picked up the small paddle and dropped it on the desk. You could have heard a pin drop in the silence that followed.

"Out of the question," she said indignantly.

"Fine by me," Graham said, returning to his paperwork. "The door's behind you."

"Wait!" The situation was out of her control, and she didn't like it. "Can't we work something out?"

"You have two options, and only two. One: pay the ticket. Two: bend over the desk and take a paddling. Your choice."

She stood there for some time, biting her lip and pondering what to do. After a while, she looked at him. "This... paddling... how will it be done?"

"I raise your dress and pull down your panties, give you a set of hard strokes, and when I think you've had enough, you're free to go. I'll tear up your ticket, and you drive carefully from now on." He tapped his pencil against the desk. "One more thing. There will be a witness, to ensure nothing happens that wasn't part of the deal. Claire."

"That moronic secretary of yours gets to watch me get paddled? No way!"

"First of all, insult her again and you WILL regret it. Second, that's the deal. You bend over the desk, I paddle you. She watches everything. It's this, or the ticket. Choose."

She bit her lip, staring off into space as she contemplated his offer. Finally, she nodded. "OK."

"What's that?"

"OK. I'll take the paddling."

"Good choice," he told her. "Claire! Come in here."

The secretary entered, a smile on her face. She had already guessed what agreement had been reached, and it was clear that it pleased her.

"Lily here has accepted an alternative payment for her sins. She'll be getting a paddling, and I need you here to witness it. Is that okay with you?"

"It is," she told him.

"Now, Lily, I want you to tell her our agreement, so that there is no misunderstanding."

Lily blushed. It was cruel to make her do this, make her say it to HER. "I bend over and take a paddling, and he's promised to tear up my ticket."

"All clear?" Graham said. Claire nodded. This wasn't the first time they had used this arrangement, but she wasn't about to tell Lily that.

"Now, Lily, I want you to raise your dress and bend over the desk. Grip the other side FIRMLY, so you aren't tempted to reach back or stand up. That will earn you extras." She did as instructed, glaring at Claire. She did not like the woman at all. When she was in position, Graham stepped forward and lowered her pink panties to her knees. Lily lowered her head, unable to meet their gaze.

He picked up the paddle and rubbed it against her bottom, seeing the goosebumps forming in anticipation. Then, suddenly and without warning, he drew it back and delivered a loud SMACK! Lily cried out and jumped to her feet, both hands grasping her bottom protectively.

"Get back into position," he told her.

"But it hurts!" she whined.

"That would be the point." He pointed at the desk. "Now bend over." Reluctantly, she did so.

Another SMACK broke the silence. Lily hissed in pain, but stayed in position. He delivered a few more, making sure he covered her entire bottom. And for a while, she stayed down. It can't last, he told himself.

And sure enough, a few strokes later, Lily jumped to her feet and clutched her bottom again. Claire stepped forward, with a concerned look on her face. "Are you OK?" she asked.

"Go away, you bitch!" Lily screamed, tears rolling down her eyes. She was clearly not in the mood to talk.

There was a scowl on Graham's face that frightened Lily. "That outburst just earned you a whole lot of extra strokes, Lily. Now, bend over and take the rest of your licking, or I'll make you cut a few switches too."

Lily bent over, her eyes begging Graham for mercy.

About a dozen strokes later, her original punishment was over. Of course, then came the extras. Two strokes for each time she jumped to her feet meant four extra strokes. Those came quickly.

"Now, on to the matter of that potty mouth of yours, and how you insulted my kind and caring secretary. Now, since she's the offended party, perhaps I'll let her teach you a lesson."

Lily sent him a tearful, pleading look, but he ignored her. Claire looked like Christmas had come early, and she eagerly gripped the paddle he handed her.

"Give her five good, hard strokes."

"Just five?" Claire said in a disappointed voice, making use of her puppy-dog eyes.

"Just five. Unless she earns herself extras."

The strokes were hard, and slow, as Claire made the most of what she had been granted.

Then, it was over, and a tearful, contrite woman left the office.

"Best...day...ever!" Claire exclaimed.

"You like the paddle, then?" Graham said, grinning as he watched his secretary's enthusiasm.

"Like it? I LOVE it."

"Glad to hear that. Now, you were late again this morning, weren't you?"

She grimaced and nodded her head. She did not like the way this conversation was going.

"Third time this month. You know what that means."

She did. And as she bent over the desk, gripping the far side, she heard her boss pick up the paddle.