Arrested by Love

by Kathryn R. Blake

CHAPTER ONE

Tiffany Morgan did not need the officer behind her to yelp his siren just to let her know she needed to pull over. She could see the flashing red and blue lights reflecting ominously in her rearview mirror just fine. Thank you very much. With a wince, she slunk down guiltily in her seat. She'd wished and hoped for this, except now she'd wondered if she hadn't been just a little too rash with her plan.

Gazing into her side mirror, Tiffany could feel her rear end clench with dread as Officer Kyle Andrew Sinclair slowly rose out of his car and purposefully strode over to hers. Why couldn't he be like a normal guy and just ask her out? Why did he make her resort to these childish tactics just to get his attention? And dear God, why did he have to look so gorgeously edible in his dark blue winter uniform and cap? Her insides gave a little flip at the thought of talking to him again. All she could do was hope and pray he'd end up reacting as pleased as she'd envisioned him.

However, this wasn't the first time she'd gotten on the wrong side of the handsome, but very strict, officer-of-the-law. And it probably wouldn't be the last. Although, she'd much prefer being on his good side, she was eager to have him on any one of her sides--top, back, right, or left. Just having him next to her made her knees grow weak. He made her feel desirable, feminine and petite.

At five feet six, though not terribly tall, there weren't many men in town that could make Tiffany feel tiny and delicate. However, Kyle always could, and with nothing more than a crook of his finger and a single flash of his rich, dark brown eyes. They were hidden now behind those dark mirrored sunglasses that were so popular. Even so, she had no doubt they were thinly narrowed and scowling at her right then.

He tapped on her closed window. Swallowing, she pressed the button lowering the thin glass barrier that separated them. "Yes, Officer Sinclair?" she asked trying to make her voice sound innocent, yet sexy.

"I believe you should know the routine by now, Miss Morgan. License and registration, please."

"Yes, sir," she replied deferentially in an effort to ease his anger a little. When she'd gotten into trouble before, she accidentally discovered that it pleased him when she deferred to him as "sir."

Handing him the documents she had ready and available on the seat beside her, she watched as he perused them, probably just to make sure she hadn't let either of them lapse. That could get her in hot water with him, too. Kyle was a stickler for following rules and regulations, which was very unfortunate for her. Looking up at his stern features, she patiently waited for him to pass judgment.

He jotted something on the pad he held. No doubt her license number. He fully intended to give her a ticket, except she had other plans. If she had the nerve to carry them out, that is.

"Did you realize you were going 45 in a 20 mile per hour zone? A school zone?" he asked in his official police officer voice.

"Yes, sir," she answered, knowing there was little point in denying it. She had been speeding on purpose in hopes she'd catch the officer's attention. The kiddies were all safe in school, so she wasn't being reckless, exactly, just speeding. Was it possible to barely break the law?

He pushed his glasses down his nose to glare at her straight on. "You knew you were speeding?" he asked, incredulity stamped on his rugged features.

"Yes, sir," she answered, looking up at him and giving him her best ingenuous smile.

Pocketing his pad along with her license and registration, he took a single step back. "Step out of the car, please, Miss Morgan," he snapped, his tone revealing a barely suppressed anger.

Closing her eyes, Tiffany swallowed for courage, then stepped out into the crisp January air as he'd commanded.

"Turn and place your hands on the roof of your car, please," he insisted, his hand on his gun.

Though she did as he ordered without comment, she thought he was really carrying things a bit too far this time. What was he going to do? Shoot her for speeding in a school zone? Frisk her for hidden weapons? She gulped as his strong hands did exactly that. She arched her back, unable to suppress a small groan at the impersonal, yet strangely erotic, pat down he gave her.

"Spread your legs, please," he commanded next, placing his knee between her thighs to ensure her compliance.

Though tempted to lean back and ride the firm thigh pressing against her backside, she restrained herself. His action hadn't really been necessary, since she had no intention of disobeying him, but now her panties were totally soaked through. She was only wearing a jacket and a short, tight skirt, having left her coat in the car, so it wouldn't have taken much for him to check her there, too. However, he was conducting his search in a totally impersonal manner. Damn him.

When he was done, he stepped back. "You may turn around now," he advised, anger still simmering just beneath the surface of his words.

Tiffany knew he hated it when she drove over the speed limit. He considered it reckless driving, which he refused to tolerate. She watched as he pressed his glasses back up his nose and took out his pad again.

"I'm giving you a ticket and recommending you attend mandatory driver training, this time, Miss Morgan." Though she couldn't see his eyes, Tiffany suspected they were simmering with spirals of fury about now. "What you knowingly just did is stupid, reckless and totally unacceptable," he informed her, his tone clipped and cool.

She gazed up at him through lowered lashes. That was her cue. "Um, officer?"

She saw one eyebrow arch above his glasses as he answered, "Yes?"

She wet her lips and provocatively gave her hips a little swing. "Perhaps we could work something out, instead?"

Glasses immediately came down again. "Pardon me?"

She pointedly gazed at his crotch. The evidence that he found her attractive was blatantly obvious. "Perhaps, I could find a way to ease your discomfort, and you could forgive this small lapse of judgment on my part?" She deliberately ran her tongue over her lips just in case he hadn't gotten the message yet. Sometimes men could be a little thick.

If his eyes could physically glare daggers, she'd be one dead cookie by now. "Are you attempting to bribe me with oral sex, Miss Morgan?" he inquired silkily.

She gave him the most suggestive smile she had, then answered, "Among other things…."

"That's it!" he growled, yanking out his handcuffs and turning her so her face was smooshed against the very cold roof of her car. Before she could even say 'don't' he had her hands cuffed behind her back and was marching her over to his police car.

"Ow, Kyle. You're hurting me," she complained, struggling to match his long stride in her tight skirt and shiny black stilettos that she'd hoped made her legs look ten miles long. His grip on her arm lightened slightly, but other than that he was cutting her no slack. She made absolutely no attempt to resist him, since she already knew it would be useless. Besides, this was what she'd been hoping for, right?

"Get in," he commanded, pressing down on her head to protect it as he settled her none-too-gently, she might add, into the back of his cruiser. Then leaning in slightly with his head, he said, "You can just stew there for a few minutes and think about what you did while I decide what to do with you." Then he slammed the door.

That ominous little warning had Tiffany's backside twitching again.

Sitting obediently where he'd put her, Tiffany fumed--silently. This part had not been in her plan at all. She'd imagined him so overcome by his passion for her that he would sweep her up in his arms, place her on his lap, and then passionately kiss her. He was not supposed to slap handcuffs on her wrists, toss her into his car, then slam the door and lock her in.

Yeah, he might be a really handsome guy and all, with muscles a girl could drool over, but he was also a chauvinist pig sometimes. She was sorely tempted to stick out her tongue at him, especially since his handcuffs had effectively curtailed her from giving him the one fingered salute, which she'd also like to throw his way right now. It would definitely make her feel better.

Except he stood in the front of the car with his back to her now, so her infantile gesture would be totally lost on him. Scowling at his back, she scrunched up her nose and stuck out her tongue at him anyway, then groaned when he held up his index finger in response. One. Oh, God, that meant he was keeping count and she was in for it now. She slunk back against the seat and waited.

* * *

Kyle was so angry with Tiffany for her deliberate recklessness that he feared he'd lose his temper with her. So, rather than tempt himself further by giving her a well-deserved scolding, he slammed his cruiser's door and strode to stand before the hood of his car, where he crossed his arms over his chest and considered what he should do next.

She had absolutely no regard for her own safety. He knew that since the summer she'd turned ten years old and went swimming in the rain-swollen Pentucket river after her parents had wisely forbidden her to go anywhere near it. Though only seventeen and little more than a kid himself at that age, he'd managed to save her. Then, once he'd made sure she hadn't been hurt by the river's rough handling, he'd been angry enough to give her five hard swats on her pink swim suit covered backside that day. Afterwards, she was wailing as if he'd beaten her black and blue, so he'd just held her a bit and gently rocked her in his arms as he quietly scolded her for risking her life so foolishly until she'd finally calmed.

Then putting her aside, he ordered her back home to change out of her wet suit. He thought she'd run back to her Daddy and complain about what he'd done, but she hadn't. Instead, the very next day she'd actually started following him around like a pesky younger sister, remaining his permanent shadow until two years later, when he'd left and joined the army to train as a medic.

He knew she'd become smitten with him, since during those two years she'd occasionally try to get his attention, often by doing stupid girly things. Still, all it took was a sharp word or look from him and she'd promptly settle down and behave again.

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.

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."