Rough Justice (F/m)

[lex46]

It had been a long day and after a winter that seemed to go on forever, finally the sun had shone brightly all day. Perhaps we'd skipped spring and gone straight into summer. It was just after 9pm, still pleasant and warm, the sun starting to sink from the May sky and I could think of no better way to unwind and relax than to make a special cigarette with the brown crumbly bits in it.
So there I was, sat on my back step, smoking, watching the swifts wheel and squeal low across the sky, their scimitar wings cutting effortlessly through the air. My mind had started to wander when I was disturbed as my neighbour, Jacqui, shouted over the fence, "Hey, Alex, what are you doing?" "Just chilling out" I replied
"I can see that, and lovely as it smells, it's hardly legal is it?" "Oh Jacqui, come on, it should be. How many people smoke then go home and beat up their partner? None. And how many drink alcohol and do the same? Lots. Plus it has pain relief properties, great for those poor folk with MS and so on"
"Well you're obviously opinionated on it, Come round and let's talk further" "OK" I said as i took one last toke and rose from my step. I Put one hand on a concrete fence post and vaulted the three foot high boundary between our gardens. "Come on through to my sitting room, I've just made a pot of tea" I have to confess I love tea, even when it's red hot weather I find a nice cuppa so refreshing. She poured as I sank back into the black leather sofa and we began to talk as two friendly neighbours do. Then she brought it up. " You know I'm in the police force and despite all we've talked about, I cannot just simply turn a blind eye to your little activity" Oh bloody hell I thought, the embarrassment of pleading guilty in court, a small fine and a criminal record, name in the local rag for all and sundry to read. "But Jacqui, we get on so well, why spoil it? You're off duty anyway" I could see a glint in her eye as she said in a soft voice, "I didn't say anything about reporting it did I?" "er.... no. You didn't"
"Well let me tell you something now. I hate the way all the red tape of the Police works, I have my own ideas on justice" I was stunned. What on earth did she mean? "Go on..." I uttered. "My Dad was a Policeman and when we were growing up, he used traditional methods on us, he didn't spare the rod and we didn't repeat offend, I can tell you"
Jacqui was in her early thirties, about 5'8" and about a size 12 I'd guess, short black hair in a bob, brown eyed and a pretty face.She was wearing a pair of pink shorts and a white t-shirt which showed her ample breasts off to perfection. I guessed it was her job that had kept her single. "So," she continued confidently "rather than me call it in and have you arrested, I propose to give you similar treatment. Instant justice, over and done with" I didn't know what to say. I remembered getting the slipper at school and being caned once, but that was thirty odd years ago. I thought about going to court and just said "OK".
Before I could take in what was happening she sat on an arm chair and said "Come here Alex" I rose from the sofa, the leather sticking slightly to the backs of my thighs (I too was wearing shorts) and walked across to her. She got me to stand on her right and said "I'm going to show you how I think a lot of petty crime should be dealt with. Lay across my lap" As I started to do so, she grabbed my arm and pulled me down, putting her arm around my waist. I felt some odd feelings in my tummy as she then rested her palm on my bottom, fear yet excitement. Then , as I was getting my head around the situation I found my self in, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack her hand fell sharply six times, three on each cheek. "Stand up" she said firmly. I stood and before I could do anything, she had pulled down my shorts and hauled me back over her knee.The problem for me was, my shorts were the type with built in underpants so I was immediately bare before her though she apparently took no notice. It was strange , one of my thighs on her shorts the other bare flesh to flesh. Then SMACK SMACK SMACK three much harder slaps applied to the same spot in the centre of my right cheek, followed by SPANK SPANK SPANK three more on the same spot on my left. "OWWW" I yelped, at the sudden increase in sting which was continuing to build. "Didn't you say something about pain relief" she mocked as she delivered three more on the same spot on the sit spot of each cheek. "Well?" As I tried to protest she landed yet another three of her stinging palm on the same spot towards the top of each cheek. I had started to wriggle a bit but she just held my waist tighter."Hmm" she said, "Message starting to hit home I see" as she ran her palm up and down my hot bottom cheeks. "My hand is starting to hurt. If you get up and go upstairs, you'll find my hairbrush on my dressing table." Not wanting to, but with the commanding tone in her voice I rose, stepped fully out of my shorts and ascended the stairs and entered her bedroom. Sure enough on her dresser was a wooden hairbrush, handle about six inches long and at it's widest oval point three inches wide. It was heavier than I anticipated and I was a little worried when I went back down stairs and handed it to her. I was looking at the floor as she opened her legs and said "Stand here" pointing with the hairbrush between her legs "And lay over my thigh". I did so and immediately felt her other leg close hard against the back of my legs. Her left arm took a tight hold around my waist and as she rested the wooden back of the brush against the top of my right cheek, I briefly enjoyed the feeling of something cool against my flesh then CRACK CRACK CRACK she worked down my right cheek before resting it on the top of my left and CRACK CRACK CRACK, she did the same, I was yelping at each stinging blow but with my legs clamped and my waist tightly held I was helpless. Then she went into a rhythmic spanking CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK on alternate cheeks working her way top to bottom even landing a couple of real stinging blows on the tops of my thighs. I don't know how she held me still and I could feel tears starting to well in my eyes when after about thirty smacks of the brush, she stopped. Holding me there, not letting me rub she calmly said " I told you I believed in traditional methods" I couldn't speak but she continued, "and traditional methods to me means the cane" I didn't know what to think or say and with my stinging burning bottom foremost on my mind I just meekly laid there until she said, "Stand up". I rose slowly, my hands went straight to my stinging behind. She left the room and a few moments later returned with a yellow rattan cane in her hand. About three feet long,3/8" thick and a leather bound handle, I admit I was a little afraid. "Right" she said matter of fact but calmly, Bend over the sofa arm. Knowing I was in no real position to argue I did as she said. She stood beside me and rested the cane across the centre of my cheeks and without another word, tapped it a couple of times. Then I lost the touch of the cane as she drew it back. I heard the siwshhh as it cut through the air before I felt it land. For a split second nothing then OWwwwwwwwwwouch, I felt that wicked line of fire ignite across both cheeks and As I was about to jump up, she must have sensed it because her hand pressed firmly in the small of my back. "Keep still " she commanded firmly. I gripped a sofa cushion hard with my hands and could see my knuckles whiten as I held on tight, very tightly indeed. SWEISHH CRACKKK it bit in again and though I cried out I held my position. SWISHHH KERACKK it landed again on the lower part of my sit spot and I could feel the three welts swelling, stinging burning so. Holding me down again, CRACK ,,,,,,,,,,THWACKK.............. KERACKKKK the cane bit in three more times and I could hold back tears no longer. I wasn't aware of her putting the cane down,or her removing her hand from my back but suddenly her hand rested on my bum, gently stroking each cheek which though quite nice, made me wince. I could barely stand when she told me to.
After a while, when I had got my composure back we talked further. She mentioned again about her strong belief in traditional methods and confessed she'd never had it that harsh from her Dad.There was so much i wanted to ask, like why she had a cane in the first place but I guessed that would come later as would my points about her not following procedure and taking the law into her own hands. Now, I wasn't going to report her was I?

[bobj]

Marvelous story----There must be more to come----I look forward to it

[Often123]

I suspect this won't be the last encounter with Jacqui that Alex has, nor will he be sitting much after the others. One can imagine not all of them will be this rough, and perhaps some even a bit sensuous. Can't wait to see more.

[bobj]

Nice story and well written. If I were Alex, I'd probably wait awhile (to recover) and in another week would be back out smoking a joint again .