A Lead Foot Deserves a Lead Hand
© 2000 Jaylee
All Rights Reserved.
(M/F, cons, no sex)
The story you are about to read is fiction.
Please do not repost or republish without the express written consent of Jaylee.

Preface
This story is written because I got yet another speeding ticket today. As I finished my drive home, I started thinking about one of the last tickets I got…and thus this story.

May 10, 1999

Jaylee was hungry, and as she approached highway speed, she began fighting with the taco she'd just bought at Taco Mayo. It had been a good, but very long day. She'd come to Dallas to help a friend at a track meet, and had spent her entire day in the press box coordinating information running between the track and coaches, as well as serving as the statistician and keeping points for the invitational meet. The taco was challenging, and thankfully there was no traffic as she weaved a bit in her lane. About 3 minute later, she saw the dreaded flashing lights in her rear view mirror.

"May I have your license and insurance verification ma'am?"

Jaylee quickly found her license, but was having trouble with the insurance. After breaking her leg two weeks earlier, she was having to drive her father's car instead of her own, since her car had a standard transmission. Finally she found it and handed it to the officer.

"Can you step out of the car ma'am?"

Jaylee complied and joined the officer at the rear of her car, answering his questions about why she'd been weaving, and emphatically telling him she was not on pain medication for her leg. The full leg cast of navy fiberglass was a pain and inconvenient, but not painful.

"Do you realize you were speeding? This is a 65 mph zone, and you were going 77."

Jaylee held her tongue, but thought it was stupid to have a different speed limit for night than daytime. She had been going a little over what she thought was the limit (70 on the interstate) and this was really over. The officer was really nice, and had ignored her unsafe lane change, but wrote her a ticket for the speeding.

All the way home, Jaylee wondered how to tell Dwaine. He hated it when she got tickets, and it hadn't been that long since her last one. He always joked if she was going to have a lead foot, he was going to have a lead hand on her bottom. Jaylee was already squirming before she drove the remaining 127 miles home.

Dwaine was waiting for her when she pulled in the driveway at midnight, and helped her in with the computer and printer, and the rest of her stuff. Jaylee was on edge, and after a little prompting showed him the pink carbon of the ticket.

"Let me get this straight. You were 12 miles over the speed limit. You were unaware of the limit, even though there are signs posted all over the place showing 70 for daytime and 65 for night driving. Even if the limit had been 70, you were still 7 over."

Jaylee fidgeted, "Yes sir. That's about it. I'm sorry. I should have been paying more attention. I was just tired and thought I knew what the limit was."

"Oh, I intend to get your attention. The only question remaining is whether to do it tonight or in the morning when you've had some rest."

Jaylee stood silently in front of him, not knowing what would be worse.

After a seeming eternity, Dwaine spoke, "I think a good handspanking for not paying attention tonight and a paddling tomorrow for the speeding. Go on up and get ready for bed. I'll be upstairs as soon as I lock the house. Put the pillows on the bed and wait for me."

Usually he put her over his knee, but the cast made that awkward for both of them, and made it difficult for her bottom to be in prime position. Dwaine had determined she could lay face down with two pillows under her hips, and it put less strain on her leg and let him have good access to her bottom.

Jaylee brushed her teeth, slipped on a tee shirt and panties and lay across the pillows, bottom in the air. As she heard Dwaine walk in, she reached and lowered the panties. He lifted her shirt and wasted no time turning her bottom red with rapid, non-stop swats to the upturned cheeks.

May 11, 1999

Dwaine let her sleep late, actually enjoying watching her rest peacefully. About 10:00 she got up, showered, and joined him downstairs.

Kissing her gently on the forehead, he said, "Good morning sleepyhead. Did you rest well?"

Jaylee nodded and poured herself a glass of juice.

Taking a deep breath, she said, "Dwaine, I know I am in a lot of trouble for the speeding ticket. Please don't make me wait any longer to get punished for it."

Dwaine smiled to himself. She hated having to dread a spanking, especially when she knew it was deserved and was going to be hard.

"Okay. Go to the study and get in the corner. I think this time you should be stripped completely."

Jaylee just nodded seriously, and went down the hall.

When Dwaine opened the door, he saw her standing in the corner wearing nothing but the fiberglass cast, fidgeting back and forth.

He gave her the standard lecture about the dangers of speeding and the importance of paying attention while driving. Jaylee was sure that lecture was in a manual somewhere. She had heard it so many times, and assumed other fast-driving girls heard the same thing.

"Bend over the desk."

Jaylee slowly walked to the desk, only partially conscious of the fact he could see everything, and stretched out, hands out in front of her.

Resting the wooden paddle on her bared bottom, he said, "One for each mile over."

At the fourth lick her bottom felt on fire, and she raised up, only to be pushed back down against the desk. On the eighth, she was clenching her fists and losing the battle against crying. And on the 12th, she felt herself essentially collapse against the desk, and then into his arms when he helped her up.

"Go rest, and we'll go out for lunch later."

Jaylee went upstairs as quickly as she could, and lay for the longest face down on the bed, hoping her stinging backside would cool quickly.

Except for the reminder every time she moved, the day went well.

September 30, 1999

Summer had come and gone, but in spite of the calendar, the weather was still abominably hot. Jaylee had been in a meeting in Tulsa, and was zipping along the turnpike on her way home. She crested a hill, and hit the brakes as she saw a highway patrolman, but it wasn't soon enough and she saw the lights flashing as she went past.

"Grrrrr...not again," Jaylee thought. Why hadn't she used cruise control? The limit was 75, and she really didn't need to be going any faster. As she dug for her license and insurance, she was shocked to see a familiar face at her window.

"Mark! What a surprise! When did you join the OHP?" Jaylee and Mark had taught next door to each other at one point in time. He'd taught History and she'd taught Math, and together they'd survived a hard year. They chatted a long time, catching up on each other and mutual friends, and had it not been for the circumstances of meeting, it would have been fun.

"Slow down, Jaylee....Here's a warning."

Jaylee breathed a sigh of relief, thanked him, and promised to drive slower, especially on his section of the Turner Turnpike. She stared at the warning, and buried it in her briefcase. What Dwaine didn't know wouldn't hurt him, and she had been doing so well lately.

October 6, 1999

"Jaylee...hustle. We're going to be late getting you to the airport."

Jaylee came rushing down the stairs, briefcase in one hand and bag in the other. This had been a sudden trip to Austin, and she had come home to pack in a whirlwind.

As they drove, Dwaine went through the checklist. "Tickets, briefcase, laptop..."

All went well until they got to drivers' license.

"I can't find my license."

"If you always put it back where it belongs you wouldn't have this problem, m'dear." he said almost chuckling.

"I'm not kidding Dwaine, it isn't here. I have my passport, so I can still fly."

"But you won't be able to rent a car when you get there. Look again."

The license wasn't found, and Jaylee was coming unglued. Although he wasn't happy about her carelessness, Dwaine took charge of the situation. He called and got her flight moved to later, and drove to the tag agency for her to get a duplicate license. It would be inconvenient, and she'd be a little short on sleep the next morning, but it would be okay.

After a fifteen minute wait, the entire agency heard him turn to her with a raised voice, "Suspended? Your license is suspended? Why? And you'd better start talking fast."

Jaylee had no idea, but one phone call later, Dwaine had an answer.

"It seems as if you never paid your ticket in Texas last year, they notified Oklahoma, and as a result your license was suspended in August. You have been driving with a suspended license for two months."

"But. ... but that can't be. Mark didn't say anything last week when he stopped me."

As soon as the words were out of her mouth she wished she could suck them back in.

Dwaine's silence was stony, and he drove home to pack his bag. It looked as if the best solution was for him to drive her to the meeting in Austin, and it would give them plenty of time to talk. He intended to make sure she made the trip on a very sore bottom, and he envisioned keeping it that way until all the details had come out into the open.

"For the next four days, any time you are not in a meeting, sleeping, or over my knee, you will be sitting in the corner. End of discussion."

Jaylee knew it was going to be a very long week. She'd been spanked for the warning, she'd been spanked for losing her license, and she'd been spanked for lying by omission about the warning. All of that had happened before they'd ever left home, and now Dwaine had plenty of time to think about the inconvenience factor of having to take off work and taxi her around.

She was spanked each morning when she got out of bed, and spanked before going to bed each night.

Five days later, after phone calls, going to court in Texas, and working through a pile of paperwork in Oklahoma, Jaylee had a new license. She carefully tucked it in her billfold, and she and Dwaine rode in silence all the way home. At least, she could drive herself again.

Dwaine and Jaylee pulled into the driveway.

"Jaylee, we've dealt with everything about this whole incident except your not paying the ticket to begin with."

They walked in, and he led her upstairs. Ten minutes later, Dwaine was using a strap on her bottom, turning it bright red.

"Jaylee, I will not tolerate irresponsibility. You had the money order bought, and I saw you address the envelope, you just didn't take the time."

Her backside felt raw when he stopped, and she was crying. After a final few swats with his hand, Dwaine held her in his arms and rubbed her until the tears stopped.

Secure in one of his bear hugs, Jaylee softly whispered, "Dwaine, I'm sorry."

"I know, and it's over. Why don't you get ready for bed and I'll come tuck you in."

Postscript
You'd think I would learn, but today coming back from a trip to Texas, I got stopped for going 74 in a 60. When Dwaine gets home, I have a feeling I'll be back over his knee. One thing I *DO* know, that fine will be in the mail Monday morning. I don't want to let things get out of control again.

If you'd like to email Jaylee about A Lead Foot Deserves a Lead Hand, write: OKPayne@aol.com

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