Chapter 1

“You’ve got a snoot full of trouble, Cassie because you told her the woman, whose house she broke into was about to be arrested for murder, Chief Connor’s told Cassie his DA who he called counselor. That conversation led to the unimaginable phone call with her friend, Samantha who had broken the law. Chief Connors expected that Cassie to crack-down on the Mystery Woman Bookstore’s fairly recent new owner. He was fine with the counselor handling the spanking herself and closing the book on the one he called, Snoopy to punish her criminal mischief. Her boss had told he fix this or I will and if that happens he’d fire her ass!

Samantha had a hard time believing it, but it was really true. Her best friend, Cassie also just happened to be the District Attorney, DA where they both lived and owned her bookstore had told her she was on her way over with a paddle- ball toy wooden paddle to soothe the tail feathers the conservative chief of police, Chief Connors who adamantly demanded that discipline be instilled of a physical nature to ‘Snoopy,’ his cute nickname for Samantha.

His discipline philosophy was designed to make sure that snoops didn’t take advantage of his second chance program. Every person that stepped foot in Chief Connor’s jail was made aware and agreed to these strict jail rules and agreed to be spanked or be charged. Residents knew it was the price for both juveniles and adults who acted like minors in the local area to avoid prosecution.

They say a picture is worth a thousand words. This was certainly the case for the break in at Dorothy’s. Samantha’s part to be nosey even after the warned to stay out by Chief Connor’s went to Dorothy’s home, broke in and snooped through her belongings.

Sam used a tool to gain entry illegally. Cassie sat up straight in her office chair. The photo spoke volumes for her best friend who had a job to do and she planned to carry it out without prejudice. Cassie was a task master!

Samantha’s skin began to crawl and her face turned red as it became apparent the lack of respect and acknowledgement of family sacrifices her charge was illustrating by her bad behavior at the college. Even more troubling was her disregard for the police to study and do the right thing. This was not they including Cassie expected of Samantha who had become an accomplish, successful book shop owner. Her actions were unacceptable and deserving of punishment.

Samantha immediately noticed the difference in Cassie, immediately. The usually friendly helpful even willing to side step the law, District Attorney, DA had substituted her easy-going demeanor with that of a peeved member of law enforcement. The prosecutor carried a round wooden paddle she found at a trailer at Red River Days. The prosecutor simply removed the ball and elastic string to modify it for use on deserving misbehaving bottoms.

She was about to paddle the newly arrived freshman’s fanny who was distracting the girls with her loud music and boisterous talking. Samantha really had little choice besides it would do her a world of good. All the same she was glad it was the book owner’s ass that would feel the sting and carry the blisters from the paddle tonight and not hers. Samantha would be as obedient as a lamb before the district attorney was through with her bottom this evening. The DA would not be a happy twenty four-year-old once the private college student had found out what happens to young ladies who ignore quiet hours. Compounding her rule violation was the fact a sign declaring they are in violation of law by breaking into murder suspect, Dorothy’s house and snooping round inside and taking pictures.

Cassie confronted Samantha in her bedroom expressing that she had been noisy even after being called down. Then she had been extra naughty posting the rebellious photo in her public profile flaunting the law, with the understanding Dorothy’s home was a crime site.

Cassie told Samantha firmly she had Chief Connor’s permission to deal with her selfish thoughtless actions right there by spanking her hard with her thin wooden paddle.”

Samantha being an adult was responsible for her actions being an amateur sleuth and inconsiderate the mission of the investigating police, but she was lucky to be out of the wrath of Chief Connors. The self-assured book owner soon lost her bravado as Cassie ordered her to climb up on her bed on all fours and lower her head to the mattress.

The clueless sleuth in the light blue print pajama pants had her bottom arched in the air and it was trembling like a rabbit. It was obvious that the Red River Days paddle the prosecutor /friend held in her hand frightened the bookshop owner. It was time for the authority figure on the scene to address the chief’s complaint of criminal behavior. Samantha had earned a good blistering spanking and the District Attorney was there to enforce the law with a good paddling.

Samantha was up to her pretty ass in it right now!

“Samantha, your spanking will consist of a dozen swats to each bottom cheek with my wooden paddle as agreed to by you as stipulated in the contract you freely signed. While Cassie was irritated her outrage stemmed from when he saw you’re flaunting photo on the social media site.” The district attorney explained Samantha’s upcoming punishment.

“I am sorry and I will apologize to the Chief Connors.” Samantha sweetly said in her alto voice.

“Yes you will young lady, but I’m afraid it will be with a red blistered bottom underneath your pants.” The DA told the misbehaving sleuth as she flicked her golden blonde hair out of her face.

Samantha’s brown eyes darted upward and became aware that her friend, Cassie was holding a round wooden paddle in her hand. The bookstore owner’s apprehension turned her face complexion an ash as new heights of terror filled her tummy with tiny gas bubbles. “You’re not going to use that on me!” Samantha proclaimed though there was a tremble of fear evident in her voice.

“I certainly am, young lady.” The town’s authority team member present,” Cassie assured Samantha.

“But, spanking is so old school.” The attractive bookstore owner protested.

Samantha started exhibiting a lamb-like demeanor and thought better of speaking more, but instead tears began to well up behind her eyes.

“Samantha, the time has come to take care of this. Stick your bottom up high and remain in that position until you have received eight swats of my wooden paddle on each cheek,” Cassie ordered.

Her straight shoulder length brown hair flowed down around her face and down her back. While her upended out bottom pulled her thin blue plaid pajama pants tighter displaying a visible panty line to point to the place the lesson would do the most good. Samantha was unaware that Cassie, Samantha’s advisor’s thin paddle was deceptive as it delivered a surprisingly strong sting that lingered in the recipient’s bottom even over thin pajama pants and panties.

The naughty snoop was unaware that her friend, Cassie, the DA was through talking about the subject matter. She took a stance to the side of the bed and cocked the paddle above her head bringing it down with a flick of her wrist. A trick just before it impacted against the middle of the freshman’s right butt cheek. Samantha was not prepared for the sting which now consumed half her bottom.

“I will not do such a thing again, honest ma’am. I can’t take a spanking with your wooden paddle it will kill me!” Samantha whined.

Crack!

Samantha felt a whoosh of air behind her, just a millisecond before the round paddle banged into and burned right through her thin blue plaid short clad-butt.

Spank! Pop! Crack! Swat!

The spanks of the wooden paddle created a pain in Samantha’s ass that overwhelmed her senses with an all encompassing sting and that pain inevitable caused Samantha to fart. an embarrassing indiscretion that the blonde DA, Cassie didn’t mention.

Whack! Spank!

The wooden paddle landed one after another on her lower bottom cheeks of her pale pink pants outlined by her naughty “notice me” visible panty line.

Swat! Pop! Splat! Spank!

The force of the swat against her butt with such intensity it lifted and separated her bottom cheeks. The District Attorney could see through her thin blue plaid pants and the pale pink sheer panties Samantha wore underneath. “Ouch, damn that stings. It leaves a burn; loosen up on that swing, please. That is really intense Cass!”

Samantha got her answer loud and clear and directly on her tender bottom. The round wooden paddle came down with authority as Cassie scorched the middle of both pert butt cheeks stoking the fires deep in her skin.

Spank! Crack! Pop! Swat!

Samantha was bound speechless as she tried to absorb the unmanageable burn in her frying fanny. The misbehaving amateur sleuth pouted sticking out her lower lip, thinking to herself, why is she in such a snit? Chief Connor was such an old fart.