You’ve all heard of the program for juvenile delinquents called “Scared Straight”, where a group of troubled kids are brought into a prison and screamed at, berated, and terrified in an attempt to scare them into straightening up. Well, the following is a story along similar – but a lot sexier and more erotic – lines!

Adriana, a 17-year old high school student, had been out partying at her friend Tina’s house to celebrate the end of Finals Week and, as was often the case with these school blowouts, someone had brought in some alcohol. While she wasn’t incapacitated, she shouldn’t have been behind the wheel either. Her friend Amy had offered to drive her home, but Adriana had refused, knowing she’d need her car for work the next day.

When she first saw the police cruiser behind her, Adriana knew she was in trouble. She had unwisely tried to avoid getting pulled over by making a break for it, and at first it looked as though she had succeeded. First, she took a sudden sharp right through the alley at close to 50 miles-an-hour, followed by another sharp left onto Fifth Avenue and then another quick left onto Adams Street and then around the corner and into her driveway sight unseen. Or so she thought. Imagine her shock and dismay when a minute later a police cruiser pulled into her driveway, as if they somehow knew who she was and where she lived. And that proved to be exactly the case, as the officer who got out was me, Robert Parks. Adriana moaned aloud when she realized what had happened.

“Please step out of the car, Miss Hernandez,” I said as I walked up to the driver’s side. “And I’ll need to see your license and registration.”

“Oh, come on, Robert, give me a break!” Adriana said, climbing out of the bright yellow convertible sports car. “What have I done this time?”

“It’s ‘Officer Parks,’ young lady,” I replied. “And you know very well what you’ve done. I’ve got speeding, reckless driving, eluding a police officer, running a couple red lights, and I hope that isn’t alcohol I smell – you are not old enough to drink!”

Adriana moaned. Seconds later, she was handcuffed and sitting in the back seat of my police cruiser.

“I’ve got you, Adriana. Dead to rights. This is an airtight case. It’s all on the dash-cam.”

Adriana Hernandez and I had met a few times – and not all of them were friendly, social calls. While we were on fairly good terms personally, I’d had to see her in a more professional nature more than once.

Adriana and her mother lived just down the street from me and I had invited them to a few barbeques over the years. Adriana’s father had been killed in a car accident a few years back and Adriana’s mom did the best job she could in raising her.

However, Adriana was sort of a wild child, she liked to live fast and play hard. So she had been a handful for her poor mother once she reached her teens. I sympathized with Mrs. Hernandez and so I tried to be a help to her with Adriana, giving her a male figure she could talk to if she needed and someone to look out for her when I could.

Adriana was your typical high school girl, with shoulder-length straight black hair, and a hot, tight, hard body that she enjoyed exhibiting in public with micro-mini-skirts and ultra-revealing tops. Her choice of dress may have all the boys chasing after her, but it appalled her mom.

However, she had all but given up trying to stop her from wearing them. Adriana liked being a tease and her dress, and behavior only added to her appeal. Adriana was certainly built for fun. At 5’5” tall and an eye-catching 32-24-34, she definitely had the tools needed for getting what she wanted from the boys!

I had met Adriana and subsequently her mother, when I first came to the police force in La Presa. I had moved from San Antonio, a much bigger city, because I wanted something quieter. I’d had my fill of “big city” crime and was looking for a quieter, smaller town where I could actually get to know the people there and build a rapport with them.

The first time I saw Adriana was when I received a report of a disturbance and came to the scene to discover it was a pool party the girl and her friends had held one summer day. I met with and calmed the neighbor lady who placed the call, then went to talk to the kids.

I got them to turn the volume down on the party, but I knew I would be back there before the night was over (and I was right). I also went to speak to Adriana’s mother about both the noise and the trash that had found its way over the fence and into the neighbor lady’s backyard.

Adriana’s mother ordered her daughter to pick up the trash and to apologize and the whole incident was closed, but the relationship between Adriana and I had started off on the wrong foot.

Another time Adriana’s mother had asked me to help get her daughter out of a speeding ticket. I did, but I also suggested that Adriana’s mother rein in her wild daughter, mentioning in particular the girl’s drinking habits and especially her trashy wardrobe. That was when I found out just how much of a handful Adriana had been for her mother.

Mrs. Hernandez and I sat down and discussed her at length, and tried to come up with some ideas on how we could harness her young energy and redirect it in a more positive way. Mrs. Hernandez was trying to make ends meet as a cleaning lady, and she worked hard to provide her daughter with a decent life.

Being Hispanic, Mrs. Hernandez didn’t get many breaks, so I wanted to help out if I could. I started becoming an ad hoc male influence for Adriana. Of course the very idea that her mom and I were “ganging up on her” to ruin her good times especially infuriated Adriana, and she’d made a point afterward to purchase the skimpiest clothing and wear it while trying to act even more like a little slut and a cocktease. But little did Adriana realize the sight of her barely-covered body failed to distress me; in fact, just the opposite. I was impressed at what a fetching beauty the young girl was.

Now I had Adriana handcuffed in the back seat of my police cruiser as I sat in the driver’s seat filling out a report. The list of charges I had on her was impressive. A conviction would put the girl in jail for a week with over a thousand dollars in fines. Money I knew her mother couldn’t afford. And if the downcast look on her face in my rear view mirror was any indication, Adriana was aware of this, too. Paying the normal bills was hard enough on Mrs. Hernandez, and this would only add to her burden.

“So where did you get the car, Adriana?” I asked her.

“It’s a friends car. They let me borrow it, since Mom has our car.

“Is your mom home now, Adriana? Do you want me to knock on the door and get her out here?”

The misery on the younger girl’s face was obvious as she replied. “No, she had to go visit my grandma. She is sick and Mom wanted to see her. She won’t be back until next Friday.”

“And she left you here for the week alone? You?”

“Sure, why not? I AM an adult you know. Besides, my friend Becky and I were going to drive to Huntington Beach this weekend,” she said, in a bit of a huff.

“Well, I think you’ll have a little change of plans now,” I told her matter-of-factly. “You’re going to need to find a good lawyer.”

“Oh, come on, Officer Parks,” the girl pleaded. “Don’t do this to me! Can’t you give me a break? Just this one time! Please?” her eyes started to well up with tears as she spoke.

“Give you a break? Listen here, young lady, these charges are very serious!” I said rather angrily, as I stared hard at the girl. “You could have gotten yourself or somebody else killed driving like that! You know how I feel about drunk driving, and that’s just the start of your antics tonight!

What you did was criminally negligent! You deserve a fine and jail time. No doubt your poor mother will be stuck paying your fine, but a long overdue night or two in jail might be just the thing for you! You’re a spoiled little brat!”

It was then that Adriana broke down completely, sobbing into her hands. I couldn’t help but feel a little sorry for the girl. At the same time I also noticed how beautiful and vulnerable Adriana looked. I reached over to brush the girl’s hair out of her face, caressing it gently as I did.

I really wanted to do something to help her. I was the closest thing to a father the girl had and I didn’t take that responsibility lightly, even when I was in uniform.

Adriana looked at me imploringly. “Please don’t take me to jail, Robert, I mean Officer Parks. I’m terrified of being in jail and what might happen to me in there.”

I met the girl’s terrified gaze with my own. Yes, I knew exactly what would happen to a pretty little thing like her. The County jail isn’t a good place for anyone, what with the hookers, drug addicts, child abusers, and other hard cases. And they would just love to get hold of something young and tender like Adriana! I ran my hand lightly down the girl’s tear-damped face.

“No, on second thought, I don’t think I’ll take you to jail,” I said, “But I can’t let this slide, either. You need to be punished, young lady. The question is how?”

Adriana perked up as I spoke. “Yes, you can punish me!” she said quickly, “That’s a great idea! I’ll do whatever you want me to, Robert! I’ll clean your house, I’ll work in your garden, I’ll...”

I gently touched the girl’s lips with my fingers to silence her. “Shh ... no, Adriana, I’ve got another idea. Yes, you will work for me, but not the way you’re thinking.”

I smiled down at the girl mischievously and licked my lips before continuing. “Here’s the deal, take it or leave it. You know what I could charge you with, right? It’s pretty serious. Well, I’ll let you go free if, and only if, you agree to become my slave for the week your mother is gone!”

“Your slave? And you promise you’ll let me go free? OK, I’ll do it,” gushed Adriana with a look of relief. “Thank you, Officer Parks! Thank you so much!”

“Hold on a minute, Adriana,” I said, “When I say you have to be my slave I’m not just talking about working for me. Have you ever thought what being a slavegirl might entail?” Adriana stared at me confused. I smiled and continued explaining,

“Slavegirls in ancient times were used in a variety of ways, such as satisfying the desires of their master. All sorts of desires. Do you understand what I’m saying?” I gently touched the girl’s bare thigh with my fingers, then slowly began running a hand up the girl’s slender leg.

“What are you doing?” Adriana began to exclaim. “Stop it!”

I quickly snatched the girl up by the hair and pulled her head back, “If you’d rather spend the night in jail with convicts and sex abusers, then let’s go there right now! They’d love to have a pretty little thing like you to play with for the next few days. So it’s your choice: who is it going to be, them or me?”

Then I grabbed the girl’s chin. “And if you go to jail, then don’t forget you’ll also have a hefty fine, a lost driver’s license, and a police record that will stay with you the rest of your life. So what’s your decision? Are you going to be my slavegirl or not?”

Adriana stared back at me in shock, then gulped and asked quietly in a timid voice, “W-what exactly would I have to do?”

I smiled and caressed the young Hispanic girl’s face, then slowly ran a finger down her neck and onto her chest. “You dress and act like a little cocktease, wiggling that tight little ass and taking pleasure in keeping all the boys panting after you. Even with me, you think that you can smile and flirt and get away with whatever you want.

“Well it’s time you learn that such behavior can come back on you. You are going to do whatever I say, and I am going to do anything I want to with your lovely body,” I said in a husky voice. “This luscious body ... I like the way it looks in those tight, skimpy clothes of yours. I want to see if you know how to use what you have been showing off.”

“You wouldn’t hurt me, would you?” she asked, cautiously.

“Well, if you mean permanently injure you, certainly not. But do I fully intend to spank that gorgeous ass of yours,” I said leering at the young girl. “So what do you say? Do we have an agreement?”

“You are a policeman ... I mean, isn’t this illegal?” she said. She didn’t need to remind me.

I looked deep into her eyes. “Look, Adriana, I could bust you right here, right now. I’ve got all the evidence I need to haul your ass in right now and make it stick. I probably should have already done it, but instead I’m trying to help you and give you a break. Yes I am taking a huge chance here, but I want to help you and your mom and try to straighten you out. My shift ends in a half-hour. I’m going to unlock the handcuffs you’re wearing and then I’m giving you the key to my front door. After that, I’m driving back to the station to sign out for the weekend. I’ll be back here in exactly forty-five minutes. Either you’ll be long gone by then, which means I’m filing an all-points bulletin out on you for your arrest ... or, you’ll be in my house, bathed, totally nude, and wearing these handcuffs as my willing, submissive slavegirl. It’s your decision.”

With that, I pulled Adriana up and out of my patrol car, opened the handcuffs, got back in my car and drove away. Adriana stared at the patrol car as it made its way down the street. She was pretty shaken up by what had just happened, and shocked at the proposal I had just made to her. I was suggesting trying to turn her into my personal sexual plaything. It was outrageous. But at least she’d be free ... no, it was just too bizarre. And yet at the same time, deep down, I think the idea also kind of excited her.

I pulled into the station and checked out without incident. As I returned home, I tried to tell myself that Adriana was probably miles away by now, racing for the state line. Or maybe she was talking to a lawyer or another cop about what had happened. I was taking a big chance with this crazy idea and it could very well mean my career – or worse. I passed by her house and noticed that Adriana’s car was exactly where she had left it. So far, so good. I pulled into my driveway, opened my front door, and a smile slowly crossed my face.

There, sitting on the sofa, totally nude and with her arms handcuffed behind her back, was my pretty neighbor, Adriana Hernandez.

“Welcome home, Robert,” the girl said.

The girl stood up. I saw that her lithe body was trembling. Her C-cup breasts looked pert and soft and wonderfully well-rounded. My eyes devoured the young Mexican girl, surveying her up and down as she stood there biting her lower lip coyly.

“Turn around, my pretty slave,” I said, “and let me see your pretty ass.”

Adriana did as she was commanded, bending over slightly so that I could get a good view of her gorgeous derriere. I unlocked her handcuffs at that point so she could move her hands out of the way.

“God, you’re beautiful,” I whispered.

I stepped up behind the young girl and softly stroked her rounded ass, enjoying the silky smooth skin and sinking my fingers into her soft flesh. Adriana seemed to like the way my hands felt because she began wriggling that delightful ass in time with my strokes. My hand seemed to automatically be drawn to the crack between her cheeks and I softly brushed over her young tender pussy.

Adriana gasped in surprise, and bent over further to give me better access to those lovely round globes of curvy flesh and the treasure between them. I stroked her a few more times, hearing her softly moan her response. Then I stood her back up, and turned the young girl around to face me.

“I’m glad you’ve agreed to become my slave, Adriana,” I told her. “I’ve wanted you for quite some time. I have watched you in your skimpy little outfits and wondered what it would be like to have you here like this. And now you’re all mine!” I then leaned down and kissed the girl passionately all the while exploring her body with my hands.

“Let’s not put this off any longer,” I told the girl, breaking away from our long, lingering kiss. “I promised you a spanking and I intend to keep that promise. Now upstairs in the bathroom in the top drawer of the vanity, you will find a large hairbrush. Go get it and bring it to me. Be quick about it, we have lots to do this evening.”

She looked at me with a blank stare like a cow looking at a passing train. I don’t think she fully grasped what I was telling her to do. “Go get the hairbrush now!” I repeated, more forcefully this time. My command shook her from her daze and she slowly went upstairs to follow my orders. While she was gone, I went into the kitchen and got the black plastic spatula I use when I make pancakes. It is made of reinforced nylon and it is nice and wide with holes in it for airflow.

Adriana returned a couple minutes later, still walking slow. I don’t think she was so confident of her decision at this point. She came into the living room where I was sitting in a chair I had brought in from the dining room and stood in front of me. “Is this the hairbrush you meant?” she asked, quietly handing me the hairbrush.

“Yes that’s the one. I like the nice wide flat back on it ... it’s just the thing to use on a naughty slut’s tender ass, don’t you think?” I asked her.

“Please ... please, Robert...” she said, taking a step back.

“Now you knew this was coming. I can’t allow your actions today to go unpunished. If I let you off this time, what would you try to get away with next time?” I asked. “No, it is time you understand disobeying rules and laws has consequences. Now come here, young lady and let’s get going.”

Adriana stood where she was. “Please ... I don’t want a spanking” she said, “I’ll be good, I promise!”

“I know you don’t want a spanking. But you need one. Now be a good girl and come here.”

She reluctantly went over to my right side, shuffling her feet, looking at the hairbrush and the spatula both laying on the table next to my chair.

I grabbed her upper arm and pulled her over lap, pinning her legs with my right leg. I wrapped my left arm around her, tucking my hand under her right hip, holding her firmly on my lap. “You have needed a good spanking for a long time, now,” I told her, as I caressed the curve of her buttocks. “Your mom hasn’t been able to do it, so I guess the job falls to me now.”

As I started to scold her, she interrupted me. “If you’re going to give me a spanking no matter what I say, why do I have to listen you lecture me first? Robert, just get it over with, without giving me a lecture.”

“You really do need a good hard spanking” I told her, continuing my caresses. “You get ‘the talk’ so that you can think about how naughty you’ve been while you’re getting your bottom warmed.”

I continued to scold her. When I finished, I picked up the hairbrush and gently patted her full round bottom with it, letting her feel the hard wooden surface. “Now are you ready to take your spanking?”

“Yeah, whatever, Robert. Just do it and get it over with.”

I raised the hairbrush and brought it down hard across her full round bottom.

“Owwitch!”

I gave her another stroke.

“Owitch! Oh, that hurts!”

“Spankings are supposed to hurt ... that’s what makes them effective!”

I continued using the hairbrush on her sexy plum butt. “I thought that you wanted me to get on with the spanking,” I said as I brought the hairbrush down across the lower part of her full round bottom, just above her thighs.

“Ow! It hurts! Ow! I don’t want a spanking!”

I gave her another smack with the hairbrush. “I know that you don’t want a spanking. That’s why spankings are used to punish naughty girls. If I gave you something you wanted, I would be rewarding you instead of punishing you.”

I continued to spank her, the smacks of the hairbrush echoed Adriana pitiful wailing. Her bottom was starting to blush red under the hairbrush and she squirmed after a hard stroke on her lower bottom.

“Be a good girl and lie still. If you continue squirm and kick I’m going to spank you on your thighs”, I told her as I brought the brush down across the tops of her thighs.

“Ow, Ow! Robert, I’ll be a good girl”, she protested as I paddled her full round bottom harder. “I’m sorry I was naughty. Ow! I’ve learned my lesson. Ow! Really. I’ll be good. Ow! I promise.”

I ignored Adriana’s pleas. I knew I had to really teach her a lesson. This wasn’t just bratty behavior, she had really messed up and I had to make sure she remembered this spanking. She had broken the law and endangered herself and others.

I was spanking her to get her to understand the gravity of her actions as much as for a prelude to sex. In order to get her to understand this, I had no choice but to continue spanking her on her ripe, round, voluptuous posterior and her upper thighs. I did not stop until her full round bottom and upper thighs were crimson.

When I was satisfied her ass would remember this (if not her mind), I helped her to stand up. I looked at her sobbing, tear-streaked face.

“Now I want you to lie over the back of the sofa. And no rubbing your ass.”

“I’ve had my spanking” she sniffled. “It hurt a lot and I promised to be a good girl. How come I have to lie over the sofa?” she whined.