Chapter 1

"Mrs Stevens? I wonder if I could have a few moments of your time?"

Carol looked up at the elderly gentleman in the dark suit at her office door.

"Yes of course, please come in, sit down. How can I help you?"

The man took a chair on the other side of her desk, smiled, and opened a brief case. He took out a file, and laid it on her desk. Carol could see her name written in large letters on the file! He smiled at her, then flipped the cover of the file open, crossed his legs, cleared his throat, and sat back in his chair. "My name is James Maxwell, I work for the Road Traffic Authority. It's my job to investigate disputed traffic fines. You recently submitted a statutory declaration stating that a Mister Gordon Green was driving your car when it went through a red light?"

Carol gasped, and felt an unwanted flush forming on her cheeks. She told herself to relax and look confident, and smiled at the man.

"Yes," she croaked, and cursed herself for sounding so stressed!

"Let me explain why I am here. It is my job to investigate these cases, and report to the relevant authorities as to whether the claim seems correct. Unfortunately there are some small doubts in my mind about your claim. You are, I trust, aware of the penalties for submitting a false Stat Dec?"

Carol nodded nervously, actually she didn't know what the normal penalty was, but she had heard just a few days ago of a judge who had some time ago done as she had done and invented another driver, and somehow he had been exposed, and he had gone to jail! She tried to control her breathing, wondering if there was any way this man could have found out that Gordon Green was just a name she had found on the internet! He wrote a blog, and had a series of posts about a holiday his family had spent quite near where Carol lived, and straddling the time Carol had driven through that red light. Looking him up in the telephone directory she had found his address and changed the street number, so any letters sent to him would not find him. It had seemed such a simple way of avoiding the fine! Now she was having doubts.

"You had the man's address wrong, Mrs Stevens, but it wasn't hard to find the correct street number. I take it this is the Mr Green you were referring to in your stat dec? If I tell you that I have been in contact with Mr Green and he denies knowing anything about you, what would you say?"

"Oh god," Carol whispered.

"Not a very constructive response, Mrs Stevens. I was hoping you could perhaps explain the disparity? Or perhaps point me to another Mr Green in the same street?" He pulled a piece of paper from the folder, and pretended to read it for a few minutes while Carol felt her face going red. At last he looked up at her and said "No? I feared that might be the case. You made this up, didn't you, Mrs Stevens? I have to tell you that Mr Green is rather cross with you, he doesn't like it that you have told lies about him and tried to blame him for something he didn't do."

"Oh Christ," Carol moaned, wondering how she could have been so stupid.

Mr Maxwell sat looking at her for a minute, saying nothing, as her face turned red with shame. Finally he lent forward, looking stern. "You've been a bad girl, haven't you, Mrs Stevens?" She gulped, gave a slight nod. "You know you could go to prison for this?" She gulped again, nodded slowly. "If I report it, of course."

He sat back, and Carol now felt her body go cold. She already could guess where this might be leading. "What do you mean?"

"Well, I haven't yet submitted the report on my investigations. I thought I would talk to you first, find out what you wanted to do about it. Is there anything you would like to say, or do, before I go back to my department and tell my superiors what I suspect about your declaration?"

Carol realized he was offering her a way out, if she chose to take it. Did he want money? No, it wasn't money he wanted. His eyes had dropped and he was now quite blatantly looking at her breasts. She sat very still looking at him, but he didn't lift his eyes, so she brought one hand up and slowly undid the top button of her blouse.

James looked up, smiled, nodded, said "go on, Mrs Stevens", and lowered his gaze to her breasts again. Carol undid another button. She shivered, wondering how she could make sure nobody came to her office door and just walked in without knocking!

"An encouraging response, Mrs Stevens, maybe we can find a solution to this problem. Please continue." Carol knew she couldn't screw him in her office, just impossible, with her secretary just outside the door. But she knew she had to give him what he wanted.

"Look, um Mr Maxwell, ah I um think maybe we could perhaps meet somewhere else to um discuss this further?"

"Your place or mine?"

"I'm married. Perhaps a hotel?"

"No hotel. Your place or mine?"

"Okay your place. When?"

"This afternoon. I am quite keen to resolve this. But first take off your panties."

Carol stood, rucked up her skirt, thumbed the waistband of her knickers, and pushed them down, then sat down and lifted each foot in turn to take them off. She put them on the desk. James took a felt tip pen from his briefcase. "Write," he said.

Carol took the pen and smoothed out the panties, then looked up at him for instructions.

He dictated to her. "I lied about Mr Green. I was driving." She wrote the words, and then went to cap the pen. "Sign it". She obeyed, then sat back, flushing scarlet. Mr Maxwell scribbled an address on a piece of paper, slid it across her desk. "One hour from now." He collected his papers, put them and the panties and the pen in his briefcase, and stood up. "Don't be late, and don't tell anyone where you are going."

Carol sat in stunned dismay for some time after the man left. Then, knowing she had no option, she told her secretary that she had a headache and was going home and left the building.

An hour later, James opened his front door and found a very embarrassed woman standing nervously on his doorstep. He invited Carol to step inside and led her through his living room to a study, where this time he sat behind a large desk and she stood facing him. He did not invite her to sit, but told her to undo her blouse. Her hands were shaking as she obeyed, at first just a couple of buttons but when he wanted more she undid it all the way and pulled it open so he could see her bra.

"Very pretty. I take it you are expecting to let me have a quick fuck in return for me tearing up my report?"

Carol flushed, that was exactly what she was expecting. She nodded, reluctantly but blatantly committing herself to having sex with this man.

"I told you that you could go to jail for perjuring yourself with this false declaration. Do you know what happens to women like you in jail? Pretty women like you? Society women?" He looked at her, one eyebrow raised, inviting her response. She was too embarrassed to tell him what she was imagining, so she shook her head. "Well then let me tell you. Other women, big women, cruel women, let me say lower class women, will expect you to give them favours, Mrs Stevens, including sexual favours, in exchange for not beating you up, or worse. Have you ever had sex with another woman, Mrs Stevens?"

Again she shook her head but he insisted this time that she answer. "No, I haven't."

"Do you like the idea? Of being available to them whenever they feel a bit randy?"

"No, Mr Maxwell, I hate the idea."

"Please, as we are going to become friends, you can call me James. May I call you Carol?"

She gulped and nodded. "Yes, of course, um James."

"And of course there would be a court case, publicity, I don't know how your firm would respond but I rather fear that you would lose your job. I'm not sure how your husband would respond."

"Please, um James, um I would like to avoid all that."

"I am sure you would, Carol. Well then perhaps you can see that it's just not appropriate for me to give you a quick poke and forget all about what you have done. I am afraid, Carol, that you need to be punished. Extensively and over some significant period. The only thing I offer you is that I will keep it entirely confidential, and that I will be nicer to you than those women would. Is that what you would prefer? To be punished by me, and have nobody know anything about it. Including your husband, unless you choose to tell him?"

"Yes. Thank you."

"Very well. Let's discuss details. I am required to submit my report on claims like yours within three months, which just happens to match the likely prison sentence you would receive for perjury. So I suggest we set that as the duration for your punishment."

Carol looked at the man aghast. "Three months? Oh my god!"

"Better to spend the time a free person, rather than in jail, surely?" Carol nodded reluctant agreement. "If three months from today you have satisfied me in all the ways that I require, and you have taken all the various punishments that I will administer, and obeyed me in all the things that I demand of you, then I will deem your penalty to have been paid, and will report that the claim appears to be valid. I can absolutely assure you that you will hear nothing more about the unfortunate episode."

Carol nodded and mumbled a reluctant thank you.

"We will meet here, several times a week. We can arrange your visits to avoid your husband being suspicious. You might prefer to visit me during your lunch breaks, if evenings might be difficult. Your spankings will be given early in the day and won't be visible by the time you undress at night."

Carol cringed. "More spankings?"

"Oh yes, Carol, often. And I don't just mean hand spankings, I will be using paddles and straps and canes as well. But I am sure we can avoid your husband noticing."

Carol stood watching him, thinking she would faint. "Paddle? CANE? Oh god!"

"When I intend to strap or paddle you, I will tell you beforehand and you can come here early in the day so the marks will be mostly faded by the time you go home in the evening. We can arrange canings at times when your husband is away, I am sure."

Carol moaned and shook her head, trying to convince herself this was just a horrible bad dream.

"Having second thoughts, Carol? Just remember the alternative, which is that your husband and your friends, and the people at work, would all know about what you did, reading about it in the newspapers, hearing about the sentence, perhaps visiting you in prison to find out how you are being treated. Women can be so catty in that sort of situation, can't they?"

Carol groaned, imagining how Janet and other friends of hers would relish the situation. Catty was hardly the way to describe how Janet gloated over any mistakes other women in their social group made. "The court case might drag on for weeks, months even. Of course you would be out on bail, but I suspect the newspapers would publish all the details, considering your senior position in your firm."