Paying the fine… again

An image showing a police officer on a motorcycle.

I posted this story for the first time in May 2011, and thought it was about time I update it. Back then, Paying the fine, was a “harsher” story, but having learned a lot over the past years, I have changed the story a bit. I wanted to keep some of the non-consensual nature, as otherwise much of the essence of the story would’ve been gone.

Fun fact: the first time this was posted, it was was presented as a fantasy of mine (it still is) and the name of the main characters was Rebel! It was a fantasy after all!

Read on, and enjoy!


Content warning: Non-consensual sex… sort of.


Early evening. Dusk had just set in. Damn! She’d been putting in overtime on this late summer’s day and she thought it would be a smooth drive home. Probably the hold up was because of an accident up ahead. Or roadworks. Damn! she thought again, I’m tired and want to get home.

Moving forward inch by inch and bored with the situation, she thought about her best friend. Clara grabbed her cell phone and sent her friend a text. She almost immediately got a reply: I’ve just read your blog and I have to say, I love today’s post… Mmmmm.

Clara texted back: Did my story make you horny? Her friend immediately confirmed it did! Clara typed: mmmmmm I’m horny too. Dunno whether it’s because you’re horny, or because of the warm weather and my short skirt.

She was just about to hit the ‘send’ button when she heard a tap on the car window on the passengers side. Oh no! Oh no! This is bad! First the traffic, now this! The police officer on his motorcycle motioned for her to roll her window down. Clara did.
“Please follow me, ma’am,” he said.
She nodded and saw him first looking at the cell phone on the passenger’s seat and then his eyes flashed to the hem of her short skirt.

Clara followed him on the emergency lane, passing the other cars in the traffic jam. She was so tense, she couldn’t even appreciate at least getting out of the traffic jam. The officer drove to a big parking area behind a gas station. She parked her car in one of the parking lots. In her rear view mirror Clara saw the lights of the cars on the highway. They shone through the bushes partially shielding the parking area from the road. In the twilight she watched as the officer got off his motorcycle. When he approached her car, she grabbed her bag to get her driver’s license.

Again the traffic cop tapped on the window on the passenger side of the car. Clara rolled the window down again.
“Please open the door ma’am,” he requested.
Clara rolled the window back up and unlocked the door. The man got into the car and in the process of sitting down he picked up her cell phone. She couldn’t see his face, because his helmet was still on his head.
“May I see your driver’s license, please,” he asked, and switched on her cell phone. The unsent text message immediately appeared on the screen.
Clara tried not to blush and to keep her calm as she handed her driver’s license to the law enforcer. He didn’t even look at it.

“Please get out of the car, ma’am,” he politely asked, and opened the passenger door.
Clara got out of the car and closed the door. She walked around to the other side of the car where the traffic officer was looking at her cell phone again. Embarrassment flooded through her. All she wanted to do was to get this over with — show him her driver’s license, get the fine she knew she would get and go home. Once again, she held her driver’s license out towards him.

“mmmmmm I’m horny too. Dunno whether it’s because you’re horny, or because of the warm weather and my short skirt,” the man read her text message out loud.

Clara’s cheeks turned bright red. The traffic cop looked at her, starting at her feet and following the line of her legs up to the hem of her skirt, which was halfway between her knees and her crotch. Then he looked at her face, down to her breasts, back to the hem of her skirt and then back to the cell phone.
“Were you typing this while driving, ma’am?” he asked, holding up the cell phone and now looking at her.
Clara nodded.
“And you know that it’s prohibited by law to use your phone during driving?”
Clara nodded again.
The officer pulled his notebook from his back pocket.
“You know you will have to be punished for that, right?”

Clara nodded and sighed. Thankfully, this ordeal was almost over. He would give her the fine and then she could go home.
“Please write your name over here, ma’am,” the officer asked as he put the notebook on the bonnet of her car.
Clara stepped towards him, took the pen he held out to her, and turned towards the notebook. Before she could lean forward to write her name, he grabbed her arms from behind and held tight. Then she heard some metallic clicks, and she realized he had cuffed her hands behind her back. For texting while driving? This was ridiculous!

Clara wanted to turn around to protest, but he trapped her body between his and the car.
“We can fix your fine right here, ma’am, you know, take care of your punishment” he hoarsely whispered.
“But…” Clara started to protest.
“We can also take care of those horny feelings, ma’am,” he continued.
Clara hesitated when he cunt twitched. Her body was betraying her.

The uniformed man took her hesitation as approval. He pushed Clara’s upper body down on the bonnet of her car, his hand resting firmly between her shoulders, holding her down. Roughly he lifted the hem of her skirt, and squeezed her bottom with his free hand.

“Do you like that?” he asked.
She nodded, then realized he could probably not see it.
“Yes,” she hissed. He ran a finger over and under the thin line of G-string, and yanked it down. Clara heard the zipper of his pants. She sensed his fumbling behind her and then something warm and hard pressed against her buttocks.

“Spread your legs,” he commanded.
These words brought Clara back to reality, almost like it snapped her out of a trance-like state.
“No. No, please. I will pay the fine,” she said and tried to turn around.
His hand pressed down harder on her back.

“Ma’am,” he politely said, “I asked you to spread your legs.”
Clara squirmed and writhed, but he firmly held her down. Suddenly her right leg moved to the right. The traffic officer had swiftly kicked her right foot and with his leg he prevented her to put her legs together again. In one smooth movement his hard cock entered Clara’s wet pussy.
“This. Is. The. Way. You. Will. Pay. Your. Fine.”

With each thrust he spoke. Clara protested. Sort of. She protested only because she thought she had to. Because it was expected of her. Because that was what a lady would do. But deep down she just wanted to enjoy this. She was horny and she wanted to be fucked. She squirmed once more, and at the same time pushed back against his cock. All rational thought had left her. Horny feelings now controlled her movements.

She started to meet his thrusts. The man noticed this. The hand on her back disappeared. He hooked Clara’s right leg over his arm, opening her up for him. Clara moaned and softly whispered: “Fuck me, god, please fuck me.”

He let go of her leg, and continued to push deep into her while reaching for her breasts and pinching her nipples. It hurt, but this only excited Clara more. As did the slaps he delivered to her bottom. She moaned. He fucked her harder, until she climaxed, and he followed.

Ten minutes later Clara drove onto the highway again. The traffic jam was gone and fifteen minutes later she was home. She didn’t have a fine, but she did have a dripping pussy…

© Rebel’s Notes
Image from Pixabay


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7 thoughts on “Paying the fine… again

  1. When I was a young lad, I was dating this girl while in college. When I graduated from the academy, she shared a fantasy she had about a cop doing that to her but with his night stick. It never happened. I told her she would hurt herself if she tried it. But I always wondered if my night stick found its way into her once or twice without me knowing it.

    1. Now there is a nice fantasy to have, that your stick did find its way into her, and I mean your night stick of course 😉

    1. I have edited the original, so it’s not available anymore. I only changed the part where it looked like rape, and not like she was enjoying herself too.

  2. I think that could happen and probably has, and more often than many people might think. Call it consensual rape?

    1. Oh I do believe things like this happen, and also where the initiative comes from the woman. As long as both are into it, and both enjoy it, I think it’s okay.

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