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speeding.
    “Don’t say it!” she warned, backing away from him in a very natural instinct at self preservation .
    “Don’t say what?” he asked, his voice ultra quiet.
    The quieter he was, the more nervous she got.  “Don’t say that I should have just paid the fine when I got it because I was still breaking the law and no one else’s speed mattered but mine.”
    “Sounds like you’ve got the jist of it yourself, young lady.”
    It didn’t seem to matter where she swam, he was right there.  Not touching her, but not not touching her, either.
    Finally, she stood , only to realize that the water was only at her knees, and somehow she felt very bereft without its natural cover.  She’d never felt quite that exposed in a bikini, but his big, blatantly dominant presence in front of her made her feel nearly naked.
    When he stood, the water was only at his lower calf, and descending as he walked towards her ;  she didn’t like the look in his eyes one bit.
    “So how many do you have, Lovely?”  He stood in front of her, his hands on his hips, looking very authoritarian, like he’d stepped out of her last night’s wet dream.
    Ginger wanted to take a step back - several steps back - but she couldn’t, somehow.  It was all his fault, she knew.  She shook her head, her mouth clamped closed against any sort of accidental blurting of the incriminating facts not yet in evidence.
    “Well,” he said, taking another step closer, so that he was less than an arm’s length away, “It doesn’t really matter, anyway.  Because having any unpaid ticket is cause for discipline.”
    Ginger’s mouth went dry as her pulse went wild.  “D-discipline?”
    “Yes.  As in having your pants and panties taken down so that your boyfriend can spank your bottom.”
    “I don’t have a boyfriend,” she confessed before she could stop it.
    He smiled, and not in a good way.  “Well, then I believe we can solve two problems with one spanking, then, can’t we?”

 
    Chapter IV
    “No we can’t!”  Backpedaling in the water, on soft, wet sand, was not recommended for escape, and she would have ended up flat on her ass in the water if his hand hadn’t shot out to steady her.  But he didn’t just let her go.  His big hand remained clamped firmly around her upper arm; a hold which he used to guide her out of the water and onto the beach, where he hastily arranged their towels.
    He arranged her in a satisfactory position to deliver a good, thorough spanking with amazing speed, as far as Ginger was concerned.  She was still working on having been rescued from falling backwards into the water, and then suddenly she found herself over his lap, her face practically planted in the sand until he tucked another towel there for her to lay her cheek on.
    Not that she was going to take this lying down . . . metaphorically speaking.  She wiggled and twisted and arched her back and tried to get leverage with her knees and dig her toes into the sand to rise up and get the hell out of this horribly awkward position, but five really sharp, very hard swats had her reconsidering her position in a hurry.
    Not that anything she did seemed to help her cause in the least. One muscular arm tightened - just slightly - across her back, his fingers claiming her far hip much more possessively than she was prepared to deal with at this point, and she found she could barely move, much less effect an escape.
    Sean wasn’t going to really take her to task for her tickets - yet.  He didn’t know her well enough to do the thorough job he wanted to, and water carried sound a little too easily for his comfort level, but this spanking would let him test the waters, and if a relationship did evolve, he would readdress the tickets at another time.
    Sean began with what he knew were relatively mild smacks, to settle her down so that she would take her punishment more readily, but she twisted and squirmed - and expended not-inconsiderable lung power .  He