The Speeding Ticket

For the first time in a LONG time, I was headed out for a day of pure fun.  I was meeting a friend at the mall for some shopping and girl time…and the weather was absolutely gorgeous.  It had been a long time since I have focused on anything other than Daddy.  So, there I was…in my hot little sports car (which happens to be red), on my merry way, not focused on anything other than the sheer beauty of the day and my blaring music… when the California Highway Patrol got me with his radar.  Ugh. 

I glanced down at my speed and IMMEDIATELY applied the brakes.  But it was too late.  I pulled over into the middle lane (I was in the fast lane), and when he got behind me, I pulled into the slow lane, knowing what was coming.  Those red and blue lights started flashing.  I pulled over on the side of the highway, as far to the right as I could.

I’ll admit that my heart started pounding a bit.  I have only been pulled over a handful of times in my life.  Generally, I am a very cautious driver and I am being honest when I say that I rarely speed.  But… I was feeling happy and carefree…and I totally got busted for it!  I watched him get out of his car and make his way down the right side of my vehicle.  I rolled my window down before he got there.

What struck me first was his beard.  CHP used to have a rule about facial hair but perhaps they have done away with that. I digress.  He was very firm with me and told me why he pulled me over.  I felt immediately submissive to his Alpha demeanor and kept repeating “I’m sorry, Sir”.  He took my license, insurance info, and registration.  He was gone with those items long enough that I knew he was writing me a ticket.  My stomach was in knots, starting to think about how Daddy and Sir would react to this misbehavior.

When he returned with my speeding ticket, he informed me that he listed my speed as less than what I was actually traveling.  He let me know that this would keep me out of any real trouble.  I felt grateful to him for that, as I well knew that I had been traveling 20 miles over the posted speed limit.  I was very apologetic and thanked him for being kind to me.  I actually teared up a bit and he was very calming and reassuring.  He instructed me on how to safely re-enter the highway and sent me on my way. 

I obeyed his instructions and picked up speed on the side of the highway prior to re-entering traffic.  My tummy was full of butterflies and I felt a little shaky, so I got off on the next exit and fueled up my car so that I could be in the fresh air and calm myself down.  As I was finishing up, he was pulling over some other reckless driver, and he pulled in behind her at the gas station.  I waved at him and flashed him a sheepish smile.  He waved back. 

Overall, I suppose I was very lucky.  He was a kind police officer, and I was driving way too fast.  I honestly did not mean to drive that fast, but I guess that is part of the problem… I wasn’t paying enough attention.

I texted Daddy from the gas station and told him what happened and informed him that I needed to sell my red sports car…it got me into way too much trouble (as if it were the car’s fault!).  He let me know that it probably wasn’t the car’s fault.  But he wasn’t too mad as I am eligible for traffic school.  And later, when I got to the mall, I sent Sir an email, communicating what happened…and being honest with him as to how fast I was actually driving.

Sir’s response was not as forgiving.  He informed me that I was to put this incident on my Outstanding Infraction’s list (that I send to him each Monday) and that we would be discussing this at length.  Gulps.

This morning, I got the first bit of that lecture from him.  As he is traveling for work, and Daddy was asleep in our bedroom (and I try to keep things quiet when Daddy is sleeping), Sir did not discipline me (yet).  But his lecture created a lot of butterflies in my tummy and elicited a great amount of regret on my part.  Sir lectured me on how essential I am to him and to everyone in my life, and how that sort of reckless behavior threatens my safety.  He was NOT pleased with me, which made me feel just awful.  I teared up as he lectured me, and I sat very still and quiet, only speaking when he asked me a question.  I was VERY much aware of just how badly I had misbehaved, and I genuinely feel remorse about this. 

When the time is right, Sir will discipline me soundly for endangering my own life in this way.  And I will have earned it. 

But I still think it might be time to sell this car!  Red sports cars are TROUBLE. And thank goodness that cops don’t have the authority to take a misbehaving girl out of her car and spank her on the spot for speeding (okay, that is a seriously HOTTTT fantasy of mine). The idea of being the girl in this picture is such a turn on though I know the reality would be painful.

XOXO,

nora