Punishment for Getting a Speeding Ticket

Personal Account by CPMan Told in Emails

In 2005 I got a speeding ticket. Not the first one, not the last one, but in this case I decided to tell my main topman about it and get punished for it. At the time, that was Jim Martin, whom I called Punishment Master Martin. (Prior to that I had never reported real-life infractions to a CP disciplinarian and gotten a licking for them. I got the idea from my friend Alan F, who got arrested in a police sting in a men's room in Virginia and reported it to Mike (Chuck) in Maclean, who punished him severely for it.) Here is my email to Punishment Master Martin about my speeding ticket:

 
 


From: Jaybo
To: Jim Martin
Subject: speeding ticket
Date: Sun, 4 Dec 2005 21:14:35 -0500

The boy got a speeding ticket today. 55 mph in a 35 mph zone. $70.

What's gonna happen to the boy when the Punishment Master gets hold of him?


 
 

Here is Punishment Master Martin's reply to my email

 
 


On Monday, Dec 5, 2005, at 13:40 US/Eastern, Jim Martin wrote:

Jaybo -

This is a serious offense. Twenty miles above the speed limit constitutes reckless driving. This cannot be tolerated but must be dealt with severely. The punishment must fit the crime and this is a serious one. Your punishment will begin at 9:30 am this Saturday to be administered by the Police Punishment Master. If the punishment is postponed, it will double.

Punishment Master Martin


 
 

The next day I was online at one of the CP story sites and found a hot story by a guy called Rick in Texas telling about getting a speeding ticket and getting a whipping for it. I copied the story and sent it to Punishment Master Martin in the email below.

 
 


From: Jaybo

Subject: Re: speeding ticket

Date: December 7, 2005 at 17:44:51 EST

To: "Jim Martin"

Sir - Thought you might enjoy this story I found on the web. Jaybo


From: "Texas Rick"
Date: Fri May 6, 2005 9:24 am
Subject: Speeding Ticket - True Story

Last night coming home, I knew I was in trouble as soon as I saw the flashing lights. And I don't mean in trouble with the cop who wrote the speeding ticket. My other half was in the car and informed me exactly what was going to happen when we got home (he'd warned me about this particular stretch of road being a speed trap). This announcement was made before the cop even got out of his car.

So between the anticipation of what I knew would be a serious paddling, and my uniform fetish (yes, the cop was cute), and the cop taking FOREVER to run my plates, write the ticket and give his lecture, and the glowering of my partner, I had worked myself into quite a state by the time we got to head home.

As soon as I entered the house, I felt a hand on the back of my neck steering me toward the bedroom. I was bent over the bed and told to stay there while he bitched, lectured and fetched the biggest strap he could find (an 30-inch heavy razor strop). My pants we unceremoniously lowered to my ankles exposing my jockstrap-clad ass.

No warm-ups! I got 55 good, hard whacks with the razor strop (that's how fast I was ticketed for driving). I was yelping and begging by 10 or so. I thought it was over but then Daddy got out his rubber strap. Uh-oh! He asked me what the speed limit was where I got my ticket. I remembered Officer Hottie informing me it was 35 mph. "35" I whimpered. You guessed it. My ass was already good and red and Daddy was tired of my begging and pleading. So my pants were removed entirely and I was told to take my jock off. My sweaty jock was stuffed into my mouth to keep me quiet and I was pushed back down onto the bed and given 35 licks with the wide rubber strap.

I'll never drive down that stretch of road again without thinking of that whipping. And I sure won't be going over 35.

I felt such a release of emotion at the end of the whipping. The stress of the entire event had vanished. I was clean from guilt and felt great.

Life is good...and my ass is sore :-)

Rick
 
 

I sent Rick an email describing my speeding ticket and what was about to happen because of it. Here is that email.

 
 


From: Jaybo
To: Texas Rick

God damn, Rick! I've got a big hard-on here reading your story.

I got a speeding ticket last Sunday. 55 in a 35 mph zone. My "dad" is going to bust my ass for it Saturday morning. Sure would like to compare notes with you.

Jaybo

[Enclosing pictures of my spanked ass from previous sessions]


 
 

Rick emailed me back:

 
 


Texas Rick wrote:

Hey Jaybo:

Thanks for the email. Now I'm the one with the hard-on (after looking at pics of your spanked ass). Sounds like your Dad is going to teach you a good lesson Saturday morning. Wish I was there to watch. One of my fantasies is to be spanked in front of a witness. And I really get turned on by videos, stills and stories that have that. Maybe your Dad will record the audio of you getting spanked and you can post it. Let me know what happens.

Rick


 
 

Here is my email to Rick giving him an account of the whipping Punishment Master Martin gave me for getting the speeding ticket.

 
 


From: Jaybo
Subject: Re: Speeding Ticket - True Story
Date: December 11, 2005 at 08:26:30 EST
To: Texas Rick

Hi Rick --

Sorry to take so long to get back to you. Unfortunately I don't have any pix to send you.

"Dad" busted my ass good yesterday morning for getting that speeding ticket. The punishment he selected was 200 licks -- 10 for each mile over the speed limit. He used different instruments. He started with the most severe of all, a special custom prison strap, and then the rubber strap (see below). No warmup; hard licks right from the first.

I was in my "punishment britches" -- a pair of wranglers with the butt cut out in a careful way to still fit tight around me -- and the seam still going down the crack of my ass -- so functionally bare butt.

When Dad whips me, the drill is that I wait in my bedroom in the basement and leave the back door unlocked. He comes in, makes himself at home, and then when he's ready, he comes to my bedroom and the punishment starts. There's no small talk; he gets right down telling me what's gonna happen to me, giving me orders and beating my ass. So I was waiting for him, spreadeagled on the king-size bed, in my punishment britches, a big pillow under me so my butt was stuck up real nice.

The whipping hurt like hell, particularly at first. I wasn't tied down as I often am, and it was real tough to stay in place. I was yelling a lot but took it all. Each time he switched instruments it brought a different type of pain. Some straps and paddles, like the wide rubber strap, make me start whimpering when I see him getting ready to use them cause they hurt so bad and I'm scared. But I know I deserve what he gives me and I'm lucky to have a Dad who punishes me that way. Man-size butt whippings for a man-size boy. Gotta be just as scared of The Strap and The Board now as I was as a kid.

I've got a tough ass and don't usually get welted or bruised too easily. I've got some marks on my right cheek this morning, and my butt is still tender to the touch. Somewhat disappointing to me not to have at least some good bruises, but it's clear I can "take a lickin' and keep on tickin'" like the proverbial Timex watch.

Hope you're doing well and having fun.

Jaybo

Here are website references for two of the instruments he used:

Adam & Gillian Canadian prison strap - http://www.aswgt.com/canadianstrap.html - he used a modified version 3 inches longer and without the holes - hurt like shit. Custom made.

Reb's wide rubber strop - (no longer sold). If you've never felt or used a rubber paddle or strop do it. Very sharp punishment.

 
 
 





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