Molly's Cop (3 page)

"I am going to have you arrested for this!" she stated, trying once again to throw herself off his lap.

"Fine. I am sure that it will make for quite a story. I hope you don't mind having pictures of your naked butt splattered all over the papers and TV?" he asked, spanking even harder. He heard her gasp and continued. "They will have to photograph your butt for evidence."

"No way!" Molly was very modest. Gram was probably the last person to see her without clothing, and that was when she was a young child!

"They'll need to check for bruising, and talk to witnesses. They are going to want to know why I spanked you."

"Because you are a beast!" she hissed angrily. "Stop! Stop now, damn you!"

"You don't sound very sorry to me," he said.

"I'm going to kill you for this! No one has ever spanked me before and it hurts!"

"It is supposed to hurt. It is a punishment."

"I haven't done anything to be punished for!" she smacked at his leg while his hand fell repeatedly on her bottom. "Stop... Please!" She was on the verge of tears and didn't know how much longer she could keep from howling at the fiery pain that grew with each successive spank of his large hand.

"You were rude to me at your apartment. You kept right on arguing with your roommate when I asked you to sit down and be quiet. You lied to me when I asked if you had somewhere to go. You walked all the way out here by yourself in the dark when I offered you a ride. You flipped me off!" Michael gave her a dozen hard spanks on her sit spots for the gesture. You made a scene in Steak'n'Shake. Then you accused me of planning to hurt you when all I am trying to do is give you some help. And, if all of that isn't bad enough, you actually try to run from me and then call me names. You earned this spanking, and we are going to be here until you say 'sorry' and mean it."

"Okay, I'm sorry!" Molly stated. Her poor bottom was hurting more than she thought it was possible to hurt. She desperately needed for him to release her before she started crying and was unable to stop. "Please, let me go!"

"You're only sorry because your butt is hurting. I want a sincere apology, and this spanking continues until I get one.

"I already said 'sorry'!" she stated, her voice starting to crack. "Please stop now!" She sounded like she was begging, but Michael still wasn't satisfied. He continued to apply his hand in stinging, hard spanks. She knew she was going to break down if he did not stop. "Please...! I can't do this...!" That was all she managed to say before she started crying. At first she was quiet, and then she was bawling and sobbing her heart out.

Molly went limp over his lap as she sobbed. He heard her trying to speak, but there was no way he could understand the words she was saying. He gave her another dozen hard spanks, making sure she felt each one, positive she was finally accepting the punishment as due. He then lifted her and sat her on his lap to offer forgiveness and comfort. When she continued to cry and cry, he patted her back and whispered to her, telling her it was all over now and she was forgiven.

Molly clung to him, feeling very small. She was crying about everything that was wrong in her life, and every last thing was wrong. She tried so hard, but the last few months, since Gloria got married, nothing seemed to go her way. She was so tired of carrying the entire world on her shoulders. "Everything is such a mess!" she bawled.

"It might seem so now, Molly, but I promise it will get better."

"How can you know that? I can't afford to move. It takes so much money to keep Gram in the home, and I can't take care of her myself and work, too." She continued to cry, resting her head on his shoulder. "I am sorry I was so awful to you. None of this is your fault."

"It's over with now, Molly. You'll be fine. Now let's go. I'm going to take you somewhere for the night that you'll be safe." He put her on her feet and then walked her back to his car.

"I don't have any money," she reminded him.

"That won't matter," he answered. "We'll have to go over the fence again; the gate to the park is closed this time of night."

Molly remained silent. She was in a lot of pain and it even hurt to walk. She felt beaten, quite literally, but even worse than the pain and heat radiating from her behind was the weight on her slender shoulders. She did not know what she would do for shelter while she tried to support herself and her grandmother. If she didn't collect her things from Natalie's apartment in the morning Molly was positive there would be nothing left to collect.

When they reached the fence she had no idea how she was going to get to the other side. Her butt felt swollen to twice its normal size and any movement was going to be painful. Michael easily vaulted to the other side, and then said, "Come close and I'll help you, Molly."

"I don't want your help!" she wailed, sniffling, and then wiping her face with the backs of her hands.

"Come on, Molly. Pouting will only earn you another spanking and I'm sure your butt would appreciate it if you were sensible right now. Let me help you." She took the hand he offered and he pulled her closer and then put his hands around her waist and lifted her as if she weighed no more than a small child. He put her on her feet and when she looked up at him in surprise, he leaned down and tapped the end of her nose. "You are tiny." He took her hand again and led her to his car. "Please don't run again," he said quietly, helping her into the passenger side of the car. "I'm really tired and don't feel up to another run today."

"Do people run from you often?" she asked, surprised to find herself curious about his job.

"Sometimes," he answered, pleased that she was actually speaking to him without being forced to do so. He spotted Aunt Jenny looking out the window and he gave her a thumbs up sign that things were alright. She nodded, and if he were a betting man he would place a wager than his Aunt would call his Ma first thing tomorrow morning to discuss the odd situation. Fortunately, he had enough sense to get his Ma on his side first.

"Where do you think you are taking me, Sergeant O'Keefe? I won't stay in a shelter!"

"I'm not taking you to a shelter, Molly, and please call me Michael. I'm not on duty now. Most of those places are just for men, anyway. Now, don't worry, and don't question my motives again. That flaming spanking you are wearing right now will become even hotter if you make that mistake again."

The tone of warning in his deep voice told her he was dead serious. Molly felt tears well in her eyes and soon she was crying again. Sitting on the soft leather car seat was so painful, but the seat belt held her so snugly she couldn't even get a bit of relief by squirming. She wanted to unbuckle the belt and kneel on the seat, but she was positive that Michael wouldn't tolerate that for one second.

"You don't need to cry, Molly," he said softly, looking over at her. "Everything will be alright, I promise."

"I am in serious pain!" she told him, her tone accusing and heated.

"You should be. I spanked you pretty damn hard, and you deserved every last swat," he couldn't resist adding. He saw her reach for the buckle to unlock her seatbelt. "Do not unless you want me to pull over and give you another spanking. It is the law that you must wear your seatbelt."

"It hurts too much to sit here. Please pull over and let me out. I can't do this any longer!" Molly reached for the seatbelt buckle again, and he pulled over to the side of the street he was on and turned to face her.

"Molly Henderson, I am a cop. You pop that seat belt and I will ticket you."

"You are a real jerk, you know that?"

"I enforce the law, Miss Henderson. I don't make the laws." He was angry now.

"Please, I just want to get off this seat." She was feeling quite desperate, and she did not think she would be able to keep from unlocking the seatbelt much longer. She impatiently tapped her fingers together and tried to squirm as he drove a couple more blocks and pulled into a driveway. There were lights on in the large house, and Molly looked at Michael, her eyes full of questions. "Where are we?" she asked.

"Come on and I'll tell you," he said decisively, opening his car door and getting out. He rounded the car and smiled when he saw that she was still trying to get the seatbelt undone. Her hands were shaking. He reached inside and pushed the button.

"It gets stuck once in a while," he said. He offered her a hand, and when she took it, he pulled her from the car to stand on the driveway. "Mind your language and whatever you do, do not lie."

"I don't lie!" she stated, offending by his attitude.

"Right...! You have lied to me several times tonight," he said as they headed for a side door. "You let me believe you had somewhere to go, when you didn't. You let me think you had money, when you didn't. You wouldn't even allow me to give you a ride, Molly. You let your pride get you into trouble. It isn't a sin to ask for help, you know."

"I don't have anyone to ask!" she retorted, but then clamped her mouth shut as he opened a door and gently pushed her inside ahead of him. They were in a large kitchen, and it was spic and span.

"Ma, Pop!" Michael called out in a loud voice.

"This is your home?" she asked in disbelief, looking at him in horror.

"I grew up here," he said with a grin.

"Michael, we weren't expecting you!" his father said as he walked into the kitchen. "Now, who is this pretty young lady?"

"Pop, this is Molly Henderson. Hey, Ma," he greeted his mother when she came into the kitchen, wearing her robe and slippers and obviously ready to go to bed. She gave him a hug and a kiss.

"Now, what is going on, honey? Have you eaten?" she asked.

"Yes, we've eaten, but Molly needs help, Ma. Earlier tonight I was forced to put her out of her apartment, but she has nowhere to go, and go money. She's taking care of her Grandma all by herself, and that doesn't leave her much to live on. Her roommate isn't worth the time of day, and she kicked Molly out. I was hoping you could let her stay here for a while?" he asked.

"Of course she can stay here. We have plenty of room," Michael's father answered right away, giving his wife a meaningful look. His mother smiled in silent communication.

"Yes, of course, Molly can stay with us. I have a room all made up. You poor dear," she said to Molly.

"Noooo! I didn't know that your son was planning to do this! I do not wish to put you out!"

"Ma, Molly has nowhere to go, and I can't very well take her to my place."

"I should say not, young man!" His Ma was indignant at the very idea, just as he knew she would be. "Now, everyone sit down at the table, and I'll make us some herbal tea, and we'll have a cookie, too, and we'll discuss everything. Molly, Michael has never asked us to do this before, so you must be very special."

"He barely knows me, Mrs. O'Keefe!" she protested, even as Michael pulled out a chair for her and indicated she should sit down. Molly forgot about her sore backside when she plopped on the seat, but she immediately let out an audible gasp and quickly jumped up again, her wounded eyes looking at Michael accusingly.

Michael wanted to laugh at the shock in the feisty redhead's eyes, but the equally shocked look in his Ma's eyes prevented that. His Pop was studiously ignoring the situation, but his eyes were twinkling.

"Michael Seamus O'Keefe!" his Ma scolded. "Let me get you a pillow, child," she said, heading for the living room, but his Pop reached out and caught her arm.

"Now, Mary, you know better. I've never allowed anyone a pillow to sit on at this table unless they were injured."

"Seamus Patrick O'Keefe, your son put a hand to this child, claiming he barely knows her!"

"Just as I did you the first time we met, Mary Kathleen O'Keefe." He winked at her and then said, "Your teakettle is ready to whistle, love." He turned his attention to Molly, "Sit down now, Miss Molly, so we can learn all about you... and you can learn about us and realize you are safe here. I'll not let anyone hurt you while you're under my roof. You'll be treated as one of our own."

"Now, Pa, don't go scaring Molly," Michael said teasingly. His father laughed. "Yes, I've raised eleven terrified children!" he chuckled.

Mary poured water over herbal tea bags and then she placed milk and sugar on the table, and she took a plastic container from the top of the refrigerator and placed it on the table. Finally, she fetched napkins and spoons. She sat down then and looked at her son. "Tell your Papa and me why you so callously threw this child out of her home when she had no place to go."

"Ma! I didn't know Molly had no place to go at the time." He explained the situation from his side, leaving out the fact Molly flipped him off and the chase through the park and the spanking when he caught up to her. He didn't want his parents to think badly of Molly Henderson.

"It sounds like your roommate was an unfortunate choice, young lady. How long did you know her before you decided to move in with her?" Seamus asked in the thoughtful way he had of pointing out mistakes.

"Not long, Mr. O'Keefe," she admitted. "Gloria, my old college roommate, was getting married, the lease was up, and I didn't have any other options. Natalie was a friend of a friend, seemed nice enough when we met, and I was sort of desperate. It has been three months of arguing and fighting over everything."

"You wouldn't have approved of Natalie, Pop," Michael said matter-of-factly. "She wouldn't be allowed back in this house after the first time."

"That is most unfortunate," Mary said softly. "Does that girl have family?"

"Yes, Ma, but she is spoiled and she lies to her father. She implied to me that Molly was three months behind in her rent, but she is only a few days late with this month's share... and Natalie agreed to the payment arrangements Molly made with her. I think she was pocketing the money her Dad was giving her and then lying about Molly not paying her at all."

"I didn't tell you that!" Molly looked at Michael in surprise.

"I read between the lines, Red."

"Oh!"

"Don't be so shocked; it's part of the job, and I have a lot of siblings who keep me on my toes with sorting out their lives." He grinned again. "Relax, Molly. You need help and I can't think of anyone more qualified than my folks to help you... provided you can handle the house rules."