Yes please

"Yes," Emma thought, and instantly felt the Other take control of her body. She smiled innocently up at the policeman. "I've been so bad," she said. "I need punishing."

The policeman smiled for an instant, but then frowned again. "Never mind that, Miss," he said.

"I'm sure you can think of some way to teach me a lesson, can't you?" Emma's body asked. "There's no one else around, so you could do whatever you thought best."

"Miss, if I were to punish you, you'd run screaming after the first smack."

"Oh yeah?" she asked. "How about this. You give how ever many smacks you like, and if I open my mouth, you put something in it to shut me up."

Emma was getting frantic inside her head observing all this. "What are you doing!" she shouted mentally. "You're asking to be spanked and you're practically begging to get ****!"

The Other thought back. "It's not **** if you beg for it. Besides, it's only a blow job I offered him."

Emma had never given a blow job, and certainly didn't want to give one to a complete stranger on an open road. "Get back!" she mentally shouted at the Other. "Let me back in control!"

"OK," the Other said pleasantly. "But remember what you've agreed to if you scream."

In a rush Emma felt her body coming back under her control. She realised that while she had been arguing in her head the Other had got her ass-naked, bent forward over the bonnet of her car, waiting for the first blow.

"Mustn't scream," Emma thought desparately.

"You were going 24 miles over the limit," the policeman was saying. "So we'll round that up to 30 smacks."