A Cadillac and a cop

"Did you see the look on their faces? That was so great!" Anne was still laughing when the lights started to flash, and the cop car emerged to block their path.

"Well, well, well," said the cop, a tall strong black woman by the name of Samantha Suzuki (she was married.) "What do we have here? Aren't you four from the Pinkwhistle cheerleading team?"

"Moi?" said Monique, innocently. "I am French! What is zis, 'ow you say, leading of cheer?"

"You're not fooling me, girls. Out you get. I was captain of the Greenvalley team three years running and I still remember how you girls put itching powder in our spanky pants the night of the big game. You think you can drive straight through our town and get away with it?"

"Merde."

The four girls glumly filed out of the car, unable to resist the majesty of the law. The main street of Greenvalley was busy, full of housewives stocking up on groceries and shopkeepers going about their business. Heads turned as the four cheerleaders were lined up against the side of a building, legs apart, hands flat against the concrete wall.

"I told you this was a bad idea," hissed Monique, a pretty brunette who actually did happen to be French. Officer Suzuki tapped her bottom smartly with her nightstick, making her shut up.

"Disorderly driving," she said, in satisfaction, her eyes roaming over the four girls. Four pert bottoms, Anne's and Monique's and Kendra's and Gloria's (these last two being a petite Asian and a sporty black girl, respectively), clad in flirty little cheerleader skirts. "And being incorrigibly pretty."

"Come on," protested Anne. "Those aren't real crimes."

"They're on the books in Greenvalley, girls, and the sentence is up to the arresting officer's discretion. I'm thinking at least a couple of nights in the lock-up. Get the other old cheerleaders together, have ourselves a little fun."

She went down the line, flipping up each girl's skirt and exposing a hot pink pair of spanky pants. When she got to Kendra, the Asian girl made a move like she was going to run, but Samantha grabbed her by the ear and effortlessly dragged her, protesting, back into line.

"It can be a couple of nights in the lock-up," she said, "or six months down in the country jail. Your call, girls. I hear the ladies get real lonely down there. Could use some pretty company like you."

And, going down the line once more, she took hold of each pair of hot pink spanky pants, and yanked them down around their owners' thighs.

She stepped back to admire her handywork. Four beautiful bare bottoms. Anne's pert pink ass, Monique's nut-brown derriere, Kendra's cute little cheeks and Gloria's plump black buttocks. Plus little peeks at four pretty pussies, hiding between the girls' thighs as they shifted their weight from one leg to another. Wolf-whistles cut through the air as some young men from Greenvalley High rocked up to see what the fuss was all about.

"This is why you don't mess with Greenvalley," she said. And Anne's squeal split the air as the first blow of Samantha's hand came down.