Campus Parking Ticket Roundup

 

The Board of Regents Meeting

I had just joined the State Teacher's College police force
as the Assistant Chief of Police four months before.  I
was at a Board of Regents meeting, where I was standing
in for my boss, when the topic of campus parking came
up.  At State Teacher's we had a lot of the problems that
any college town has, bounced checks, drugs, a few
firearms violations, burglaries, but parking violations
were the problem that took up most of the time of the
campus police.

Many of the students lived in small nearby towns, and
lived off-campus and drove to class, and the parking lots
for students were several blocks away from the class
buildings.  We had 7 officers whose job it was to write
parking tickets, and they were issuing approximately 30
tickets each per day.  There were over $2,000,000 in
outstanding parking tickets for current and former
students.

I was on the hot seat.  Even though I had only been there
four months, it was clear that the Board wanted this
problem addressed in an aggressive manner.  I was at a
conference table with 9 board members and several
support persons and we had come to my place on the
agenda.  One of the board members addressed me.

"Officer Jim Cranston," he said, "you know that this
parking situation has gotten completely out of hand.  Our
campus is getting a bad reputation because there is no
place to park, and many of the students seem to be
violating the parking regulations with impunity."

I knew that I had to appear concerned, but I didn't want
to seem like a "cowboy" on my first appearance before
the Board of Regents.  "I have been reviewing the
problem, and there sure is a lot of money tied up in those
tickets.  I understand that we are holding student's
transcripts if they have outstanding traffic tickets."

"That's the reason that you are here, Officer," a gray-
haired woman in a smart dark suit said.  "We need some
fresh ideas on this matter.  Until a student graduates, or
requests a transcript, there is just not a whole lot of
leverage to get them to pay.  I think that we need to
implement stronger measures."

I was a bit uneasy with this.  Here we were at a teacher's
college in Louisiana.  80% of the students were young
women from small towns who were either going into
teaching, arts or business professions.  Since I had come
here from New Orleans, I had worked with a pretty rough
crowd, and I knew there was a big difference between the
criminals in NOLA and a parking ticket violator here!  I
wondered what kind of "stronger measures" the Board
had in mind.

I spoke carefully.  "Of course, the department is here to
follow the guidelines of the Board with respect to the
priority that should be given this matter.  What
immediately comes to mind to me is that we could
implement a range of sanctions, from barring scofflaws
from class all the way to actually issuing warrants for
their arrest."

"Now I think you're getting our drift, Officer," said the
man who had spoken first.  "What we are considering
here is proposing to the city council that any person,
student or not, including faculty members, who has
greater than three unpaid traffic tickets to be guilty of a
misdemeanor, and therefore subject to arrest.  This will
give our campus police the authority to arrest and force
payment of this horrendous number of outstanding
tickets.  Now, you need to tell us what you need to make
it happen if we give you the law you need to make the
arrests."

"I think I am beginning to understand your priorities
here," I said.  "I will go back and discuss this with the
Chief of Police and we will be back with out
recommendations.  We will need to upgrade several
aspects of our department, including the holding
facilities, the women police officers, a paddy wagon, and
additional restraints required for the increased volume of
prisoners."

The Board seemed to all relax at once.  I think that this is
what they wanted to hear!  I went a step further.  "Also,
we will consider instituting arrest procedures on
weekends and during class changes in the morning to
assure that the violators are taken into custody.  I believe
that all prisoners should be restrained in handcuffs, and
leg-irons, with possible additional restraints if
necessary."

A woman on the board spoke up.  "Now, I think we
should be concerned that some of these young women
might find it a bit traumatic to be handcuffed and ironed
in front of their friends and hustled off to jail.  Isn't this a
bit drastic?"

"Now, Martha, you know how bad this parking problem
has become.  These young women need to learn
responsibility, and a few days in irons behind bars is just
the thing to teach them that they can't be scofflaws," said
the eldest man on the Board.

Turning to me, he said,  "I want a detailed report at our
next meeting and an action plan.  Also, I want a
demonstration of your method of restraint of female
prisoners.  I think we do need to address Martha's
concerns."

"Certainly, Sir," I assured him.  "In general we consider
the safety of a prisoner to be related to the level of
restraints into which she is confined.  But we will have
more details on this at the next meeting."

"Then, Officer, you may be excused as we move on to
other business, and we thank you for your good work."

Dinner That Night

My wife Donna is a real dreamboat.  Her rich black hair
falls in curls around her shoulders, she stands a full five
foot seven.  In her high-heel pumps (which she almost
always wears) she is almost as tall as I am.  We have
been married over two years, and believe me, the
honeymoon is not over!

Tonight, she had fixed a romantic Italian dinner,
complete with candles, red wine, lasagna, and garlic
bread.  She was wearing an almost formal outfit.  It was a
"little black dress", pearls, dark hose, and her highest
black pump heels. When I first saw her, I was breathless
with anticipation.  I knew that she had plans for the
evening that went way past dinner!

As we talked about our days (she was a doctoral
candidate in the English Department), I mentioned the
board meeting at the college, and that I would have to be
hiring new staff just to keep up with all the new arrests
that the new policy and law would entail.

Donna seemed very interested in the whole development.

"So, you are going to arrest these students in their
classrooms?" she inquired.

"Well, that will be the first place we'll look for them. 
You know, we have all their class schedules."

"What if they won't come with you?"

"Well, Donna," I smiled. "When you arrest someone,
they usually don't want to come with you.  They are
required to come, though.  It's the law."

"Jim, how humiliating for them!  So, they just follow you
out to the squad car?"

"Well, yes, we have to take it kind of slow because of
their leg-irons."

"Leg Irons!"

"Yes," I replied, "and handcuffs, behind their backs."

"You know, I would just fall over dead with
embarrassment if I were arrested at school and taken
away in handcuffs and leg irons.  You know, some of
these sorority girls aren't going to like that!"

"I know," I said.  "And some of them are the worst
offenders."  I had been told that the girls who are
required to dress up every day and wear heels do so
because they like to avoid the two-block walk, and they
have accumulated the greatest number of tickets as a
group.

"You know," she said.  "You'd never see me caught in a
situation where I was arrested in front of all my friends,
chained, and taken to jail!"

"I know I'd never see you in handcuffs," I said, "but not
from lack of trying!"

She looked up at me and smiled a knowing smile. 

*******************
A few weeks ago, we were lazing around on a Friday
night, and I had left my handcuffs and leg-irons out on
the bedside table.  She was tickling me, and I joked that I
was going to put her in my handcuffs.

"No way!" she had said.  "How do these things work?" 
I showed here and within minutes, I was securely
handcuffed, ironed, and double-locked.  Naturally, my
tickling continued, longer than normal, but when it came
time for the love-making that I expected, I was informed
that I would remain in chains for the remainder of the
night, and not be allowed to come.  With her luscious
mouth, she drove me to a fever pitch, but then she
suddenly stopped.  That was it for the night, but my
`cuffs and irons were to stay on until the next morning. 
The next day, she told me that if I even hinted at putting
her in handcuffs again, I would again spend the night
bound, but this time it might not be so comfortable!  That
sounded pretty scary, because trying to sleep in handcuffs
and leg-irons with a massive case of blue balls is not my
idea of a walk in the park.
*******************

"You can count on that!" she said, emphatically.

Just a few bites, and sips of wine later, we were in each
other's arms, kissing passionately.  As we had so many
nights before, we made love and fell asleep, waking up
the next morning in bliss.

Executive Planning Committee

Regina Strong was the first to meet me in the meeting
room.  She was always a real go-getter, though not in an
annoying way.  She was a criminology major from the
big State school, and had joined the force about a month
before I did.  I think that she was a bit jealous of my
coming in over her as Assistant Chief, but after a month
or so, we were getting along just fine.  She really was
blessed in the looks department.  She had porcelain skin,
with ruby red lips.  She wore her thick black hair in shiny
curls about her shoulders.

The Chief lumbered in.  He had been there over 20 years,
and I could tell he was just a bit more than impatient with
the Board of Regents by his comments.

"I just had an earful about this parking ticket situation!"
he exclaimed as he plopped down in his chair.  "They are
really serious this time.  I think that they want us to clap
every girl in this school in cuffs and throw her in jail
until her fines are paid."

"I'll bet that if we just stepped up the arrests, that would
really help.  It's possible that if more of the students were
arrested, the others would come in to pay their fines
voluntarily," speculated Regina.

I posed a question.  "Given the present level of staffing,
how many arrests could we handle now?  What do you
think, Chief."

"I think about 5 per day, without reducing the patrols, but
you have to remember that most of the students arrested
will be women, so they'll need special facilities, and we
need a female officer present when she is escorted."

"I think that 5 is a good number," agreed Regina.  "That
is, if they paid up and got out of jail.  Now, if they
weren't able to pay, we might have to have the bussed
out to the county jail."

"I think that it would be better to have a stream of arrests,
like 5 arrests per day rather than a big Dragnet.  We just
wouldn't be able to handle 50 to 100 women prisoners."

"You're right on that," agreed the Chief.  "We don't have
the space of the people."

"We would need at least 2 more bail & ticket clerks,"
said Regina, "and we could hire two more female officers
to make the arrests."

"Jim," said the Chief.  "I'd like you to head this up.  I'll
keep the rest of the department running.  Regina, I need
you on this, too, reporting to Jim.  I want you to make
sure the operation is clean and that none of the students
have any cause for complaint.  And, I want a female
officer in the presence of any restrained female prisoner,
unless they are locked into a cell."

"You got it chief," Regina, acknowledged.  "Now, how
should these prisoners be restrained?  The usual way,
with handcuffs behind their backs, and leg-irons?"

"What do you think, Jim, you know that these are young
women?" asked the Chief.

"I think that restraints will make a big impression on the
prisoners, and their friends who see them arrested."

"Maybe we would go with handcuffs, and leg-irons,"
said Regina.  "You know, I read in police catalog about
the use of gags on prisoners.  Supposedly, it makes the
prisoner much less inclined to get rowdy.  I ordered a
sample ball-gag, do you guys want to see it?"

"Sure," said the Chief.

Regina rose from her chair to get the gag.  She wore a
tight dress skirt, and a wide black belt cinching her waist,
and her dress patent heels.  They were mainly for official
occasions, but she always wore them around the office,
with her dark hose.

She returned in a flash with a FEDEX box.  Out of it she
pulled what appeared to be a black rubber ball which has
a leather strap running though the middle of it.

"Here it is," she said, plopping it onto the table.  It
bounced a bit, then came to rest.

"Interesting," I said, picking it up to examine it.

"Aren't you going to model it for us?" asked the Chief,
expectantly.

"Sure," she laughed.  She pulled her cuffs out of her belt. 
"I might as well be cuffed up like these girls will be,
too."

She handed me her handcuffs, and turned her back to me. 
I quickly handcuffed her wrists tightly behind her back,
with her wrists facing outwards, and the handcuffs
ratcheting in tightly between the wrist and the handbone.

She gave a quick tug, and said "Not bad" to me,
acknowledging that I had done this correctly.

"Now," she said, "take the ball-gag, place it between my
teeth, and buckle it behind my neck under my hair."

I placed the ball next to her ruby lips, and she opened to
receive it.  The gag was twisted between her white teeth. 
I took the leather straps and held her fragrant hair as it
pulled the roller buckle and closed it.  Then, I came
around in front of her, checked that the ball was properly
centered behind her teeth, and pulled the buckle tight,
drawing the ball back into her mouth, pulling her lips
around the ball as the strap pulled tight and made her
cheeks bulge above them.

Her eyes widened and she groaned.  I knew that I had
done a good job on the ball-gag as well as the handcuffs.

"I think we should go with it, what do you think, Chief?"
I asked.

"Looks great.  Now, Regina, what can you say, if
anything?"

"I can thay somethinks," she struggled to get out from
behind her gag.

"Try yelling real loud," I asked.

Try though she might, Regina could only manage regular
voice volume when locked in the ball-gag.

"Alright, let's go with the ball-gags for all the female
prisoners," directed the Chief.  "Regina, order a couple of
dozen, or whatever you think is appropriate, and train all
the officers in how to properly apply them. 

"I think this would be good to demo in front of the Board
of Regents," I suggested.  "Just to show them our
progress." 

"Good," said the Chief.  "You and Regina . ."

The door opened to the conference room, and Billy came
in.  He was taken aback when he saw his boss, Regina, in
handcuffs, and gagged.  He stood there with his mouth
open.

"Well," said the Chief quickly.  "I think that we're
finished here."

"Chief," I said.  "I'd like Regina to spend the rest of the
day in a lockup cell to see if this might be too severe for
our prisoners."

Regina protested behind her gag.

"Sounds good," said the Chief.  "You can handle it,
Regina, and then you can feel comfortable about
prosecuting this.  Billy, clap some leg-irons on her, and
take her to the lock up.  Lock her down in a cell, and
check on her every couple of hours."

"Yes, Sir!" said Billy.

"MMMMM," protested Regina, as leg-irons were
affixed, then double-locked above her black pumps. 
Billy took her by the arm, and hustled her to the door. 
She gave him a run for his money, but a trained officer
(one that she had trained herself can easily handle a
handcuffed and leg-ironed woman.  Without difficulty,
she was taken to her cell, and locked down.

"Sounds good, Jim, go for it," said the Chief.

In Regina's Cell

Later that afternoon, I was walking down the row of
solitary confinement cells checking on another prisoner,
and, looking in one of them, I saw Regina.  She was lying
on her side, with her hands still in handcuffs behind her
back, her ankles in irons, and with the ball-gag still
strapped behind her teeth.  Her tight short skirt was hiked
up to the middle of her hips.  She did not even look up
when she saw my silhouette in the high glass window of
her cell.

I used my master key, and opened the cell door.  She
groaned in misery as I approached her and sat next to her. 
I placed my hands on each of her shoulders, and helped
her to sit up.  The chain between her ankles clattered as it
fell against he painted stone floor.

"Here," I offered, "let me unstrap your ball-gag."   She
bent her head forward, and her brown curls cascaded
down her shoulders.  I undid the ball-gag, and she
moaned, stretching out her jaw, coughing a bit as the ball
was pulled from behind her teeth.

"I think that I've been locked in here long enough," she
said.  "Here, take off my handcuffs."

"You know that I just can't set you free without a release
order.  I just came in to give you a little break."

"What time is it?"

"About 3:00"

She moaned.  "You mean that I have to spend another 3
hours like this?  Listen, at least you can leave the ball-
gag off."

"I don't think so, I'm going to strap it back in.  But, I
think that the gags are a great idea.  I think the Chief
thought so, too."

She smiled, and adjusted her wrists in her handcuffs.  "I
thought he would like it.  I mean, they are really not very
expensive, and they really add a lot of control and
restraint in dealing with prisoners."

"That's for sure!" I said.  "At the next Board of Regent's
meeting, do you want to model these irons and ball-gag?"

"I am not sure I want the Board to see me in a full set of
prisoner's restraints," she mused.  "Maybe I can get one
of the girls in the President's Office will volunteer for the
presentation."

"That might be a good idea," I agreed.

Regina adjusted her position, and her hips moved next to
mine.  I noted that her skirt was still hiked up, and that
her pink lace slip also had ridden up to her upper thighs. 
I stood up.  "Here,' I said, helping her to stand in her
heels and irons, "let me get your skirt situated."

I pulled down her slip, then her skirt.

"Thanks," she said, and paced about her small cell. 
There was an awkward moment.  She knew that I was
about to leave, and that she would be again ball-gagged.

"Well," she said, "you have work to do, you can go
ahead."

I picked up the somewhat soggy black rubber ball gag. 
She stamped her manacled feet.  "No, I will not be
gagged!" she said, but almost flirtatiously.  I took her by
her arm, and raised the ball to her mouth, and she turned
her head to the side.  Then, I took her brown curls into a
tight ponytail, and pulled back, making her raise her face
to the ceiling.  Her mouth pulled open, and I twisted the
ball behind her pearly whites, and carefully pulled the
buckle tight around her hair.  Taking her face in both my
hands, I inspected the placement of the ball-gag in her
mouth.

"Do you want the gag-strap under your hair?" I asked.

"Uhhunng!" she grunted her acquiescence.

Holding the ball in her mouth, I noted which hole the
buckle was in, then unbuckled the strap, and pulled it
under her hair.  I pulled the buckle against the warm nape
of her neck, but this time one hole tighter.  The ball fit
beautifully into her mouth, pulling the corners of her
mouth back, and causing a slight bulge in her cheeks
above the black leather strap.

Surprisingly, she leaned forward against my chest.  I
gave her a warm hug.  "See you tomorrow," I said.

I closed the cell door, and my keys rattled in the lock as
the heavy bolt slid to.  I saw her eyes in the window,
looking out at me over her gag.

As I left, I noted on the release log that she was slated to
be released not at 6:00, but at 11:30 that night.  At least
she would get overtime.

Donna has a surprise for me

When I came back home, a bit late, I saw that the lights
were dimmed, and that a beautiful table with candles and
wine was set.

"Donna," I called.

"Just a minute," she answered from our bedroom.  "I'll
be right out."

She emerged in a moment as an absolute vision of
beauty.  She was wearing a sheer pink neglig‚e that she
had worn on our wedding night, heels, and her hair and
makeup were perfect.

Without saying a word, she came up to me, put her arms
around my neck, and kissed me lightly, then passionately. 
Just as I became involved in the heated kiss, she took my
hand, and pulled me over to the dinner table.  She had
prepared a light dinner of pasta, with red wine.  She sat
me down, and she sat just across from me.  Just to see her
caused a bulge in my groin and a tightening in my solar
plexus.  She smiled at me.

"So, how was your day?"

I was not really ready for small talk, in fact, I was still a
bit breathless from the kiss.  "Just fine," I said, "you must
have been busy."

She dismissed her preparations.  "I just wanted tonight to
be special."

"Well", she persisted.  "How is your new ticket program
working out?  Have you started it yet?"

"No, not yet," I said.  "We are really just in the planning
stages. I had a meeting with the Chief and Regina Strong
today to talk about some of the details, and our next
board presentation."

"Oh, why do you need to do a board presentation?" she
asked.

"They had asked us to come back with a plan. We need
to tell them the personnel needed, the additional jail
space, police cars, and our plan for restraining and
transporting the large number of female prisoners."

"Shouldn't female prisoners be easier to handle than the
boys?  I would think they would be less troublesome."

"No, they really aren't," I replied.  "In fact, girls are far
more apt to struggle, or kick, despite what you would
think.  In fact, at work today, Regina proposed a new
idea of using ball-gags on the women prisoners."

"Ball-gags!"  Donna seemed alarmed.

"Yes, in fact Regina tried one on, and the Chief liked the
idea so much he had her put into a lockdown cell to test
the idea out."

"Well, that doesn't sound like a lot of fun.  What exactly
is a ball-gag?" asked Donna.

"It is a rubber ball that fits into the prisoner's mouth, then
a leather strap goes right through the middle of it.  That
fastens behind the neck.  If you pull the strap tight
enough, the ball sinks back into the girl's mouth and
pretty much prevents shouting, spitting, and intelligent
speech.  She can get a grunt out, or a moan, but that is
about it."

"Don't tell me you strap them into girls' mouths when
they are arrested  - that would be so humiliating!"

"Then they should obey the law," I returned.

Donna lowered her eyes.  In the candlelight, she was a
picture of loveliness.  She looked up at me.  "So how did
Regina do?"

"Huh?" I asked, a bit distracted by her beauty.

"In the lockdown cell - you told me that she was ball-
gagged in the lockdown cell."

"Yeah, I checked on her, and she was OK.  I saw on the
release log that she was set to be released a 11:30, so
she's locked down right now!"

"Give me your handcuffs," Donna said, or I guess it was
more of a command.

I got them off the table and handed them to her.  She
unbuttoned my shirt, spun me around and quickly my
wrists were expertly handcuffed behind my back.  Off
came my pants, and I was marched into bed.  A belt was
quickly looped about my ankles, and tightly buckled.

"You are staying like this all night," Donna pronounced. 
"I can't believe you are keeping Regina shackled and
gagged until 11:30."  She reached for the remote control
and began watching TV.

Despite a raging erection, I found a position where I
could watch.  Here I was again, tied up, with a massive
case of blue-balls, and my lovely wife just inches away in
her sheer nightgown, distractedly surfing the channels.