Chapter 4

It was about a week later that Sara decided to ask Neal again about the fake passport she had found; there just something not right about the story he told her about it and she was going to discover the truth as soon as he got home. So when Neal opened the door to his apartment he was delighted and dismayed to find Sara waiting for him. Delighted to see his love but dismayed when he discovered her holding not only his fake passport but a wooden spatula that he knew had to come from June.

"Sara…what are you doing here?" Neal asked nervously.

"I thought I would get the truth out of you. I borrowed the spatula from June. She told me that it works wonders on you when she's had reason to use it," replied Sara as she walked closer.

Neal eyed the closed the door regretfully as Sara came closer. "I wouldn't try and run Neal; I can always have Peter find you and bring you back…you know I bet he can give me pointers on how to use this thing to maximize the sting."

"What do you want to know?" asked Neal warily.

"I want to know the truth," replied Sara, "about this passport and be advised that I don't like to be lied to."

"The passport is for me," replied Neal honestly, "to be used for any FBI stings, like I told you before," he added confident that his lie would be believed.

"I see," replied Sara as she smiled and moved closer luring Neal into believing that he had her fooled.

Neal returned her smile relieved that he had successfully side stepped the present situation.

But Sara wasn't finished as she pulled out her cellphone and said, "I'll just call Peter and confirm that."

Neal paled considerable at that and Sara knew that his story had been a lie. "You lied to me Neal and as I said earlier I don't take being lied to well…drop your pants and bend over that table!" She ordered as she pointed to the kitchen table in the room.

"Sara…can't we talk this out…you don't have to revert to using Peter's methods," pleaded Neal, "and besides that thing really hurts. After June used it on me the last time I couldn't sit comfortably for days."

"Why did June use it on you?" Sara asked curiously.

"For lying."

"Well I see that you are due for a refresher dose. You know I could always call her and tell her that you are ready for another spanking for the same thing…I bet she wouldn't be too pleased. Do you think she would come up and warm your bottom up again?"

Neal's expression at the thought was all of the answer Sara needed but to hurry him up she added, "either do as I say or I will call Peter and you can try and explain this passport to him."

Neal gave her such a look of anguish that Sara almost lost her resolve to carry out her threat but at the last moment she hardened her heart to his blight and he replied. "The passport is for me to disappear with before my release from the FBI."

"Were you going to leave without telling me goodbye?" Sara asked in a near whisper.

Neal nodded but added, "but I didn't want to."

"Mozzie?" guessed Sara.

Neal nodded again as he held his breath on what she was going to do next.

Sara looked at him with understanding before making her decision, "I'll keep your secret," which caused Neal to smile until Sara completed her sentence with, "now drop your pants and bend over."

"W-What! I told you the truth," sputtered Neal.

"Only after you first tried to deceive me with a lie and after I had to resort to a little blackmail," replied Sara with a grin.

Neal looked at her with shock unable to believe that she was intending to use that thing on him and remembering what it felt like the last time it was used.

"Neal I'm giving you a count of five before I call June and ask her to come up and paddle you," she threatened. "One…two…three…"

Neal didn't let her get any further with her countdown before his hands fumbled momentarily with his trousers' button before his pants fell around his ankles and he bent over the table and held on.

Sara lost little time in getting into position behind him or raising the spatula over her head and pounding it into his backside.

"OWWWWW…not so hard!" gasped Neal as the first lick landed in the center of his backside but before he could deal with the pain of the first lick Sara had landed two more and all to the same area causing Neal to begin begging for mercy.

Sara turned a deaf ear to his pleas and continued to land smack after smack to the same two areas of his backside…the center of each buttock.

Neal tried to keep from yelling out but after a few minutes of this type of treatment the tears began and when he didn't think he could take anymore without sobbing Sara stopped and stepped away so he could straighten up.

"Are you going to lie to me again?" she asked as she noticed his tears for the first time.

"Sara…it's what I do," hedged Neal as he bent back down to pull his pants back up.

WHACK!

"OWWWW!"

"Are you going to lie to me again," Sara repeated.

"NO!"

"Because if you do we will repeat this action only you will be completely bottomless," promised Sara as she pulled Neal in close for a kiss. After some more consoling, Sara broke away and put Neal passport down and picked up her purse and headed for the door.

"Where are you going?" asked a breathless Neal…the after play had been intense.

"First to return the spatula to June and then to get a paddle of my own…we have some more discussing to do about that Raphael you allegedly stole," she replied with an evil grin.

"SARA!"

Epilogue:

It was during the drive to work the next morning that Peter noticed Neal squirming and asked, "What did you do?"

"I didn't do anything," asked Neal.

"When you squirm like this it only means one thing …you did something wrong and was spanked or paddled for it…have you been lying to June again?" persisted Peter.

"No I didn't lie to June," retorted Neal.

Peter didn't say anything more for the next few blocks and Neal thought the subject was closed until he blurted out, "SARA SPANKED YOU!"

Neal blushed red as Peter guessed the truth. "It's your fault for spanking me in front of her the other day; now she feels that she can use a paddle to interrogate me," admitted an embarrassed Neal.

"Oh, she's still looking for the Raphael you stole."

"Allegedly stole," corrected Neal, "and yes. She bought a paddle and used it on me in hopes of finding the stolen painting."

Peter burst out laughing at the thought of Sara paddling Neal.

"It's not funny Peter…that thing hurts. I can barely sit; I should have called in sick," whined Neal as the continued to squirm.

"Did you admit to stealing the painting?"

"No…I don't have it; but I did offer to help her find it," replied Neal embarrassment still evident on his face.

"I'll talk with Sara and tell her that he can't paddle an admission out of you," promised Peter as he took a turn and headed back to June's. "Take the day off to recover from Sara's administrations but be ready to work tomorrow."

"Thanks Peter," replied Neal as the blocks speeded past them as Peter drove Neal home before coming to a stop in front of June's.

Just before Neal left the car Peter said, "Try and stay out of trouble; you have too many people ready and able to show you the error of your ways to the seat of your britches."

Neal nodded as he got out of the car, "but why did Sara have to be such a fast learner."

The End