Preview of My Next Book - The Best Parking Spots

[BoTox]

This is a preview of my next book that I intend to put on Amazon in early May if I can get it like I want it.

There is little diaper content until Chapter 2 but this is the setup to get Barb committed

Enjoy

The Best Parking Spaces Cover Art

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Chapter 1

Here I sit, in a wet and messy diaper no less, in my car wondering how it came to this. In the beginning I used to cry about it but I am way beyond that. I used to be bitter but in a very strange way it has actually been a learning and growing experience for me. I know what I'm willing to do to get the best parking spaces.

How a perfectly healthy woman of barely 30 years of age finds herself in this situation might take a little explaining. I'll try to make it as clear as I can and serve as an example, or better yet, a cautionary tale to those that may be on the same path I once was.

First, I have to admit I brought it on myself. I was careless, thoughtless and insensitive to the trouble I created for others. Being successful and beautiful with disposable income will not keep you out of disposable diapers.

This is my story and it begins about six months. I was late again and I couldn't find a parking space near the elevator. The handicapped spaces were all open and the temptation was too much. I parked in one of them as I had done probably a half dozen times before. I'd been issued a few tickets but it was cheap compared to the hassle I'd get from my witch of a boss for being late again. I always paid them on time. Frankly, I wish I could pay in advance for a handicapped placard and be done with it. It is not like they would throw you in jail for parking in a handicapped spot.

I parked my Porsche Boxster S and checked my long, blonde hair and makeup one last time in the mirror. Perfect. I exited my car, put on my smart-looking jacket and smoothed my oh-so-snug skirt in the side glass. I had a nickname at my office. They didn't think I knew it but I was secretly pleased. I worked out an hour every morning to get this flat tummy and buns of steel. I was Barbie's evil twin to them and I tried to live up to my nickname.

This day started like any other, with a venti mocha latte. The emails had started downloading and I was checking the news sites for useful information when one of the junior associates darkened my doorway with his bushy-haired head.

"Ms Matthews," he said almost with a smirk, "Is your car a red Porsche Boxster that was illegally parked in a handicapped spot?"

"What now? What do you mean, 'was'?" I queried the little snot.

"I came up from there and they hooked onto it and towed it," he said and turned to leave.

That was great news I didn't need to start the day. I ventured down to the spot I had parked my car and sure enough, my car was gone. My car had never been towed before. Why didn't they write me a $200 ticket like they did every other time?

I resigned myself that I was going to have to call and find out where it was and how much it was going to cost me to get it back. It was starting to sound like a comedy but it doesn't get any funnier from here on out. At least it wasn't funny to me.

By the process of elimination I finally found the company that had my car but they said I couldn't get it until I met with the Assistant District Attorney. Great! Now I had to make it to the courthouse on my lunch hour. At noon I took a ride downtown and found that I was one of over a dozen people inline to see the ADA. From the chatter I could hear, we all had similar problems the required the ADA to speak with us. It seems we were all repeat offenders and the ADA was going to try something new with us, the unrepentant repeat offenders.

"Good day," said the man who identified himself as Assistant District Attorney Gordon, "Each and every one of you is facing some serious jail time at this very minute, based on the severity and number of offenses you have committed. However, we have a new program that will allow you to continue working and, hopefully, to stop re-offending. Anyone interested in hearing the details needs to sign the waivers that are being passed out and step into court room 2B on the second floor. All others will be assigned a court date. Get a lawyer is the best advice I can give those of you that opt out."

The hall was abuzz with conjecture. I had no idea you could go to jail for parking in a handicapped spot. I received a copy of the waiver and read it. It looked like standard boiler plate that waved my right to sue in return for an alternative judgment. I took my copy up to the court room. The bailiff required it to be signed before he allowed me to enter the court room. I complied and took a seat.

Once inside, the ADA sorted us in order and seated us along the rail. I was fifth in line or eighth, depending on which way they worked the line. Either way, I wasn't first or last. The judge entered and we all rose. She was a stern looking woman in her late 50's or possibly early 60's. She had jet black hair that was obviously dyed to cover her gray. Women can be so vain. I should know.

"I'm judge Thorneburne. But this is not court proceeding in the usual sense. You are not on trial and there will be no jury," said the judge, "We are trying something novel to help alleviate over crowding because every single one of you would be looking at no less than nine months of jail time. Now, down to business."

The judge looked over the papers and handed a sheet to the bailiff who called the first person. It looked like I might be fifth. The guy got up and solemnly walked to the bench as the judge ordered. I hate going first and was quite interested to find out what the judge was offering as an alternative.

"You have been arrested six times, Mr Ames," said the judge, "It appears you are quite combative and you seem to always get into your fights with gay men. What do you have to say for yourself?"

Ames looked at the judge and smugly answered, "Them fagots started it, they..."

She cut him off, "Mr Ames, that is enough. I know your type and I see how it is. You have two choices. You would have been sentenced to one year and 20 days for your repeat offenses. Think long and hard before you answer because each has consequences. In agreeing to my not be sentenced you to jail you agree to take one of the alternatives. One is to wear tight leather pants and wait tables in a gay bar two hours a night for 30 days with all pay going to a gay/lesbian charity. Any fighting will certainly land you in jail for the full length of your sentence. Your other choice is the work in an AIDS hospice four hours a day for 60 days. Do you understand your options?"

You could see his mouth drop and he shouted, "Are you f-ing NUTS!"

"Silence!" the judge banged her gavel as the room fell silent, "Come forward and sign the paperwork and make your decision."

Ames angrily walked up and signed the papers. The judge was handed the papers by the bailiff. She looked it over and handed it back to the bailiff.

"Very good, Mr Ames," said the judge, "I hope this will teach you humility and tolerance. Report to Hot Rods on 3rd and Oak on Friday night. There will be a judicial compliance officer there to confirm you are abiding by the terms of your sentence. Do you understand that failure to comply will automatically put you behind bars for the original sentence?"

Ames nodded his understanding and huffed as he left the court room, papers in hand. Gosh! What had I gotten myself into. Was I going to have to work in a nursing home or something? The next person was called, a woman I would guess to be in her early 20's.

"Ms Dennison, approach the bench," said the judge, "You have been arrested for possession of a controlled substance, soliciting and prostitution three times in the last year. What do you have to say for yourself, young lady?"

The girl shrugged her shoulders, "It is the system coming down on a working girl, making a living the best way I can. Girls like me don't get the good jobs and nice offices. There are no victims. It was a business transaction."

The judge almost laughed but kept her composure, "Quite interesting. You would have been required to serve 10 months for your repeat offenses. Instead, you will be required to wear a stainless steel chastity belt for a full 10 months. In addition, you may decide between working in a homeless shelter four hours a day for the same 10 months or you can live in a homeless shelter for 90 days as a full time volunteer. This will teach you the value of what you take for granted and how you will end up if you continue on this path."

"I embrace this," said the girl with a shoulder shrug, "I will live with my fellow humans, men and women that society looks down upon. We will rise up and overthrow the oppressors!"

"As you wish," said the judge, "Your compliance officer will escort you to the fitting room where your chastity belt will be locked on. Report to the shelter on 11th Street tomorrow. Bring absolutely nothing with you except the clothes you are wearing and I do mean these very same clothes. Your compliance officer will be there to greet you and check on your progress without advance notice. Mind you, if I'm informed you have gone back to your old ways, I will have any and all remaining orifice restricted as well!"

Dennison held her arms up as she left and shouted out a few lines of an old song, "I will survive!"

The third person went up on command, "Dr Thomas, your practice has been implicated, with your direct and willful involvement, of defrauding insurance companies and the Medicare system. You would surely have received two years at the very least. Have you any statement?"

The good doctor spoke softly, "Your Honor, I have done wrong, misguided, tempted by greed. I wish to make full restitution and whatever punishment you deem appropriate. I stand here guilty and ready to answer for it."

"Very well, Dr," said the judge, "Full restitution is indeed part of it. In addition, you will either dedicate one day a week for the next two years in your practice to treat those without insurance or you will work free of charge in a free clinic for one week a month for the next six months."

"It is fair and just punishment, your Honor," said the doctor, "I'll treat the non-insured. As a gesture of my intentions to make amends, I will also donate my time to a free clinic. Thank you your Honor."

Apparently, the good doctor was quite keen to make points and avoid any time behind bars. I could see how that would be motivation to do almost anything to keep out of prison.

One more person before my turn. I was getting nervous and needed the bathroom. That latte needed to be released. As the next fellow got up to approach the bench I asked the bailiff if I could go to the bathroom? He said I should wait, my turn would be in a few minutes. I tried to hold it and listen to what the next fellow did.

He had abused his young child or something. He was looking at a year and the judge gave him the choice of being spanked every day for the next 18 months or having his wife be spanked for allowing him to mistreat the child. I thought that sounded odd, and my intuition was correct.

"Your honor," said the man, "I was brought up this way. I don't know any better. I was abused as a child. I can't help myself. Perhaps it would be better that my wife assume the punishment so that she might know how I was raised?"

The judge responded in a huff, "It was a trick question, Mr Pardue, you still will not take responsibility for your actions. I further order you to be spanked with a leather strap 10 licks every day. If you fail to visit the legal compliance center for your punishment, a warrant will be issued and you will go to jail."

He was combative and the bailiff nearly had to restrain him. He left and it was my turn. They called my name, Ms Matthews, and I stood to face the music, my pulse raised and my skin felt clammy.

The judge addressed me, "Ms Matthews, you are a habitual offender of illegally parking in handicapped spaces. I see six tickets in the last six months for a total of $1,200 and I suspect those are merely the times you've been caught. Obviously, from the way you are dressed and the car I see on the tow sheet, money is not a deterrent for you. Do you have anything to say in your defense?"

I stammered, which is uncharacteristic of me, "Your Honor, I'm deeply sorry and I pledge to never do it again. I did not grasp the seriousness of my offense."

I guess I must have unconsciously been dancing a bit because the judge remarked about it as she stated my choices, "Ms Matthews, you look like a little girl trying not to wet herself. You will be done momentarily. You would have been sentenced to nine months for the first three alone. This state has taken a very dim view of this type of blatant offense. Instead I am giving you the option to ride public transit for the next two years with your car impounded for the duration or your other choice is to simulate a disability for three months and I will grant you a handicapped tag so you may see how much those spots really help the truly handicapped."

Mentally, I did the math. Other than parking in handicapped spots, I generally had good intuition about making hard choices. Two years without a car or three months of a simulated disability. I felt I had no choice so I opted for the three months disability.

"Your Honor," I started, "What kind of disability would I be experiencing?"

The judge looked at me and said flatly, "NO QUESTIONS! Make a choice or I will assign one."

"I will take the simulated disability," I said quickly, not wanting to anger her.

"Very well," said the judge, "Report to Memorial General Hospital this evening at 8:00 PM for your appointment. You will meet with your compliance officer and a doctor will examine you to determine the best method to simulate your disability. Everything else will be explained there."

I was handed my paperwork by the bailiff and left. I read the paperwork that stated the simulated disability would be for three months but the effects may take up to another two to three months to wear off. I didn't bargain for that. At least I'd still be driving and I could keep using the best parking spots without fear of being ticketed or towed!

With the traffic from the courthouse and needing to hail a cab, I was a little late getting back and my boss was all over me that day. I explained the details as I knew them to my boss. She was not very impressed. After all, what kind of marketing person couldn't talk their way out of this sort of thing?

I went home and had a light supper before changing into my casual but form-fitting jeans and large, strategically ripped sweatshirt for my appointment. I had to call a ride because I couldn't get the release of my car without the compliance officer's signature on my court paperwork.

[willnotwill]

I remember this story the first time around.    Very nice.

 

[CDfm]

Looks like a really good story. 

[BoTox]

I'm releasing it May 3, 2019 along with a paperback version.

[Summertime]

On 4/28/2019 at 12:49 PM, BoTox said:

I'm releasing it May 3, 2019 along with a paperback version.

What happened to "A room with a view" will that be published?

[BoTox]

11 hours ago, Summertime said:

What happened to "A room with a view" will that be published?

It is coming. Set for release June 22.

[Summertime]

9 hours ago, BoTox said:

It is coming. Set for release June 22.

Good to hear, I remember "The Best Parking Spaces" from here and have just reread it, even better the second or perhaps the third time. I've just bought "Halo from Hell" which looks like another interesting read. Thanks, Chris

[Summertime]

I have just finished "Halo from Hell" I had forgotten that it was originally posted as "Three months in Hell", still a very good read and worth 5 stars on Goodreads, it finished with a question mark about Lola and Trey, is there a follow up? 

[BoTox]

4 hours ago, Summertime said:

I have just finished "Halo from Hell" I had forgotten that it was originally posted as "Three months in Hell", still a very good read and worth 5 stars on Goodreads, it finished with a question mark about Lola and Trey, is there a follow up? 

Yes, I altered the title. I thought it was a bit more descriptive and a play on words. That one was rougher than I'd remembered and it needed quite a bit of clean up to get it to a state I was happy with.

As for Trey and Lola, not currently a sequel. I had thoughts of it but I have so many irons in the fire right now.

I'm glad you enjoyed it. I'll be giving another book away in a few weeks when A Room with a View comes out. Maybe I should put a poll up to see what book folks would like?

[Summertime]

Shame about Lola and Trey, By Court Order is next on the list to read, as I recall you have quite a back catalogue from this and other sites to catch up on.

 

[BoTox]

41 minutes ago, Summertime said:

Shame about Lola and Trey, By Court Order is next on the list to read, as I recall you have quite a back catalogue from this and other sites to catch up on.

 

I'd do a Trey and Lola if I could do it justice but I'm over a year out as it stands. I rushed a few of my early stories and I'm trying to be more deliberate. I set them aside for a week or more and come back to see what I missed the last go around.

I've got a lot more in the hopper to clean up and get whipped into publishable condition. Then I have to come up with some kind of cover art. I don't want to just toss a generic Amazon art piece at it. Seems like a cop out.

I still have the whole Ingrid series to edit and get published sometime this year. Ingrid is one of my favorites but I want to be sure I do her justice because if Mistress Ingrid isn't happy, EVERYONE will end up in diapers. LOL

Too bad kinky books don't make enough to earn a living. I've got a dozen book ideas I've never done more than write the few paragraphs of the plot.

[Summertime]

Checking back I think that I only read "Mistress Ingrid: New Recruits" but flicking through it doesn't seem very familiar but looks an interesting series.

I do wonder whether many of the other "main stream" kinky authors make any money or whether, apart from "50 Shades" they remain for a select few especially with an AB / DL theme, hopefully having them on the DD e-book list might help