As soon as I sat down in the car everything about me changed. I was angrier. He still had my phone. He was still going to punish me. Everything I ate suddenly felt twice as large in my stomach and I still had half of a burger in a take home container.
“Just give me back my phone.”
“Were you rude to the waitress?”
“Yes,” I said.
“Were you rude to me?”
“Yes,” I said.
“Did you continue to be rude through the whole meal?”
It was that threat of a spanking that had ruined it. No, not a threat, a promise, the promise of being punished. It was his fault. No, it was my fault. I knew I had no ground but I didn’t want to compromise. I didn’t want to surrender. I deserved everything I was going to get.
“Just take me home,” I said.
“Yours or mine?”
I sighed.
“Yours,” I said. “Look, I guess I wasn’t in a good mood and playing games helps me. I just wanted, I don’t know, to feel better.”
“But you didn’t. That game didn’t improve anything. You could have talked to me. You could have said something but instead you chose to escape and when I called you on it you just ignored me.”
“I didn’t ignore you,” I said.
“Yes, you did. I want you to slip your pants and your underwear down right now and get over my lap.”
I looked him in the eye. It was dark. We were in the back of the parking lot. There wasn’t anyone else around. It was unlikely someone would see me, but hear me? They might just hear me if he gave me a good spanking. I wanted to refuse. I wanted to get spanked. It was a mixture of feelings that made me want to strike out in anger and cry at the same time.
I unbuckled my belt, put my thumbs in the waistband of my pants and underwear, the dress slacks and white briefs he had picked out for me to go job hunting. I pushed them down, all of the way to my ankles, felt the leather on my bare ass for a moment before he signaled for me to lay across his lap. I looked out but no one was around, not even a sound in the parking lot. I got up, knees on the space in the middle of the bench seat, hands out towards the door. I worked myself into position until my ass was vulnerable.
He swatted me a few times. Everything I had felt all day, my feeling of anger, my feeling of regret, my embarrassment felt like it was in my bones. The pain began to build, but it was familiar despite his force. The pain held in my cheeks, each strike felt like it went through my body then back again to those two points, those two soft, round globes. I swear it wasn’t the pain though that caused me to cry at first. It was everything else. I finally had some way to release myself, some place where I could be weak.
I sobbed quietly into my forearms and he paused for a moment, shifted me a little, then continued. I cried as he spanked me. Me over his lap in his car and in a parking lot. We were so vulnerable. I was so vulnerable and yet with him I felt safe. One cheek, then the other in a rhythm that echoed in the enclosed space until my sobs got louder.
It was a struggle to not scream, to bring attention neither of us wanted, but I did it, though the sound of him hitting my ass wasn’t much quieter. It ringed in my ears as I cried everything out over his thighs. It felt good to have done it. I felt relieved. I felt empty in some satisfying way.
Finally, I begged him to stop which he did. I felt my shirt halfway up my back. All emotion was gone from me. I felt my pants and underwear around my ankles which had become locked around each other. My cock and balls smashed against his leg. I felt as if I had gone through a great darkness only to return to my body in that car.
“Have you learned your lesson?” he asked.
“Yes sir,” I said.
“Get up,” he said.
Once I had the strength I pushed myself up from his lap and back to my seat where I sat for a moment and yelped in pain only to reach for my pants and underwear and drag them up over my red, bruised butt. When I sat back down I leaned onto the door, shifted as far as I could on one end of a cheek.
“What lesson did you learn?”
“To be more respectful to you and to other people. I won’t play my games at the dinner table when we’re out to eat.”
“And?”
The question caught me off guard at first as I wiped the tears away from my eyes. I felt my face was red, possibly as red as my ass, snot clogged my nose. It felt like everything was trying to leave my body, even me. I thought for a moment about what had happened, then I remembered what he had told me in the car.
“That I should talk to you and tell you what I’m feeling instead of distracting myself.”
“Good,” he said. “Now buckle up.”
It hurt to shift when I did, but I managed to do it without crying or yelling, but once it was in place I went back to the farthest part of skin I could. It barely felt better than my whole ass but it was something.
We drove back in silence. I fell asleep by the time we got there, but awoke when he pulled into the driveway. He parked the car, turned off the headlights and ignition, undid his seat belt. I watched him get out, go the house door, unlock it and open it. I thought for a moment he would forget about me, but then I saw him headed back to the car. I moved away from the door before he opened it. He reached down, undid my seat belt, then put his arm around my back, under my thighs, and lifted me out. I felt safe and warm in his arms. He carried me inside to the bathroom where he set me on my feet. I leaned against the counter and he started the water before going back and closing the main door.
When he got back to me he turned me a little, undid my shirt, my belt buckle was all ready open, so he undid my pants and helped me out of them. He stripped me down, put his hand on my shoulder and led me over to the tub where I stepped inside and lowered myself into the water. I positioned myself on the least amount of my ass possible, leaned back into the tub to decrease the weight.
He waited until the water was past my navel before he turned it off. It felt strangely rewarding after such a punishment but then again there had been two parts to my day. There had been one part where I worked really hard and had been successful and another when I had failed miserably.
At his urging I leaned forward and he slowly did my back. There was barely any feeling in my ass, just small twinges. When I was clean he helped me out and dried me off, hugged me, then walked me to the desk in his room where he told me to sit. I did so obediently. He placed a pen and paper in front of me.
“I want you to write, ‘I will be more respectful of people.’ on one line, then the next to write, ‘I will not smoke.’ Write those two sentences until I get out of the shower. You’re going write the second line fifty times every night for a week before bedtime. Do you understand me?”
“Yes sir,” I said.
He left me there and for a moment I thought about not writing those sentences. I thought about going to him, forcing my way into the shower, and kissing him. I wanted to be in the shower. I wanted to help bathe him, but I knew I was too tired and I had my penance. Instead I picked up the pen and I began to write.
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