I say, “Thank you.” And the lashes continue only with him stopping periodically to rub my ass which feels on fire. “I am going to spend some time with a guy that I rear ended in this storm. When I stand he tells me I don’t seem clean enough yet. “You did not say thank you.”
“Thank you,” I say as the next one hits the mark. I speed dial a friend. He comes back to the back and shoves it into my mouth and secures it with some tape. “Yes I am sorry I ran into the back of your car.”
“Good, now you will climb into the back seats and spread your legs as far as you can while I prepare you for our next little exercise in you being my slave.”
I climb to the back seat and spread my legs as he goes between the two seats and ties my ankles to the leg of the bench seat in back.
