he said, bringing his hand down in a rapid arc to impact with first one bottom cheek and then the other. Her cries would have moved Sean had he not been so fascinated by how her plump globes flattened and then sprang back to blossom with the imprint of his large hand. “You should know better than to let your car get to that point – especially the tires - and your boyfriend is a mechanic, for Christ’s sake!” She opened her mouth to defend herself, then closed it again, deciding that it might go better for her if she just kept her mouth shut. Nothing she was going to say at this point – or probably any other – was going to stop him from spanking her. He continued to swat her vigorously as he spoke, and Tess began to long for the improbable protection of her tiny panties. At least it would be something between her blazing bottom and his leathery palm. “I can’t imagine why you would be so careless. Your inspection sticker was almost a year out of date! Your registration sticker lapsed six months ago. What if you were stopped by a cop?” Should she tell him that she’d already been there, done that? Hell no, she answered herself quietly within her own mind. What he didn’t know wouldn’t hurt her and besides, how could she stop crying long enough to tell her that the nice officer had given her two weeks to get whatever needed to be done to her car and get it inspected. He’d even gone the extra mile and said that if she did it within that timeframe, and brought him proof of it, he would tear up the ticket. That was over three months ago, of course. She had been pouring every cent back into the shop, and didn’t plan to spare any money towards fixing up the car until she absolutely had to - that would be when turned the key and it refused to start. Then she would put money into her jalopy, and not a second before. Now, though, as her poor butt became redder and redder from his tender ministrations, she knew that those days were gone. Even if she ended up owing him a partnership in her shop, she was going to do whatever she needed to avoid ending up back here. Those vows were wholeheartedly reinforced when he took a step back and to the side of her, and she heard the tinkling of a belt buckle being loosened. Her heart skipped a beat.He was going to take his belt to her backside! She was already sobbing and crying and begging just from his hand – how was she ever going to survive being flailed by that well-worn strip of leather? Sean wasn’t of a mind to give her time to dwell on that question. There was an unmistakable sound as the belt slid through its loops. In one motion, he doubled it and brought it down across the backs of her thighs, a place to which he had heretofore paid little attention. Tessa couldn’t help it. She reared up, threw her head back and let loose a long, loud scream that she was sure his neighbors could hear, even though his closest was three miles away. It was the only time Sean had wavered during one of her punishments, wondering if, perhaps, he was being too hard on her. Then he remembered that she had repeatedly passed him every morning on those bald tires, doing at least seventy-five in a fifty mile-an-hour zone. Resolutely, he striped her again with the leather, this time diagonally across her bottom, so that any subsequent strokes would criss-cross. He made sure that there were plenty more; his belt again and again sliced through the air, striping her bottom and thighs. Slowly, her mind began to travel; she had come to a place beyond the point of beyond-control, then beyond that - touching down at a place of complete submission.
