Backseat driver

We all know, or at least I do anyway, that HH is not a man to be trifled with. Even if a girl is driving her own car, in her own country, the rules of behaving herself and heeding warnings are best to be remembered. And even if she is being perfectly nice and an excellent hostess come tour guide come chauffeur, she is not immune from being punished. Alas for me I had to be reminded, the hard way!

I admit there were one or two instances when HH wasn't best pleased with my driving and he was possibly right. OK, OK he was right. I did take one or two corners a lil bit too fast. But it was more my attitude to his blatant back seat driving that was the problem. A gentle request to slow down a bit was met with my tongue being stuck out firmly in his direction. And his well meaning suggestion to keep my eyes on the road was answered by me poking his ribs.

But I finally noted the 'you're in trouble' vibe and wisely decided to behave. So when he suggested pulling over for a walk I had no reason to be alarmed. Walks are nice, walks on secluded lane ways are even nicer; so peaceful and quiet. But as we walked I noticed HH was preoccupied, looking for something. He confirmed my suspicions by shaking his head and muttering about the lack of suitable places to spank a girl.

I couldn't condole with him, being decidedly relieved. (OK, I recognised I was in trouble but at least he'd have to wait until we got home). Except as we returned to my car he he took me by the wrist, sat down on a nearby boulder and hauled me over his lap. The fact my bottom faced away from the road was not so much a blessing considering I had to look onto the road.

Mortified doesn't begin to describe my feelings and I prayed no cars would pass, knowing he wouldn't stop if one did. And even worse, it hurt. No gentle 'just making a point' spanking for me. No it was all proper, hard spanks that sounded so loud I was sure the people in the next town could hear. And if anyone was watching or passed by at that time (I honestly don't know between the hiding of head in arms and the sound of the smacking) I was a very sorry sight indeed. Kicking and wriggling over his lap tying unsuccessfully to keep my protests to a minimum.

When he let me up I was lightheaded with relief. Which lasted two seconds until he tugged my trousers and knickers down and over his lap I went again. Lecturing sternly, he smacked me until I was yelping and promising to behave.

On finally being let up I was quick to pull up my clothing, only to be reminded I had to ask permission before I could do so. And down they went once more and across his knee I went again, for another volley of smacks. The next time I was allowed up, I stood miserably in front of him until I was given permission to dress. And then buried my head in his shoulder wth the shame of what had just passed.

At this point he thought a photo would be appropriate, a fitting reminder of what happens to naughty girls who misbehave in the car. And I really had no wish to to be disobedient and incur another spanking.

So here I am, my very red bottom glowing.



And when this car passed us by my face turned a matching shade of scarlet. I'm still squirming thinking about it!