He had found a strap. An old leather strap, probably used to wrap about a chest or crate. Folding it in half, he swung it a few times in the air, making it whistle, and then he brought it down on a nearby crate. The snap as it crashed into the wooden structure caused Leah to jump up.
“You can’t be serious about using that!” she said, alarmed.
Rick grinned. “Don’t worry. That was a practise swing. But this is supposed to be a punishment. You haven’t changed your mind?”
“No, I’ve not changed my mind,” said Leah in a mouse-like voice. “Please, spank me.”
“Good, because I think you deserve this. Reckless endangerment. You could have crashed off the road and be seriously hurt or even killed!”
Leah began to sniffle; dragging her hand across her nose and circling a reddening eye, she tried to staunch the brimming tears before they fell.
“What about other road users? You should treat them with respect too,” he said, coming to stand next to her upturned bottom.
“I know,” she sobbed. “I’ve been very silly.”
He stroked his hand down her bottom, a cool hand against her warmth. “Let me make it better,” he said with soft irony.
The breathing technique had to be mastered to perfection to cope with the strap. She hid her eyes, unable to look and gritted her teeth.
Thwack! The noise reached her ears just before the sting and she let out a yowl of pain.
“One,” said Rick. “Try to keep still.”
“I’m trying,” exclaimed Leah, perching on her tiptoes.
The second landed below the first and its intensity was no less than the first. No worse either. By the time he had completed the first set of six, the shock had dissipated and she concentrated on absorbing the pain.
His hand rubbed her cheeks, dispersing the discomfort. “You’re certainly heating up the room,” he said sardonically.
She wanted to say something rude in return, but kept her mouth shut. The next six were about to start.
Did it get easier or harder with each snap of his strap? Becoming more vocal, she yelled, cried out, and suppressed a few curses. His voice held steady, saying the count and occasionally he pushed her back in position. Then he said something that made her blush with embarrassment.
“Put your legs closer together, Miss Leah. I don’t want to hit those lovely pink pussy lips.”
Leah was mortified. She couldn’t help her body’s response. It had grown from a buzz of excitement to an electrified pulse, which she tried to deny existed. Between the spanks, she couldn’t help but be enticed by the scenario, the location, her naked bottom, and his clothed body standing over her. The punishment hurt, so did the shame of it, and she couldn’t hide those emotions as she came close to tears and wailing at him. Underneath it all, she had other sentiments, ones she didn’t understand or perhaps wanted to ignore.
The last six seemed t
o be no harder to bear and she held her position well. He complimented her on it afterwards. The welts burnt into her buttocks, like she had been sitting on a hot water bottle for too long. The rubbing helped, as he eased the stripes of pain away, leaving one mass of blurred soreness.
“Let’s get you home,” he said, easing her up into his arms.
It was their first embrace. She sniffled into his pointy lapels and he patted her back, as if uncertain whether she wanted the comfort. Gaining confidence, his other hand stroked her hair, giving her scalp prickles of delight. The dress fell back down and she became aware of the coldness in the air. She shivered.
He kept his arm about her shoulders as he walked her to the car, remembering to switch off the lights as he left the building.
“Now, Miss Leah, when you sit in my car, I want that skirt up high. Let that hot bottom rest on the cool leather seat,” he told her.
Leah now knew why he had kept her knickers. “Oh my! My tights. I left them…” She had bundled them on her handbag and they were missing.
“Not to worry. It will give the workmen some amusement.”
“Workmen? You said it was abandoned.”
“Kind of. They were here in the day clearing the building. Not exactly a working warehouse. I knew they would be gone by evening. Nobody would pay them to do that at night.”
“You… you…” She glared at him.