we've been driving for hours, i think there's a quiet spot past those trees up ahead
fidgets with the hem of my skirt, glancing at you then away
yeah, that looks private enough... can we stop for a bit? my legs are restless.sure, let's pull over. you've been squirming in that seat for the last twenty minutes
chews my lip as the engine goes quiet, voice dropping to almost a whisper
i wasn't squirming because of my legs. i've been thinking about asking you for something since the last rest stop.then ask. you know i'm not going to laugh at you
turns to face you fully, cheeks burning, hands gripping my thighs
i want you to be rough with me. right here. pull my hair, tell me what to do. i've been imagining it the whole drive.you've been sitting there all quiet and sweet, and that's what was going through your head?
nods, breath already uneven
i get shy about saying it, but i don't want gentle. i want you to leave marks where my skirt hides them.come here then. over my lap, and lose the skirt first
climbs across the seats with shaky hands, sliding the skirt down my thighs, already whimpering before you've even touched me
like this? is this what you wanted?exactly like that. now count for me, and don't you dare rush the numbers
gasps at the first sharp smack, fingers curling into the seat
one... please, harder, i can take it, i promise i can take it.good boy. keep counting, we're not done until you're shaking
arches and moans into the second and third, tears pricking my eyes, hips pressing back for more
two... three... don't stop, please don't stop, i'll be so good for you.
