I heard her unzip her handbag and then I felt a bit of a sting as she began smacking my tush with the brush. It didn't hurt, but then, I did have the denim material between her hairbrush and my skin.
"Ma'am?"
"Yes, Daniel?"
I was almost too embarrassed to ask.
"May I pull my pants down and have you hand spank the seat of my boxers?"
"Yes you may."
I sat up, then reached for the button and zipper of my pants, and slid them down to my knees. I blushed as I realized she was watching me, knowing she could see my erection standing up in my boxers.
"Over my knees, Daniel,” she told me.
"Yes ma'am."
I gathered my nerve and eased myself over her lap again. The warmth of her thighs came through the material of her skirt and I could feel it against my stomach. The position was so embarrassing, especially for a man of my age, but at the same time, it was exciting and arousing. I felt her hands pushing my jeans a little further down my legs and then resting them on the seat of my boxers. My cock hardened more. I knew she could feel it. I began feeling her hand swats on fanny. It didn't hurt too bad, but then, I did have the cotton material between her hand and my skin.
"Ma'am?"
"Yes, Daniel?"
"Would you use your hairbrush on the seat of my boxers?"
"Yes I will."
I felt a bit more of a sting as she began smacking my tush with the brush. It didn't hurt all that bad, but then, I did have the cotton material between her hairbrush and my skin. I began to want more.
"Ma'am?"
"Yes, Daniel?"
I swallowed what felt like a log in my throat and looked over my left shoulder at her.
"Would you take down my boxers and spank my bare bottom?"
"Are you sure, Daniel?"
"Yes ma'am."
"Have you been a naughty boy?"
My dick hardened every time she called me a naughty boy. It was beginning to feel like a tree limb.
"Yes ma'am. I've been a naughty boy. I've been very naughty and I need to be punished."
"And does this naughty boy need his bare bottom spanked?"
"Yes ma'am. I need it. I need it bad."
"And you know that I'm not going to stop until I'm good and ready, don't you?"
"Yes ma'am. I know you're not going to stop even if I beg and plead for you to."
"That's right, Daniel. Now are you prepared for your spanking and the consequences?"
"Yes ma'am."
"And you know that I won't stop spanking your bare bottom even if someone walks up and looks in the van, don't you?"
I swallowed again.
"Yes ma'am. If they look in, they will see me getting my bare bottom spanked."
"That's right."
"I want it, ma'am. Please. I want it."
Without further announcement, I felt her fingers slip into the waistband of my Bugs Bunny boxers and slide them down my legs to meet my jeans. I felt the color of my face turn from pink to crimson and I knew that the color of my bottom would soon match.
The first smack of her hand on my ass came suddenly and when she had delivered a couple dozen, she picked up the hairbrush and continued. The next dozen were followed with her scolding and reprimand of my behavior. I cringed, accepting her swats with yelps, apologies, admissions of guilt, and requests for forgiveness. My skin quickly began to sting and I bucked on her lap. My ass was on fire.
"Mommy, please!” I screeched.
"This is what you wanted, young man,” she reminded me.
"I'll be a good boy, Mommy! I promise! I'll be a good boy!” I whimpered.
"Yes, you will certainly be a good boy when I'm finished with you."
As I squirmed on her lap, I could feel her skirt riding up her thighs. I could also feel my cock hard between her thighs. I was embarrassed that I was so hard … embarrassed that it aroused me so much to have my bottom so red and stinging. I couldn't help it.
With my hands on the floorboard to brace and balance myself over her lap, I had no defense against her attack from the rear. She raised the brush and brought it down hard, the sound of it striking my skin echoing in the vehicle.
SMACK!
"Ow! Please, Mommy! I'll be a good boy!"
SMACK!
This time, the strike came down on the other side. Again I reacted with pleas of mercy. Over and over, again and again, she continued the barrage until I finally attempted to protect myself by reaching my right arm around to block the blows.
She grabbed my right wrist with her left hand and pinned it at the small of my back. I was helpless and resigned myself to the onslaught. After a couple dozen more smacks of the brush, she stopped and rubbed my stinging red bottom. I was quietly whimpering.
"Now, can you be a good boy?” she asked.