A Driver's Nightmare

Part 1
by Mike Redbotham

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Drivers' Nightmare
It had been snowing heavily; the roads on the hills around our city were blocked resulting in long delays. However our city, in the valley, had escaped the worst and the roads were reasonably clear.
Having to take a friend home late at night, I joined the eastern by-pass at a roundabout, having right of way before a lorry, which was travelling in the same direction.
He followed me closely to the next roundabout. Being a local driver and knowing that there are speed cameras on this road, I kept to the 40mph limit. Although by this time snow had ceased falling, the roads were still treacherous.
The lorry followed me closely with full headlights blazing in my rear and side view mirrors.
I felt I had no option but to slow to what I considered a safe speed with a huge vehicle so close behind my small saloon. I opened my window and tried to gesture to the driver to pull back but with no effect.
As I reached the next roundabout, I was able to accelerate away from the lorry and resume the speed limit of 40mph. However, within a short distance, he again caught up with me and took up station extremely closely, still with headlights blazing. Again, I felt it necessary to slow to a safe speed. When we reached a traffic light controlled crossing the lorry took the right hand lane whilst I continued ahead, thus ending this worrying ordeal.
I was furious and am sick and tired of bullying drivers trying to force others to drive beyond the safe speed by 'tailgating'. On returning home I found the name of the company which owned the lorry on the Internet and fired off an e-mail complaining of the driver's conduct.
I was working at home the next day when the doorbell rang. Opening the door, I was confronted by a tall young man with long blond locks, looking very sheepish.
"I am the driver who followed you last night", he said, "My company has sent me to apologise to you".
"You had better come in", I replied.
As I directed him to the living room, I eyed him up. He was not your typical, fat, big gutted lorry driver. It was obvious he worked out with his broad shoulders and narrow hips.
"What's your name?"
"Chris".
"And what have you got to say for yourself?"
"I'm sorry. I was stuck in the snow for four hours, late for my delivery and
trying to make up time."
"Obviously, you wanted me to drive faster than was safe. And, if I had been driving faster, 5, 10 or even 20 miles per hour, how much time would that have saved you? 2, maybe 3, minutes at the most! Would that have justified risking an accident?"
"I suppose not. I can only say I'm sorry."
"I'm afraid that is not good enough! You need to be taught a lesson that such driving is simply not acceptable. Have you never heard of safe stopping distances?"
"Well, yes and I should have been further back. My company wants to know if you will accept my apology."
"Well, I don't! I think you need to be punished so that you don't forget this incident and, more importantly, remember to drive with more consideration in the future. Especially as you are a professional driver and it reflects very badly on your company. Do you agree that you deserve to be punished?"
"I suppose so", he muttered.
"Speak up, boy!"
"I suppose I do, Sir".
'That's better', I thought. "It only remains to decide who should punish you, the Police, your Company……..or me!"
He looked at me quizzically. "What do you mean?"
"Do I report you to the Police, ask your company to punish you, or punish you myself?"
"How w, w, would you p, p, punish me?" he stammered.
"Have you ever had a good hiding?" I asked.
He blushed, "N, n, not since I was about 14. My father gave me a belting for answering my mother back", he replied.
"So, how old are you now. Tell me about your belting".
"I'm 27. My Dad sent me to my room and told me to take my jeans off. Then he came up, made me bend over the bed and gave me 6 swipes with his belt on my bum."
"Well, I think it's about time you had another to teach you respect for other road users. But, it's up to you. You can accept a good bare bottom spanking from me, or I can ask your company to punish you or report the incident to the Police. It's your decision!"
"Well, I certainly don't want the Police involved and I don't want to lose my job. I suppose I could take a spanking. Will you tell the company that you'll drop the complaint?"
"It's not a soft option. But if you take all I dish out then yes I will ring
your company and tell them I've accepted your apology and am satisfied that you will drive responsibly in future."
"OK, what do you want me to do?"
"Take off your overalls."
He bent over to unlace and take off his boots then shrugged off his overalls.
His tight white T-shirt revealed, rather than covered, his will developed pecs, a neat pyramid displaying his nipples on each one. His tight jeans clung to his muscular thighs and bubble butt, a promising bulge in the front.
I sat on a high chair and ordered, "Come here".
I unbuckled his wide leather belt, pulling it completely out of the loops and undid the popper and zip on his jeans, peeling them down over his snake like hips. I let them fall to his ankles, leaving his white briefs in place and
revealing his strong, tanned thighs, covered in fine, fair hairs. He was
trembling slightly, whether from nerves or excitement I couldn't tell. That
bulge, however, looked even more promising without the denim covering. The belt would be useful later. This guy was going to regret trying to intimidate me!
"Over my knee!"
He hesitated. "Do it!"
Carefully, he positioned himself over my knee, supporting his shoulders with his muscular arms on the floor, his butt in the air. I pushed his T-shirt up to his broad shoulders, grabbed the waistband of his briefs and roughly pulled them down to his knees. His young buttocks, firm, smooth and beautifully rounded were mine, all mine. They were a perfect target, pure white against his tanned highs and waist. They would not remain white for long.
My left hand firmly on his waist, I asked, "Are you ready for your just
punishment, Chris?"
"Yes, Sir." The guy was learning!
My first stroke was quite gentle; I wanted to feel that firm flesh. Chris
visibly relaxed so was not ready for my second, which was hard, and across both cheeks. SMACK! He gasped and clenched his buttocks tightly. The next two were as hard and on the same spot. SMACK! SMACK! Already those fair buns were beginning to colour up.
My next were angled to where those firm mounds rose proudly from his tanned thighs. He grunted on each and thrust his pelvis into my thighs. Again and again I slapped his bottom; each slap followed by a grunt the pelvic thrust. His bum was now bright pink so I turned my attention to the backs of those strong thighs. SLAP on the right thigh, SLAP on the left thigh. These elicited an 'Ahhh' from the young man, clearly in pain.
Back to the buttocks, now hard and fast and he started to squirm on my lap, still grinding his hips into my legs. Was I imagining it or was there a strong growth burgeoning between my thighs?
Mercilessly, I continued to pound his red-hot cheeks, my own hand beginning to hurt now. But, no, I wasn't imagining it. The bugger was getting a hard on!
At last, I told him to get up.
He struggled a bit, with his jeans around his ankles and pants around his knees so couldn't hide his massive erection, standing to attention. But he eventually got up and stood there, jeans and pants around his ankles, hands cupped in front of his groin, only a T-shirt for any sort of dignity. He looked thoroughly miserable, tears beading in his big blue eyes. But erections don't lie.
"It looks like you enjoyed that. But I haven't finished with you yet, young man.
Step out of your jeans and pants, take off your T-shirt and turn round." I
wanted to inspect my handiwork.
Silently, he obeyed.
It was a beautiful sight! His broad shoulders, flawless, tanned back tapering down in the classic V shape to his slim waist and hips. His red, shapely bubble butt atop his strong, long thighs.
"Bend over the arm of that chair", I ordered, legs spread. He was utterly
compliant by now and did as I commanded.
I could see the back of his ball sack between his legs and the pretty pink
portal to his innards in the hairless crack between his buttocks. With my hand firmly on the smooth flesh of his waist, Chris was again entirely at my mercy as I resumed his spanking. SLAP on his left cheek, SLAP on the right cheek, one on the back of each thigh.
But my slaps were not so hard and I let my hand linger, enjoying the feel of his hot flesh, my fingers wandering between the crack towards the puckered pink ring, which I was going to enter…..later.
Chris was squirming again, grinding his pelvis into the padded arm of the chair. This was excitement, not pain.
However, he had more pain to come.
"Stand up, face that wall, about 2 feet in front of it. Put your arms straight up above your head and lean against the wall."
Chris obeyed, no attempt now to hide his long thick penis, reaching almost to his belly button in the centre of his flat, hard stomach.
I kicked his legs further apart. In this position, his bum was jutting out, an ideal target for the belt.
I took off my own shirt and, bare-chested I picked up his wide leather belt, folded it in two and laid it hard across his undefended buttocks, THWACK!
Chris let out an involuntary "Aaahh" and his knees buckled slightly but he
quickly resumed the position as I laid two more blows, THWACK, THWACK.
"I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" he wailed
THWACK
"I'll be more careful in future"
THWACK
"Promise! I can't take any more!" he cried.
THWACK - one last crack across his, now scarlet, arse.
"OK, you can turn round.
Tears were streaming down his fair young cheeks; his blond locks had darkened with perspiration, his shapely, hairless arms hung loosely by his side. He looked thoroughly crestfallen but……his cock was as hard and proud as ever!
I untied my track suit bottoms and let them fall. I had to help them over my own erection but stood there before him, equally naked.
"It looks like you enjoyed that. Let's see if you enjoy this too. Back over that chair."
A slight smile played across his full lips. "Yes SIR!"
Back across the chair, legs spread, cute, red-hot butt in the air, what a sight!
And waiting for me. He knew what was coming this time.
My hot, hard, moist cock soon found that pretty pink puckered portal. I grabbed those narrow hips and thrust straight into his welcoming innards.
An "Aaarhh", this time of sheer ecstasy from Chris…….and one from me too.
My groins slapped against his burning cheeks as I started to fuck him as hard as I could as I held onto his hips as he bucked to take more and more of my cock.
Still joined in glorious intercourse, I leant back and slapped his bum again.
Left cheek, right cheek, then both together. Not too hard, his bum was sore enough.
As I fucked him I reached around his waist and let my hands roam up over that flat, hard belly, up to those perfect pecs until I found his hard erect nipples, viscously tweaking each one.
More groans from Chris.
Harder and harder I fucked this naughty young man. Hand entwined in his long fair hair, I twisted his head around and kissed him fully on the lips. He opened them to take my tongue deeply into his mouth. Boy! Was he enjoying his fucking.
I withdrew slightly to feel his rim gripping my cock then plunged deeply into him again.
Grabbing his cock, I exploded into him! Just as Chris shot his load of creamy spunk across the arm of the chair.
My slackening prick still held firmly in the vice like grip of his anus, I
collapsed across his back, his hot buns nestling in my groin, our perspiration mingling together.
"Woooow!", breathed Chris, "I've never had sex like that before. I've never even been fucked!" I levered myself off him and let him stand up. Then I took him in my arms and kissed him tenderly, our cocks rubbing together.
"No more tailgating!", I warned him sternly, "But if you want more of the same, you know where I am."
"I might just take you up on that", he said with a smirk as he started to get dressed and I reached for the phone to ring his company.
"Yes, I think he's learnt his lesson……"

NB MY STORIES ARE FANTASIES AND IN FANTASIES NO-ONE CATCHES ANYTHING NASTY
(UNLESS THE AUTHOR SO DECREES). SO MY CHARACTERS DO NOT USE CONDOMS - THEY GET
IN THE WAY OF AN EROTIC STORY. HOWEVER, REAL LIFE IS NOT A FANTASY, AND PEOPLE
DO CATCH NASTY THINGS SO ALWAYS PRACTICE SAFER SEX!

Let me know if you would like to hear Chris's side of the story....and more instalments.