The car was silent except for the soft patter of rain on the roof. You sat in the passenger seat, your arms crossed, a mixture of defiance and guilt flickering in your eyes. You knew why we were here, why I had pulled off this quiet side road. And yet, when I reached over to guide you across my lap, there was a moment of hesitation.

“You know this is happening,” I said, my voice low but firm. “You earned it.”

You bit your lip, casting your eyes downward, but you moved as I instructed. Your body stretched across my lap, your hands bracing against the door as I adjusted your skirt, pushing it up to expose your bare skin. The tension in the air was palpable, and I could feel your heart racing, mirrored by my own.

The first slap landed sharply, a stinging warmth spreading across your skin. You gasped, your body jerking in surprise. I didn’t stop. The second was just as firm, my hand steady as I brought it down again and again, the sound of each smack reverberating through the car.

I counted aloud as I went. By the fifth, your defiance began to melt. By the tenth, your breaths were uneven, a mixture of soft whimpers and suppressed moans escaping your lips. I paused briefly, running my hand over your warm, reddened skin, savoring the way your body tensed and relaxed beneath my touch.

“Halfway,” I murmured, leaning down so my breath brushed your ear. You let out a soft whine, your hips shifting instinctively, and I couldn’t help but smile.

The remaining ten were slower, more deliberate, each one eliciting a different sound from you—some sharp, some drawn-out. When I finally reached twenty, your body was trembling, and your breathing was ragged. I rubbed my hand over the heat I’d left behind, soothing the sting while letting my fingers linger, teasing just enough to make you squirm.

“Punishment’s over,” I said softly. “But we’re not done.”

You slid back into the passenger seat, your cheeks flushed, your legs slightly parted. The way you looked at me, with a mixture of submission and desire, made me forget the discomfort of the cramped space. I guided you to recline, pulling your hips toward me. My hands pushed your thighs apart as I leaned down, pressing a kiss against your inner thigh, just where my hand had marked you.

“You’re mine,” I whispered, my voice rough, and you nodded, barely able to form words.

I took my time with you, savoring every tremble, every gasp. Your hands gripped my hair, urging me closer, and I gave you everything, drowning in the way your body responded to me. When you finally shattered, your cries filling the car, I didn’t stop until you were trembling, your fingers tugging at my scalp in overstimulation. Before I could fully pull away, you surprised me. You pushed yourself up, your movements unsteady but determined, and climbed over me. Your hands gripped my shoulders as you straddled me, your body warm and slick against mine. You didn’t wait—you reached down to guide me into you, sinking onto me with a sharp gasp that made my head fall back against the seat.

The rhythm you set was relentless, your hips rolling against mine in a way that made it impossible to think. My hands gripped your waist, helping you move, but it was all you—your determination, your control. You rode me with an intensity that left me breathless, the small space of the car amplifying every sound, every gasp, every moan.

I could feel you tightening around me, your body clenching as you neared the edge again. “Come for me,” I growled, my hands tightening on your hips. You cried out, your nails digging into my shoulders as you tipped over the edge, your body convulsing around me.

The sight of you, the feeling of you, was enough to send me spiraling. I gripped your hips and thrust up into you, the pleasure overwhelming as I spilled into you, filling you completely. You collapsed against me, your head resting on my shoulder, both of us struggling to catch our breath.

For a while, we just stayed like that, tangled together in the humid, fogged-up car. My hand stroked your back, and I pressed a kiss to your temple. “You’re incredible,” I murmured, my voice hoarse.

You lifted your head to look at me, a satisfied smirk playing on your lips. “So are you,” you said softly, leaning in to kiss me.

The rain still fell, steady and unrelenting, but inside the car, there was only warmth, contentment, and the quiet aftermath of everything we’d shared.