When we got into the car we made out for a few minutes. Kissing him is honestly one of my favourite things to do in the world. I get completely lost in him. And I needed it so bad that night. By the time he said we should probably go, it's possible only a few minutes had passed, but I was already just a pile of girl jello. I nodded and held onto his hand.

He must have been able to tell where I was. How close I was. How subby I felt. As we approached a stop sign he said he was going to slap my thigh and then give me 7 seconds to cum. I would be allowed to cum if I could, but if I missed that window...who knows when I would have another chance.

He asked if I understood. I managed to give a breathy 'yes Daddy' as started to comprehend the short time span he had given me and tried to start moving towards an orgasm.

He stopped at the stop sign, I was already breathing heavily with anticipation, I was already close. He slapped my leg. Hard. The pain catapulted me towards an orgasm. I moaned and pushed towards it more. He was counting. With each wave of pain I pushed harder towards the orgasm. I thought he was counting slow, but he was already at 4. I grasped desperately for the edge of the orgasm and found it somewhere between 6 and 7. And pulled myself over the edge towards him.

But then it was a total free fall. I was tumbling through an incredibly big orgasm. I had fought so hard to get there, it surprised me when I did...and with its intensity. I was reeling.

As I came back down he held my hand and asked if I was alright, I think it had surprised him too. He told me he was proud of me. And then tried to help me back to reality. We weren't far from the bar where we were meeting our friends, so I needed to be able to function. I was still quite flustered as we arrived, but I dont think anyone noticed...