by Vicki Blue
“NO!” Quinn instantly regretted her decision to hide the paddle. He was right; things could get worse. She’d never been switched before but instinctively knew that this was going to be a different but equally painful punishment.
And things only got worse when Ned sat down with his legs out of the door and pulled her across his lap.
“Ned! Don’t! People will see!” He wasn’t even taking her in the car, but instead had bottom position outward where anyone driving into the rest stop could see. She put her hand back, mortified, as the sound of a semi’s chugging engine got louder and louder.
“Ned!” Someone’s coming!
“And just in time for the show,” he said, flipping her skirt up. Quinn wore a pair of white panties with scalloped lace edging to the high-cut legs. Her full bottom was barely covered by the triangle of white fabric. She could see the truck slowly roll past just as Ned’s hand fell across the crest of her upturned bum. As she cried out, she heard the brakes of the truck hiss and then the engine rumble as the driver backed up.
“Ned, NO!” Quinn was mortified as the driver leaned out the window.
“Now here’s something you don’t see every day,” he called.
“It is at our house,” Ned said. “Today it’s because she cost me a $150 fine for not wearing her seat belt.”
“Then tan her good,” the driver said. “These roads are too dangerous to ride around without being buckled in.”
He continued to lean out the window, watching.
“Ned, make him leave!” she cried.
“No,” he said. “You brought this on yourself, baby.” He began to spank her in earnest. Quinn tried to keep her dignity intact by remaining stoic, but she could not. Soon she was kicking and sobbing, her bottom bouncing under Ned’s punishing hand. And just when she thought things couldn’t get any worse, the panties came down.
“NOOOOOOO!”
“That was for the ticket,” her husband said. “This is for hiding the paddle.”
The switch was, she decided, worse. Quinn’s already throbbing bum sizzled with pain as the skinned branch wielded line after line of stinging heat across the skin. Tears flowed down her face, dripping off the end of her nose and matting her blonde hair to her cheeks. She tried not to kick, but could not help herself. The trucker’s eyes were fixed on the scene. Ned knew it was a total humiliation for his wife but he would not have her undermining his discipline. He pulled her panties up, feeling her wince as he did so.
The white panties now framed a bottom spanked cherry red with dark welts courtesy of the switch.
“That’s a patriotic butt there,” the driver observed.
Ned looked at him quizzically.
“Red, white and blue!” the driver laughed, pointing.
Ned couldn’t help but laugh, too, even though Quinn was not amused. Her face was scarlet as he put her onto his lap and cradled her. She would not look at the driver, and instead buried her face in Ned’s neck. Later, after some time, the “patriotic butt” line would be one of their favorite private jokes.
But for now, Quinn was deeply embarrassed. There were miles still yet to travel, and she’d have to endure them on a very sore bottom. She vowed she’d never hide anything from Ned again - especially not his paddle.
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