The snow was hell! An Arctic blizzard swept over the hills and not even the busy traffic could keep the roads clear. Why are we never prepared for snow in this country? I had finished my deliveries and was heading, empty, back to base. Then some idiot managed to jack-knife his rig and we all ground to a halt. 4 hours we were held up. I ask you! 4 hours! Boy, was I pissed off! I was on to a hot date that night. Fat chance now! I rang her on the mobile. Not that that did much good. Jeanie was as pissed off as me.
Eventually, we got going again and slowly headed down to the city where my base was. As I got to the by-pass the traffic had thinned out, most traffic going onto the Freeway, and the roads were clearer. She had given me until midnight - I might just make it, it was 11:50!
I had to give way at a roundabout to a small saloon just before a single lane section of the by-pass. “Come on, get a move on!” I thought.
But, no, he was sticking to the speed limit. I got closer and flashed my lights, trying to get him to go faster. But no, the closer I got the slower he went and I couldn’t get past him. Then he started waving out of his window. I thought he wanted me to overtake but there was traffic coming the other way.Eventually, he turned off and I was able to get to base and check the rig in. Too late! I rang Jeanie but she didn’t want to know by then.
I went back to my lonely bed, thoroughly pissed off!
Anyway, the next morning I got up, my usual cheery self and set off for work. The skies had cleared and apparently the snow on the hills was thawing rapidly.
I clocked on and was told that the boss, Geoff, wanted to see me.
I breezed in, “Hi, Geoff. Bit better day!”
I was met with a face like thunder and “What the hell were you up to last night!?”
“What? I got held up in that snow. Some idiot jack-knifed his rig. I was stuck for 4 fucking hours!” I complained.
“I know that but I’ve had some guy on, complaining that you were bullying him down the by-pass by tailgating him. And it’s not the first time, is it?”
“Oh that bastard. He was crawling along and I wanted to get back to see Jeanie.”
“That’s no excuse. You should know there are speed cameras down that bit of the by-pass. Anyway he’s threatening to go to the Police.”
“Oh, shit!”
“You may say ‘Oh, shit’ but if he goes to the Police and you get convicted of dangerous driving you’ll be out on your ear. You know company policy.”
“Yeah. What can I do?”
“Well, I’ve got no deliveries for you to-day, anyway. You’d better get your sorry arse round there and try to get him to change his mind. Apologise, beg, do whatever it takes, to stop him going to the Police. And I want to know from him what the outcome is. Here’s his address, his name’s Redbotham.” (Little did I know how sorry my arse was going to be).
I didn’t have much choice, did I? I had to go and eat humble pie to this old (I guessed) guy, turn on the old Chris charm. Anyway, I found the address easily enough, a neat, unassuming semi in suburbia and rang the doorbell, feeling a little nervous now.
The door opened and it wasn’t exactly the little old man that I was expecting standing there.
He was taller than me, and I’m no short arse, about 50, I guess, with chiseled features and salt and pepper hair. He had broad shoulders and a stern look on his face. Now I was really nervous.
“Mr Redbotham?”
“Yes.”
“I’m the driver who followed you last night,” I said, “My company has sent me to apologise to you”.
To my surprise he asked me in and asked my name.
Then he asked me for an explanation and I told him I was late for my deliveries because of the snow. Couldn’t tell him I’d been up for a fuck, could I?
He then proceeded to give me a good lecture about safe driving. ‘Let him get it off his chest’, I thought.I tried to apologise but he was having none of it. He was obviously intent on making me pay.
“Whatever it takes,” Geoff had said. Obviously, it was going to take more than a groveling apology. Then he started talking about punishment and the Police. ‘Oh, shit!’ I thought, ‘this is not going as planned.’ I was in big trouble.
Then he started talking about punishing me himself. What the hell did he mean?
Then he wanted to know if I’d ever had a spanking. Strange! But I remembered when Dad had thrashed me for answering Mum back. But that was years ago. He asked me about it - not that I could remember much - except it hurt!
I was utterly shocked when he gave me the alternative of having a spanking from him. I was 27 years old for God’s sake!
But “Whatever it takes…” And I guessed I was big enough to take it and get out of this horrible mess I had gotten myself into. I suppose I had been an idiot and deserved it. The trouble women get us into! If I’d known what I was going to get I might have chosen the cops!But I did make sure he’d let me off the hook with Geoff if I submitted to him. I was told to take my overalls off and come to him as he sat on a high chair. As he started to undo my jeans and belt I felt a strange feeling in the pit of my stomach. No man, except Dad, had ever touched me so intimately. My jeans fell to the floor; suddenly I felt 14 years old again.
Then Mr Redbotham wanted me over his knee! That, I wasn’t expecting. He obviously wanted to humiliate me as well as punish me. But, “Whatever it takes…” and there was no going back now. At least I still had my CK’s on.
WRONG! As soon as I had positioned myself over his strong thighs, he pulled up my T-shirt and yanked my boxers down round my knees. Now I felt really vulnerable, my bare arse up in the air, his hot hand firmly holding my waist. Shit! I wanted this over.
He even asked if I was ready.I hardly felt the first strike. ‘Oh this is going to be easy. He’s only playing at it’, I thought. Though it did seem strange having a man’s hand on my bare bum.
WHOOPS! My mistake again. The second caught me an almighty slap across the centre of my bum and I couldn’t help gasping. This bastard certainly wasn’t playing.
And again! And again he spanked me and it was beginning to hurt. He was covering all of my buttocks with vicious hard slaps.I began wriggling to try to escape the blows but it was no use, he was holding me too firmly and my jeans around my ankles and boxers around my knees restricted me even more. He knew what he was doing all right.
Then he started on my thighs and that stung even more. I couldn’t help crying out.What the hell had I got myself into - all to save a few minutes?Harder and faster, he beat me. My arse was really on fire now and I was pushing into his lap, trying to lessen the blows.
Then, the strangest thing of all, I realised I was getting a hard-on! My cock, against the cotton of his trackies encasing those hard thighs, was getting bigger and harder. The more I squirmed, the harder it got. What the hell would he think if he saw it - or even worse felt it? But the heat in my backside was certainly turning me on.
Still he kept at it, spank, spank, spank.
I was totally under his domination. I was a naughty little boy again. A naughty little boy with a massive erection. At last, at long last he told me to get up. I struggled a bit with my clothes round my legs and I knew he had seen my hard on. What now?
I was thoroughly miserable and on the verge of tears. I wanted to rub my poor, pulverised arse but I needed to cover that blasted hard-on.At least it was all over.
WRONG AGAIN!
He made some sneering comment about me enjoying it and told me to strip off completely, he hadn’t ‘done with me’. I had to obey - he was my lord and master now - and there was no point in hiding my cock anymore. If it turned him on, so be it.
Stark naked, I felt his steely grey eyes boring into me.
Then he had me bend over the arm of an armchair, my butt in the air, my legs spread.
With his hand on the small of my back so I couldn’t move, he started to spank me again. My arse was sore so it stung of course but it was somehow different, gentler. He let his hand rest after each slap and I felt his fingers probe towards my shit hole.
Boy, that was really turning me on! My cock, sandwiched between the rough cloth of the upholstery and my belly, was getting even bigger and my ball sac was tightening. I really didn’t want it to stop.
I was even disappointed when he told me to get up and face the wall. He kicked my legs apart and I felt vulnerable again.
I glanced over my shoulder to see him peeling off his own shirt, revealing his broad shoulders and a deep, barrelled chest, covered in curly grey hairs, but not an ounce of fat on him. No wonder he had held me so firmly. I felt a strange desire to turn round and hug him but knew I didn’t dare. Not even my Dad had dominated me like this.
But then he picked up my wide leather belt, doubled it over and brought it down with a tremendous THWACK on my backside.
“Aaahh” Shit, it hurt! 10 times worse than anything he had lain on with his hand.
I thought I was going to collapse but managed to regain my composure only to receive two more of the same.I really couldn’t take any more. I had to try to get him to stop.
“I’m sorry! I’m sorry!” I wailed.THWACK! Another bit into my poor abused bottom.
“I’ll be more careful in future”
THWACK. How many more? Tears were rolling down my cheeks.
“Promise! I can’t take any more!” I cried.
THWACK - one last crack and “OK, you can turn round.”
I couldn’t believe what was happening to me for, incredibly, my cock was still rock hard and standing almost up to my belly button.
Even more amazement, as Mr Redbotham dropped his own tracksuit bottoms, showing his own massive hard on. He stood there, as naked as I was. Those thighs that I had so recently been across were like tree trunks, covered in thick black hair.
“It looks like you enjoyed that”, he said. “Let’s see if you enjoy this too. Back over that chair.”
“Yes, SIR!”
Instinctively, I knew what was coming now. I had loved his finger probing my asshole, that dick was going to follow suit. I was as straight as a die, but what straight guy hasn’t wondered what it was like to be fucked? I was about to find out as I took the same position as before. I felt the hot, moist tip of his cock against my virgin asshole and forced myself to relax.Then his hot hands on my hips and he thrust into me.
“Aaarhh”, it hurt momentarily, then he was inside me and it was glorious.
I could feel his wiry pubes against my sore bum as he pumped in and out of me. I couldn’t get enough of his cock.
Still in me he slapped me again but that just added to the ecstasy I was feeling.
Then I felt his rough hands stroking my tummy and chest until he found my nips and pinched them hard.
“Ooooh!” an electric shock shot down to my cock.
Harder and harder he fucked me and I was in absolute heaven. Then he grabbed my hair turned my head and kissed me, probing his tongue deep in my mouth. At that stage I would have done anything for him.
Then he grabbed my cock and as I felt the rush of hot liquid inside me I shot my own load across the arm of the chair. Again and again I spurted. In all my wildest fantasies I had never had an orgasm like it.
Mr Redbotham collapsed onto my back. I was getting that hug I had craved earlier, though not quite how I had envisaged.
“Woooow!” I said, “I’ve never had sex like that before. I’ve never even been fucked!”
He took me in his arms and kissed me tenderly. At last that hairy chest was against my smooth one.
“No more tailgating!” he warned me sternly, “But if you want more of the same, you know where I am.”
“I might just take you up on that,” I said with a smirk as I started to get dressed.
Mr Redbotham reached for the phone to ring my company.
“Yes, I think he’s learnt his lesson……”