He does not see that there is almost nothing on me from below, glances at me, I glance at him - an interesting, exciting feeling. Only it is necessary to drive carefully - God forbid the police will stop, that's terrible, what will be! I imagine how I will exceed the speed somewhere in a dark deserted alley. Out of nowhere the police car - flashers, siren. I stop and sit - you can not move, and the skirt on the floor of the car, and not immediately found. The policeman comes up, but I can't open the window - I sit, clasping my knees and hiding my bare thighs. He knocks me and orders me out of the car, I do not move. He pulls out a gun, I, all red with shame, in tears, open the door. I have to obey, get out, legs spread apart, bending over and leaning on the hood of the car. Then he comes closer with his flashlight, and finally notices how I look. He is silent, but he pounds me with a shiver.
“So, speeding, resistance to the police, and appearing in a public place in inappropriate form ... Do you have weapons?” He says, comes close to me, holds his hands under my arms, crouches, holds on the outside, and then on the inside thighs His face is so close to my white, naked and defenseless ass. He gets up, rests with a baton on my back. I am no longer shivering with a minor tremor - I am pounding in earnest, I am all wet with fear and excitement. He lowers his club below, even lower, here it is already between my legs. He strongly abuts her in my crotch, crushing and spreading my burning vulva, burning with fire. My swollen, hot clit touches a cold baton and terribly itches, but my hands on the hood of the car and remove them can not, and I start at first slowly, then faster and faster to move backwards towards his baton. He stands motionless for some time, then removes the baton and says:
- "Madam, for your tricks you deserve a good spanking, let's get your ass over here" - with these words he takes off the belt and very painfully smacks me on his bare ass. I shudder at every blow, trying to dodge the pain that burns my buttocks, but I don’t say a word, only squeezed moans burst from my chest.
“Well, you are punished enough.” He says, fastening his belt. I still hope that this is only a prelude, and he will take possession of me now, just like that, standing back, rudely and in no way can I believe that this is all, he leaves, gets into the car, turns off the flashing lights and leaves. I turn around in exhaustion, squatting exhaustedly, touching the wet, hot butt of cold asphalt ...
Then I finally burst into tears, out loud, do not hesitate. Here so sat on asphalt and smeared salty tears and cosmetics on cheeks.