Instead, she was spanking me with a wooden hairbrush. She started on the backs of my thighs, just above my knees, and gradually worked her way up. At ...irst, it merely warmed me. But as she continued, the blows got harder and harder, and the pain began to mount. My cock got harder and harder, and began leaking pre-come. I squirmed under her, one part of me wanting to dodge the blows, another part of me wanting to accept them, embrace them. Inexorably, the hairbrush came down again and again. The. He took the bottle from me andclosed it with a lid and threw it out of the window. It was 1:20 am and theroads were near deserted. I sat bottomless in the car too shocked to sayanything. He then raised the window near my side. It was a black tinted glassand also raised the one in his side. My skirt was lying in the back seat. He started the car and took itforward. I made no attempt to wear my skirt. I sat with my legs spread in thefront seat. He stopped the car in a corner of a road. He then. "You're just going to get oil all over yourself. We'll shower after you do me." Okay," I said as I hopped down from the table and went for my undershorts."Is there some reason you feel the need to get dressed? You'll just get massage oil all over yourself. I'd think you'd rather stay naked." Alright, if it's a naked masseuse you want, it's a naked masseuse you'll get." There was nothing of mine she hadn't already seen and touched, so I figured we were well past any embarrassment. Beth,. "What have I done? What's happened? That man is evil," she finished, her voice trembling.Art hugged her to him, kissing her forehead before they both sat staring down at the picture in her lap.Clearing his throat, "We need to get this to the General," the young Alpha said."But it's late," Hope objected. "We can do it in the morning."Art was shaking his head. "Whitworth was emphatic about that. He said he wanted to know, night or day, if I thought of anything at all. This is a hell of a lot more.