SWISH. SWISH.SWISH.“You will not disrespect me.”“I will obey, Sir.”SWISH. SWISH.SWISH. SWISH.SWISH. SWISH.SWISH. SWISH.“Your ass is beautifu... when it's red.”“I will obey, Sir.”The crack in my voice reflecting the internal battle within. Wanting to please him even though my punishment. My instinct of self-preservation screaming in the back of my mind with each kiss of the cane. Clenching my hands into fists. I will endure. I will serve. I will, please.SWISH. SWISH.SWISH. SWISH.SWISH.. Then I heard the door at the top of the stairs creak open, and the manfrom the park descended.In the park he had seemed absolutely average, but here, in his world,dressed and bound as I was, he looked seven feet tall.He walked over to me, and stood, hands on his hips, legs parted. I wasterrified. He looked at me with such contempt, as if I was a cockroachscurrying away from him. At that moment, that's how I felt."You need to get some things straight" his deep voice rolled over me, andI tried to. I felt a warm oozy slipperiness between my panties and my skin as she rubbed slightly harder. Emboldened, she slid her fingers under the elastic and traced down through my trimmed pubes to my throbbing clit. Her two fingers pushed past it and into the tight puffiness of my lips, drawing warm lube out with them and pulling it back up over my clit. I thought I was going to explode. I let out a gasp as my head pushed back into her.She continued to stroke me gently, letting me enjoy the sensation.. That was one serious piece of car — big, black and flying low to the ground — an old Chevy, Impala by the look of it. She turned to her car and muttered, "That's what I want you to be when you grow up," then smiled and patted the red Mustang's tail. "Not really, baby, but you gotta admit: that is a nice car."As she watched, the Impala slowed, its engine grumbling and muttering, finally pulling off the tarmac opposite her. Yeah, a really damned fine car."Do you need a hand?" The rich voice.