It’s a desolate stretch of highway that was even more so at three o’clock in the morning. Tim shook his head to try to wake up. It was always dan...erous on this stretch, especially if you’re fatigued. It tends to lull one to sleep. Then he saw it: a red sports car stopped just off the road, on the shoulder, with the emergency blinkers flashing and the hood open. It looked like a Jaguar convertible. Should I stop? Good question. If I was stranded out here at three in the morning I’d appreciate. I sort of dumbly shook my head. He half smiled and said he thought a good spanking would be a fitting punishment for my crimes. I then tried to reason with him asking if he could not just forget it, but he was adamant that I was either spanked or be reported Once again he cut me quiet and told me to go lock the door and come back and stand in front of him, which I did. He then went on to say when I tell you to remove a piece of clothing you will .My heart was racing , I could not believe he. Johnson, shook her head and smiled."That lipstick shade isn't your color, honey," said the woman."That's the only one I could find quickly," said Carla. "Could you help me maybe improve her looks, Mom? Please?" Stand up for me, will you sweetie?" I stood up wondering where this was going. I didn't want to look more girly than I already was. Mrs. Johnson gave me a once over inspection."Clear complexion, small boned, delicate hands. How old are you, baby?" I'm fifteen." That old? I took you for a. That was probably mistake number one, going to a strange country by myself, and mistake number two, was playing mind fuck games with myself on the plane. By that, I mean that I had loaded my tablet with loads of Erotica before I left because it's not like anyone would know I was reading smut in public. I get off on words, and sometimes I can make myself cum without even touching myself, and that was the game I was playing on the plane when it became too overwhelming. Then, I slyly started.