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My arm, anchored on the wheel, braces the full weight of her body again as she trusts me to hold her up.
I start on her left thigh, then her right. Making sure to spank over the spot of her pinched skin every few hits.
The slaps do not lessen in force nor speed as I deliver them.
My heavy breathing, the blows to her inner thighs, and her cries are now the only sounds in the cab.
I lose track of time, but my whole hand aches when I deem Charlotte to have had enough. The fire in my palm tells me her legs are burning enough for her lesson to have sunk in.
Her hair has fallen forward to cover her face, hiding her from me. I brush at her cheek, wiping it away where some has stuck to her tearstained skin.
“Good girl,” I tell her, tucking the strands behind her ear. “My good girl.”
A blush spreads over the crest of her cheeks and down her neck. I follow it with my gaze as it disappears under the yellow wool of her sweater and watch as her chest rises on a hiccuped sob.
We sit there on the side of the road as Charlotte calms herself down.
Her face now exposed, I get to watch as she bites her lip to stop it from trembling. But it’s useless, and when it’s set free, it instantly pouts out.
The need to taste it rises up, so I do.
Leaning forward, I duck down and suck her lip into my mouth, nipping it before soothing it with my tongue.
Happy, I go to pull back, but I’m startled by the touch of her tongue against mine.
Gasping, I pull back a little, but her mouth follows mine, fusing us just as quickly as we separate.
A groan rips out of me. One of her own joins mine when my hand tangles in her hair and pulls.
No longer supported by my arm, her body drops toward mine, her shoulder meeting my chest, and her legs fall closed.
I tear my mouth away and lay her head beneath my chin. Her small hand settles on my chest, her fingers playing with the buttons of my plaid shirt. I can feel her move her left hand from where it had landed in my lap and look down to see her slide it between her legs.
A whimper escapes her as she touches the no doubt sore inner thighs.
We sit quietly, a peace settling within myself at the feel of her in my arms, my hand running back and forth across her hip, trailing down every few passes to give her ass a good pat.
I press a kiss to her forehead, causing her body to go completely lax. At first, I think she’s fallen asleep, but when I look down, I’m met with her open stare.
This girl really cannot hide her thoughts. The question of why is written all over her face.
Charlotte is apparently not the only one unable to hide her thoughts, as Michael sees I cannot answer her like I want to. Too caught in my emotions, words fail me.
“Do you have any idea what could have happened walking along the side of the road like that? With your back toward any threat?” Michael asks from behind her. “That will not happen again.”
“No, sir.” She quickly agrees with him, but her eyes are on me.
She understands that my brother is saying the words I cannot.
“Where are your shitty friends?”
Ignoring his question, she mumbles, “They’re not shitty.”
Charlotte’s eyes drop from mine, only to dart back up when my hand lands harshly on her ass.
“Well, maybe Jason, but he’s not a friend.” She amends, adding, “Neither is Dale.”
Just the mention of the boys she’s traveling with gets my blood boiling. I look over at my brother on the passenger side of my truck cab and urge him to ask the question I want answered the most.
