I guess, given the age of PC we are momentarily trapped in and the tortured snowflakes who might, inadvertently read something they consider icky, I should provide a trigger warning for this chapter. I know some of you are a bit squeamish when it comes to sex through the 'backdoor.' If so, reading further may irreparably damage your psyche and cause your eyes to melt from their sockets. In other words, beware; this chapter contains a lot of anal sex.
With that out of the way, Jack continues his punishment of Brittany using his favorite, disciplinary tool of choice. All is not lost for Brittany or her well-formed behind, however, as a very large puzzle piece falls into place.
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The following week, Brittany answered Jack's knock dressed the way he wanted: a very short, light blue skirt that barely reached her thigh, along with a black, pullover, spandex top. The low cut, tight spandex hugged her massive breasts sensuously, leaving nothing to the imagination.
It was obvious she went the extra mile sexing herself up for their meeting, given that Jack liked her to parade around the room for him before they got started. She figured, 'Give him what he wants, and maybe he won't be such a prick after the fun-time session was over.'
It was also obvious she came to the motel braless, as her large, heavy tits noticeably jiggled and bounced as she stepped about the room. Jack told her to lift her skirt in order to check the other detail.
She was, indeed, pantiless. Jack took a moment to run his fingers across her bare mons and down her outer folds, feeling nothing by smooth skin. "Slick," he said, close to her ear.
Seeing the satisfaction in his eyes, Brittany was feeling good about herself, and asked, confidently, "So, what's it to be today, fucking, sucking, or both?"
"Money first," Jack answered, "Put it on the table."
Taking the brown-paper bag of money out of her purse, she noticed Jack taking his own brown bag out of his suit coat, laying it next to hers on the table.
She asked, "What's with the bag?"
"Something we might need for later. Give me your keys."
"What?"
"Keys, car and motel room, give me both." When she handed them over, he added, "Okay, let's go."
Brittany took a step back, saying with shock, "Wait...What?"
"Let's take a drive. I've been cooped up all morning. I want to feel the sun and wind on my face."
Brittany turned toward the small coat rack in the bathroom area.
"Where are you going?" he asked, grabbing her arm.
"To get my rain coat, I'm not going out in public..."
"Shut up," Jack said, as he pulled her out the door.
Jack drove around the city for a while, mostly using the expressways. He made a special effort to drive faster than normal with the windows down. Brittany spent most of the time trying to keep her short skirt from blowing up above her thighs and exposing her bare groin in the breezy interior.
"You know, you're really being an asshole," Brittany finally commented, while holding the hem of her skirt tightly against her legs.
Jack said, laughingly, "Why, just because I want to show off my girls sometimes?"
"Show me off? And what about that? It's pretty irresponsible of you, don't you think. What if you get pulled over because you're driving too fast? What if the cop recognizes me, my car, but you're the one driving? What happens to
our
secret then, if Santos hears about this?"
"For your information, I'm sticking to another precinct. This area's controlled by the fourteenth. Your asshole husband's precinct is located across town. So, I doubt anyone we may meet would recognize you. Still, you have a point. I don't like trusting to luck." Jack finished his statement by taking his foot off the gas.
Now, Jack drove well below the speed limit, and in the passing lane. It wasn't long before irate drivers behind him had to pass him on the right. Of course, when they did, and turning to flip off Jack and yell some obscenity as they passed, they got a good look at Brittany and her magnificent jugs.
When they caught a glimpse of her, most of the drivers honked their horn in celebration. A few even slowed down, matching Jack's speed so that they could get a nice, long view of Brittany.
Brittany's face turned as red as her hair. For each passing car that honked, she slumped further down into her seat, trying to remove, if not herself, then her breasts, completely from view.
Jack halted her slumping by putting his hand on her bare thigh, while commanding, "Sit up straight!"
She did as told, while pleading, "Please, could you move into the right lane or go faster, at least."
"Faster? Now you want to go faster. Make up your mind. And why should I get into the right lane? You're a beautiful woman. You should be proud to show yourself off. No one will see you if we're in the right lane. "
"Please," Brittany said, emphatically.
He sped up and drifted back into the right lane. However, Jack kept his hand on her thigh and continued to slide it, and subsequently the hem of her skirt, up toward her crotch. Brittany tried to pull the hem down, but Jack wouldn't allow it. Finally, Brittany clamped her knees together, wedging Jack's hand tightly between her thighs.
Jack pinched the soft, sensitive flesh of her inner thigh, making Brittany yelp in pain. Then he said, harshly, "Let go of your skirt and spread your legs. I said spread them! Now! Stay that way until I say otherwise. If I have to tell you again to sit up straight with your legs spread, I will pull over along the side of the expressway and make you suck my cock. Understand?"
Brittany only nodded her head in response, sitting rigidly with her legs spread, the skirt hiked up around her hips.
Jack kept his hand high on her thigh, and kept a mischievous pinky finger gently touching and rubbing all around her outer labia in a playful manner. Even with the breeze blowing through the opened windows, cooling the interior, he could feel tremendous warmth radiating from her groin.
Taking and exit into the downtown area, Jack found a wide street with a lot of businesses, ensuring there will be a lot of delivery and semi-truck traffic, loading and off-loading merchandise.
Jack pulled up to the first truck he saw stopped at a light. The truck driver, situated much higher, could easily look down and into the car at Brittany.
From her low vantage point, all Brittany could see was the driver's arm resting outside of the open window and the top of his head. The driver had yet to notice her. Brittany flinched while comically looking around the car for a place to hide. She trembled in dreadful expectation at being discovered.
Seeing Brittany shift about in her seat, Jack reminded her, "Don't you dare move."
When the light turned green, Jack drove alongside the truck, matching its speed. When they both had to stop for another light, Jack told Brittany, "Ask the driver if this is the way to State Street."
She gave Jack a wide-eyed look of disbelief.
Jack barked, "Do it!"
Not daring to look up at the driver, she asked, "Hey mister, is this the way to State Street?"
