Sarah was at her friend Lauren's house for Lauren's engagement party. The 3 glasses of champagne had made her busting to use the bathroom but it was already 3 people deep so she opened the door to the garage and stepped in, closing the door behind her. She knew the house well and walked around the old car, over near the roller door where a drain ran along its edge.
The old car was a classic and Sarah's best friend Lauren's father Malcolm adored it. He had recently moved in with Lauren and her now fiancé for a month whilst the contract on his new house cleared. He owned a beautiful 1968 Cadillac DeVille convertible. The car was not normally in the garage but it was Malcolm's (or Mr Wells as he was known to Sarah) pride and joy. It was so long it nearly touched the garage door, making difficult for Sarah to move around in order to reach the drain.
Sarah was a 23 year old who managed a boutique clothes shop. She was married to Dave, an accounts manager at a manufacturing company. Sarah had long brown hair and smallish boobs which matched her slight frame and curvy arse. She wore a white cotton dress which was a bit see-through so her white panties underneath were still visible. Looking around to make sure she was alone, she squatted, pulled her panties to one side and began peeing directly into the drain near where the garage door closed.
Some of her pee landed on the cement floor and splashed up onto the back guard of the Cadillac, as it was driven straight in. She was not worried about the piss splashing on the car, she was just relieved to be relieving herself. She knew the car well as she had been friends with Lauren since she was in grade school and spent many days at her childhood home so knew her father well. She also knew of his love affair with the car as he used to spend all day sometimes just cleaning it.
Malcolm (Mr Wells) was in his early 50s and married to his wife of 30 years, Daphne. He was a big man who Sarah remembers as having a good physique when she was younger, but now he had let himself go. He was unshaven and overweight and because of this he was usually sweaty and greasy. He was still renowned around the local pubs as a 'take no crap' sort of a bloke who could hold his own.
He had always thought Sarah was a spoilt brat as she was allowed to get away with a lot more at home than Lauren ever did, but didn't make waves as she was Lauren's best friend.
Sarah was pissing as hard as she could as she was desperate to get back to the party before anyone noticed she was gone. She also didn't want anyone to find her in the garage with her skirt up around her waist.
Just as she is finishing up, Malcolm opened up the garage door and walked in from inside the house and shut the door. He wanted to stay out of the way of the party and his nagging wife who was pottering around, so decided to spend the rest of the afternoon polishing his car. He didn't realise Sarah was in there as he squeezed around the front and picked up a rag.
Sarah had heard the door open and quickly stood up, straightening her dress out. Luckily she had just finished peeing.
"Oh, Sarah! What are you doing in here?" he asked suspiciously.
"Hi Mr Wells, I was just, errr, ah, looking for a glass," she lied.
"Ok, but I don't think you'll find one in here missy," he said, looking around, thinking that she must be up to something.
"You're right, I'll try looking inside," she said walking toward the door.
"Oy, what's this!" exclaimed Malcolm angrily as he crouched down to look at the rear guard of his pride and joy Caddy.
"Oh, I spilt some of my drink before, sorry if some got on your old car," she said shakily.
"Bullshit! You don't even have a glass. This is piss. You've been pissing in here and you've pissed on my Caddy!"
"No, I um."
"Get over here and clean it you little bitch!" he said through clenched teeth as he grabbed her by the arm and shoved her towards the rear of the car.
"Um, can I borrow that then please?" she asked, almost on the verge of tears. She felt so humiliated – being caught peeing in her best friend's garage by her best friend's father.
"No! I'm don't wanna have any more of my stuff covered in your piss!"
"Well how am I supposed to clean it then?" she asked.
"I don't know, use your dress," said Malcolm.
"No way, this is a $150 pure cotton dress, and besides, it's white which will show the um, wee to everyone inside at the party."
"Use your panties then, they're probably already covered in piss anyway," he said rather nastily.
"Mr Wells! I'm sorry I did that to your car, but I'm not going to take my panties off in front of you! Your wife is just inside, and so is my husband - imagine if they came in here and found me with my panties off, rubbing them on this old heap with you standing there watching!" she said in a sophisticated tone.
"Right, that's it! Nobody calls my baby '68 DeVille an old heap! Either you get those panties off and start cleaning or I'm gonna give you a spanking right now!" said Malcolm, rage building.
"You've got to be kidding me! As if I'd let you spank me. You're a dirty old man and I'm going to go and tell your wife, your daughter and my husband. Lauren is gonna throw you out, Daphne will divorce you and Dave will sue you for damages and take this car!"
"Bullshit! There is no way you'd go in there and tell all of your phony friends that you had just taken a piss in a dirty garage. They would disown you and Dave would probably divorce you when his rich, stuck-up family found out. So either pull down those pretty little white panties of yours which I can see through your dress, or bend over the back of the Caddy for the spankin' you deserve."
He could see the options ticking over in her head. Take off her panties in front of him and get them all covered in piss which her friends and husband were surely to see, or take a spanking from Mr Wells and just have it over and done with. He was so gross and sleazy, but being so big, he did have an air of authority about him and growing up she was always a little afraid of him.
"Fine, just hurry up and get it over with so I can rejoin the party," she said, cautiously moving to stand next to the back of the Caddy. "But please take it easy on me," she said, now realising her predicament and therefore deciding to be a little more polite. She remembered stories from Lauren about copping a flogging from her father if she spent all night out or had left a mess in the bathroom. Apparently they were thorough and she'd behaved herself afterwards.
"Niiiiice," he said creepily as he pushed Sarah's shoulders down so that she was bent over the car. She put her elbows out to rest on the car so that her dress didn't actually touch the car as she didn't want it to get dirty.
He looked down at this beautiful girl, completely at his disposal. A bit of saliva formed in the corner of his mouth as he landed the first smack on her juicy arse.
