Wouldn't you know my car stalls on this lonlely country road. I walk about a mile and find a driveway where I walk up, and find two burly guys in a garage working on a pickup. I ask if I can use the phone, as my car quit on me. The bigger guy walks up to me, so close that I feel uncomfortabe, and says, "We can probably fix your car, but first we're going to have some fun with you."
I nervously give him a thanks, but no thanks offer, when he comes right up in my face, and I feel his huge, strong hand grab me at the crotch. I struggle to get away and feel the other guy right behind me, beginning to grope at my butt. I feel a tighter squeeze at my crotch when he asks, "Did your daddy ever take you to the woodshed boy?" As I stammer with an answer I am ignored, feel a tighter grip to my crotch, and as he's looking me right in the eyes he says, "We don't have a woodshed, but this garage works just fine,"
Still looking me, intimidatingly, right in the eyes, I feel his hands move to the buttons of my 501 Levis, and I feel him unfastening them. I am politely protesting, but ignored. I now feel slaps to by behind from the fellow behind me. He puts his strong hand inside my jeans, grabs my groin area again, gives me a squeeze that makes me yelp, and says, "You're going to get a good woodshed experience!"
I feel helpless as I feel the guy behind me lift me up, while I am being stripped from the waist down. All the while I am protesting, but these pleas are simply ignored. When I am set down on the floor, he is again, right in my face, and grabs my shirt by the collars and makes a ripping yank. The buttons fly, and now I'm naked, and much more scared. As I am begging, I feel some hard slaps to my now bared bottom, he grabs on to my _c_o_c_k_ and balls again, and gives me a tight squeeze. Never releasing his grip, he pulls me over to a bench, and I find myself across his lap. In spite of my panicking protests, he holds me tightly and I feel a hard slap to my bare fanny. I jump and yell. Spank after spank, and I start kicking wildly, only to have the other guy come over to hold my legs down. The sting is becoming unbearable! I put my hand behind me , in an attempt to protect my ass, only to feel his other hand grab me by the wrist, and hold it firmly against my back.
I am wimpering when he finally stops, and says, "I guess it's your turn Jack. As Jack eagerly says yea, I feel his hand come up between my legs, his powerful arm go under my chest, and I am hoisted up, and placed acrss Jack's lap. I feel my legs being secured, Jack holes my arm down, and an eager Jack keeps spanking me until I feel like my butt is on fire.
I'm hoping we're done, but I see the big guy moving a work table to the middle of the garage, as Jack flips me over, puts his hand between my legs and his arm around my back, and carries me over to the table. I'm wimpering as I feel them shackling my ankles, attaching it to a chain, which is joined to a pully system on the ceiling. They quickly hoist it up, now, with my legs in the air, on my back, I'm panicking! Jack grabs me at the hips to adjust my position, so my butt is at the end of the table, while the other guy hoists me up a bit higher.
In a complete state of panic,, I watch both of them unfastening their thick leather belts. I watch them stand at each side of me, as they alternatively take full swing whacks to my very tender bottom. The feel of their belts whacking me has me yelling and squirming, but I am helpless in this state. Finally it stops.
I fall limp, when the first guy, again comes up to my face and says, "The fun hasn't ended yet." I am horrified when I see him unfasten his greasy jeans, pull down the zipper, Jack doing the same.
True to their word, they fixed my car and told me, "No charge," but I think I paid in full.