He spanks your ass
From Create Your Own Story
Status: (barely) Clothed & Overheated and whipped
You suddenly have flashbacks to your childhood as this towering giant grabs you by the arm, shoves you onto the hood of your own car and pulls your tiny thong bikini bottom down, exposing your curvy, supple butt to the whole world. "Oh no..." you mutter to yourself as one of his hands presses firmly against your back and another is raised high into the air. Just a few seconds ago his big muscle and bulging biceps seemed pretty appealing, but now they fill you with horror.
A barrage of fierce, power slaps and strike your ass with the power and speed of an ancient Nordic god. You howl out in pain and whine like a baby as your booty bounces with each severe slap. People drive by and laugh, watch happily or look away. Some even cheer the man on as he whips you. Loud slapping noises drown out your cries for help and your pleas for mercy as your butt is used like a bongo drum.
Finally, after what feels like an eternity, the man lets go of you. He slaps your ass one last time and walks away, getting into his car. As he slowly passes you, he sticks his head out of the window and yells "Maybe that'll teach you to drive more carefully!" You sob uncontrollably, burdened by the siring pain. You look back to see that your ass is bright red like a baboon, and you know you won't be able to sit comfortable for weeks. Shamefully, there's a big goopy mess of cum dripping from your legs. You might not have enjoyed it, but it seems your body did.
For a moment, you think this is the worst thing that could have possibly happened to you. Then you realize the accident was complete your fault, his car is wrecked, you car doesn't even have a scratch on it, and that handsome, bulky idiot never asked for your insurance. You're still dripping with sweat from the heat. For some reason, part of you still really wants to go to the water park. Maybe the cold, refreshing water will feel good on your sore ass.
On the other hand, you can still see that asshole's car. With the other slowpoke gone, he's become the new one. The cops might take his side, but maybe if they see a poor, defenseless, highly attractive woman has been manhandled you'll have the advantage. You pull up your pants, get in your car, wince in pain as your ass hits the seat, write down his license plate on a notepad and weigh your options.
