name's Redbotham." (Little did I know how sorry my arse was going to be).

I didn't have much choice, did I? I had to go and eat humble pie to this old (I guessed) guy, turn on the old Chris charm. Anyway, I found the address easily enough, a neat, unassuming semi in suburbia and rang the doorbell, feeling a little nervous now.

The door opened and it wasn't exactly the little old man that I was expecting standing there.

He was taller than me, and I'm no short arse, about 50, I guess, with chiseled features and salt and pepper hair. He had broad shoulders and a stern look on his face. Now I was really nervous.

"Mr Redbotham?"

"Yes."

"I'm the driver who followed you last night," I said, "My company has sent me to apologise to you".

To my surprise he asked me in and asked my name.

Then he asked me for an explanation and I told him I was late for my deliveries because of the snow. Couldn't tell him I'd been up for a fuck, could I?

He then proceeded to give me a good lecture about safe driving. 'Let him get it off his chest', I thought.

I tried to apologise but he was having none of it. He was obviously intent on making me pay.

"Whatever it takes," Geoff had said. Obviously, it was going to take more than a groveling apology.

Then he started talking about punishment and the Police. 'Oh, shit!' I thought, 'this is not going as planned.' I was in big trouble.

Then he started talking about punishing me himself. What the hell did he mean?

Then he wanted to know if I'd ever had a spanking. Strange! But I remembered when Dad had thrashed me for answering Mum back. But that was years ago. He asked me about it - not that I could remember much - except it hurt!

I was utterly shocked when he gave me the alternative of having a spanking from him. I was 27 years old for God's sake!

But "Whatever it takes…” And I guessed I was big enough to take it and get out of this horrible mess I had gotten myself into. I suppose I had been an idiot and deserved it. The trouble women get us into! If I'd known what I was going to get I might have chosen the cops!

But I did make sure he'd let me off the hook with Geoff if I submitted to him. I was told to take my overalls off and come to him as he sat on a high chair. As he started to undo my jeans and belt I felt a strange feeling in the pit of my stomach. No man, except Dad, had ever touched me so intimately. My jeans fell to the floor; suddenly I felt 14 years old again.

Then Mr Redbotham wanted me over his knee! That, I wasn't expecting. He obviously wanted to humiliate me as well as punish me. But, "Whatever it takes…" and there was no going back now. At least I still had my CK's on.

WRONG! As soon as I had positioned myself over his strong thighs, he pulled up my T-shirt and yanked my boxers down round my knees. Now I felt really vulnerable, my bare arse up in the air, his hot hand firmly holding my waist. Shit! I wanted this over.

He even asked if