to drive with more consideration in the future. Especially as you are a professional driver and it reflects very badly on your company. Do you agree that you deserve to be punished?"

"I suppose so," he muttered.

"Speak up, boy!"

"I suppose I do, Sir."

'That's better', I thought. "It only remains to decide who should punish you, the Police, your Company…or me!"

He looked at me quizzically. "What do you mean?"

"Do I report you to the Police, ask your company to punish you, or punish you
myself?"

"How w, w, would you p, p, punish me?" he stammered.

"Have you ever had a good hiding?" I asked.
He blushed, "N, n, not since I was about 14. My father gave me a belting for answering my mother back", he replied.

"So, how old are you now. Tell me about your belting".

"I'm 27. My Dad sent me to my room and told me to take my jeans off. Then he came up, made me bend over the bed and gave me 6 swipes with his belt on my bum."

"Well, I think it's about time you had another to teach you respect for other road users. But, it's up to you. You can accept a good bare bottom spanking from me, or I can ask your company to punish you or report the incident to the Police. It's your decision!"

"Well, I certainly don't want the Police involved and I don't want to lose my job. I suppose I could take a spanking. Will you tell the company that you'll drop the complaint?"

"It's not a soft option. But if you take all I dish out then yes I will ring your company and tell them I've accepted your apology and am satisfied that you will drive responsibly in future."

"OK, what do you want me to do?"

"Take off your overalls."

He bent over to unlace and take off his boots then shrugged off his overalls. His tight white T-shirt revealed, rather than covered, his will developed pecs, a neat pyramid displaying his nipples on each one. His tight jeans clung to his muscular thighs and bubble butt, a promising bulge in the front.

I sat on a high chair and ordered, "Come here".

I unbuckled his wide leather belt, pulling it completely out of the loops and undid the popper and zip on his jeans, peeling them down over his snake like hips. I let them fall to his ankles, leaving his white briefs in place and revealing his strong, tanned thighs, covered in fine, fair hairs. He was trembling slightly, whether from nerves or excitement I couldn't tell. That bulge, however, looked even more promising without the denim covering. The belt would be useful later. This guy was going to regret trying to intimidate me!

"Over my knee!"
He hesitated. "Do it!"

Carefully, he positioned himself over my knee, supporting his shoulders with his muscular arms on the floor, his butt in the air. I pushed his T-shirt up to his broad shoulders, grabbed the waistband of his briefs and roughly pulled them down to his knees. His young buttocks, firm, smooth and beautifully rounded were mine, all mine. They were a perfect target, pure white against his tanned highs and waist. They would not remain white for long.

My left hand firmly on his waist, I asked, "Are you ready for your just punishment, Chris?"

"Yes, Sir." The guy was