And my ass was in a vulnerable position. And I did not have to wait for more than a few seconds. Whack! Whack! Whack! Down came the prison strap on my ass cheeks. Eighty whacks on all. One for each mile I was speeding.

Now I have to admit my cock spurted cum like my cock and balls were the flow of liquid over Victoria Falls or Niagara.

Fortunately the sheriff did not see my cum-soaked crotch. But the soaking barely compensated for the fiery, sore ass cheeks I knew I would have to live with for several hours.