Fury Road

It was a beautiful summer day. Belinda was riding over her motorbike. She was really proud of herself. Her stylish black leather outfit was making her look up really sexy and powerful. She opened the accelerator for maximum. It was really great feeling - to ride at such a speed.

Belinda was driving faster and faster. Nothing could stop her. Suddenly she saw a huge truck in her way. The German smiled and overtook it. But that was not enough. She thought, that she should show the trucker, that she beat him. So she braked sharply right in front of the truck. She laughed, hearing the screech of brakes and prepared to ride away, but suddenly her motorbike stalled.
The trucker walked out from the cabin.

"What the hell do you think you're doing, stupid lass?!" he shouted angrily "This is a road, not a fucking playground!"

"What the big deal?" Belinda retorted "Nothing had happened!"

"Oh, really! I almost smashed you with your fucking bike!" said the trucker "And the fuck is with your language?! Is that an accent?!"

"I am German..." Belinda confessed.

"So, you're a tourist and you dare to break the highway code!" he started to unbuckle his belt "You need to learn a lesson, hussy!"

Belinda tried to protest, but the trucker easily overpowered her, pulled down her leather pants and panties and made her bend over the guardrails.

"Stop this! You can not do this to me!" Belinda protested.

"I can and I do!" the trucker said.

The belt swished in the air and landed over the German's plump buttocks really hard. Belinda screamed in pain and tried to unbent, but the trucker put his hand on her back, making her stay in the position. The belt was falling down over her buttocks again and again, making her howl in pain and wag her hips, trying to escape from a stinging licks, but it was useless. The trucker really went to town over Belinda's ass.

The sounds of the belt strokes and a German girl's howling could be heard for a miles around.

When Belinda's howling became a moanful bawling, and her plump bottom turned dark red, trucker finally stopped.

"I hope you learned your lesson, hussy!" he said, putting the belt back on "And I really don't envy you. This highway at this time of day usually is almost empty and cellphones don't catch any signal. So, all you have is your bike, but I don't know how will you ride with such a sore ass!" he laughed and walked away to his truck.

Belinda wept in pain and rubbed her bottom. She put on her black thong and tried to pull up her tight leather pants, but the pain in her freshly spanked bottom was so bad, that she only pulled them back down and started a brat war dance for a few minutes.

The trucker laughed and rode away.

Belinda wiped away her tears and rubbed her bottom again.

"Au! Au! Mein arme Popo!" she said "Ugh! I need to ride away from here, but how should I do it, if I can not sit down?!"

It was hard and very uncomfortable, but she rode forward standing and begging God not to meet anyone on her way.