Car Wash

"Thank you, dear", Ms Linda Gorman smiled to the barista, taking her large take-away cup. "You're welcome, Ma'am", the girl smiled back, although her smile looked somewhat ****. The fresh lash marks across her bare breasts (the apron propped them up rather than covered them) were likely the main reason behind that, though, so Linda was not going to take that personally. She just wanted to sit down and mindlessly scroll through her phone in the hour or so she had while her car was being washed and cleaned. She rather hoped that in a few years' time she'll be able to afford a driver to do this for her, but for now she needed to make an occasional stop on the way to or from (as was the case today) the office of her law firm.

Before she could lower herself onto the chair, however, her bag vibrated with a muted sound of a phone call. Setting the coffee and the bag on the small table, she groped around for it in a moment, before fishing it out and sliding her finger to accept the call even though she did not recognise the number.

"Ms Gorman? I'm calling from the Wash&Wax, it seems you have have forgotten to leave your car keys with us? Could you check, please?", a male voice said politely. Linda opened her mouth to say that of course she left them as usual and they better not have lost them... But shut it a moment later without speaking, having noticed the small item in her now-open bag.

Fortunately Linda has opted for a nearby cafe so the quick apology on the phone and the very fast walk back took just a couple of minutes, but another car was already waiting. The nearest employee waved her further apologies off, just taking the offered keys and hurrying to move her car into its allocated slot while the hapless lawyer nervously sipped on her coffee, expecting to be told to put it aside and strip to be punished for the holdup. When an older employee approaches her, however, he seems surprisingly understanding. "I understand you hurried back as fast as you could. Unfortunately we'll still need to punish you, but there is plenty of time. Finish your coffee and take a breath, I'll be back in ten." With that, he heads back to finish off the car before hers.

Waiting for punishment is often nearly as bad as the punishment itself, especially when it is an unknown one (although as a lawyer Linda was quite certain it has to stay relatively mild for her to be unable to successfully protest it, but the humiliation part could be quite substantial still for causing the delay). Nonetheless, she was grateful for the break; she needed that coffee and simply to recover after the fast walk (which stopped short of becoming a run only because a running woman was near certain to get into trouble and only add on to her woes). After brief consideration and seeing the man was already talkwing to the previous car's driver, Linda decided to do one last thing before his attention turned to her car... And well, to her herself.

Linda walked to her car, opened the boot and promptly started stripping out of her skirt suit. Taking one's clothes off before being ordered to do so was massively humiliating, of course, but it had two major advantages. Firstly, it showed she was being proactive in her punishment and accepted the responsibility. Secondly, her clothes would not get ruined in the moist environment with the floor running with dirty water. She supposed it could also help in the sense that her soon-to-be spanker would enjoy the view of her breasts while deciding her punishment... And speaking of, there he was, of course, heading towards her, looking pleasantly surprised.

"Ah, how very responsible of you, Ms Gorman", he said. "Not many women take such initiative when approaching their deserved punishments. I'll certainly bear that in mind. Now, if you could stand by the front of your car, please, facing the wall, hands on head". With a "Yes, thank you, Sir" Linda walked the few bare-footed yards in the direction indicated and stood as told. She did not see any implements around, but it was rarely a problem to produce some for a spanker. Strangely, though, the staff started working on her car, apparently letting her-naked-self be. Her place was not entirely comfortable with the understandable noise and the cold spray from the jet reaching her and making her shiver, but all in all the whole thing was not that bad.

That opinion did not last long, however, as a few minutes into the wash Linda screamed from a sharp pain in her left cheek. It took her a moment (during which she also was busy catching her breath and ensuring she kept her footing) that it was a powerful stream of water from the jet rather than a solid object that hit her. The pain was excruciating and Linda was sure a massive bruise would be left behind; the coolness of the water dripping down her leg was the only bright side to this spanking-free alternative.

Although still facing away, Linda managed to sense the **** being prepared for the second time. Her right cheek hurt no less than the left one, but being ready this time, she managed to control her footing and her vocal reactions much better. With similar timing she was hit twice more while the jet was still in use, once on each sit spot. Each time she moaned, but took her punishment, making herself stand (mostly) still and ignore the cold burning pain as much as she could. Finally, minutes later the jet was turned off and in the relative quiet she heard approaching steps. She tensed herself involuntarily, sore buttocks clenching, but she only felt a hand on her bare shoulder. "We will be moving onto the interior now, ma'am", the worker said. "Please turn around, place your feet wider apart and keep your hands on your head until the job is finished". With a small sob, Linda willed herself to move and turned around, standing as the new instructions requested. Having her pussy and boobs on full display to the workers and other clients was no cause for celebration, but at least she was pretty certain the awful jet will not make another appearance in her punishment.

As the time passed, the pain subdued somewhat and the humiliation of her position became a bit less sharp in her mind, although each new burst of laughter hurt, whether or not the person or group in question were even looking at her. Another issue began to arise, however, as the large coffee and plenty of water earlier were making themselves felt. Perhaps she was allowed to finish her drink not for altruistic motives entirely after all... And by a "lucky" coincidence she was standing almost right above the drain that ran the length of the car wash. And with the full service she unwisely ordered there was still at least an hour to go. She considered trying to hold on, but realised soon enough that she has no chance.

If she just relieved herself, there would be a chance for the whole thing to go entirely unnoticed in the noise; she knew, however, that if she did get spotted, the earlier punishment would seem like a friendly tap on the wrist. Public urination would land her in more trouble than her bottom or her dignity could handle. Thus resigned to the humiliation, Linda tried to call for the nearest worker's attention. He deigned to look her way after a few pitiful calls. When she explained the problem, though, he merely grunted "Just do it" and walked back to her car... But she was sure he kept her in his peripheral vision as he did so as not to miss her inevitable humiliation. Linda could not hear the brief exchanges between him and his colleagues, but she could work out easily enough what they were once everyone else started likewise throwing her sideways glances.

She held out for a bit longer but gave up at the end like everyone knew she would. The one good thing resulting from having to keep her legs open was that her legs stayed clean as she relieved herself, but her face was beetroot red; not only the three men working on her car stopped to enjoy the show, but a number of other workers and customers noticed a group watching the naked woman intently within seconds, most of them likewise pausing to look. Her heart was beating like she was in the middle of a marathon by the time she was finished, even the pain in her bottom mostly forgotten in the face of the burning shame.

Linda paid for the wash, thanked the workers for the service and the punishment and drove off to the car park to free up the space before getting dressed again once her car was done... Another half an hour of red-faced waiting later, that is.