No - enter the lawyer’s daughter

A red convertible pulled up to the car wash a few days later to the wash and several pairs of the workers' eyes intently followed the young woman who got out of it. One could assume this would have been the case even if the place was not as empty as it was now - both the girl and the car were bound to attract looks. She looked at the idle workers, seemed to take a deeper breath than one normally would before ordering a fairly standard service, and headed straight to the senior most man who already got up to greet her. They indeed exchanged polite "Hellos" but what the girl said next was rather unexpected.

"Um... I believe you punished a woman here three days ago? Dirty blonde, about my height, really important look about herself... Until you stripped her, hosed her and made her pee herself that is". Seeing the question in the man's expression, she continued "I get that you don't have to talk about it, but it's my mom and I was wondering if you could help me? You see... She is a big scary lawyer and people who know her usually don't spank her unless they absolutely have to... Or me... . And I'm in this school where they are going for novel methods so I've been 18 for over half a year now and not a single corporal punishment... And I need to know how that feels... So I was wondering... Given how well you handled mom, so firmly and creatively, could you maybe do the same to help me? And you get a regular client out of it, of course".

Suddenly, with very little pause and a barely perceptible mischievous grin, the girl reached out and gave the man a quick (and a surprisingly strong for someone her size) shove on the shoulder. "Can we get on with it, please!?", she demanded in a louder, but still far from screaming voice and immediately reverted to her quieter tone to add: "See, you have me on CCTV pushing you, even mom wouldn't get you in trouble for this... Even if she tried".

A part of the man wanted to be angry at the spoilt brat who did not understand how good she had it and took the cooperation of people like him for granted, probably even expected him to be overjoyed at the chance to do something, anything, with her. That part wanted to frustrate her by throwing her out and entering her convertible's plates into the black list... But only a small part. While the situation was non-standard by any measure, he could appreciate that the girl was in a trap of her own kind, shielded from the real world but aware of its existence nonetheless. He would help her out... And yes, he would enjoy the process. Very much so.

"That's no way to act, young lady, I heard you the first time", he snapped. "Give me that belt, take everything else off too". He saw a shadow of a satisfied grin disappear under a more appropriate grimace of nervousness as the girl started to pull her belt out, an obviously designer and expensive wide leather piece. It felt nice in his hands as he watched her strip, visibly getting more nervous as each piece left her body to be thrown onto the open car's seat. With her panties finally off, she stood facing the man, knowing to keep her hands at her sides. "That's better", he muttered, before grabbing her by the shoulder and forcefully guiding her to bend over the bonnet of the convertible. He wondered (not for the first time) how it must feel for the female in question to have her bare breasts squeezed against the hard metal (which can feel burning hot or freezing but rarely anything in between) with her mound rubbing over the curved edge of the same material.

In any case, she soon would have a different kind of temperature to worry about. The very first spank of her life, with her own belt folded in half, landed firmly and heavily, the wide implement almost covering the pair of tanned (thong bikini seemed to be her choice of beachwear) cheeks. She let out a little yelp and readjusts her hold on the gap in front of the windscreen... But the man could bet he heard a glimmer of satisfaction in the sound too. There was nothing to do but to settle into the familiar and pleasant rhythm of whipping the belt across the small but cute behind, drawing it back, and repeating the process. The yelps continued, each with less satisfaction and more pain than the last; they started to get louder too after the first dozen.

That did not deter the man and the spanking went on for another dozen, by the end of which each lash elicits a proper scream. The girl was thrashing on the hood of her convertible, but without outright leaving the position... Which he considered to be good enough for a first timer. With the 24th lash delivered, he admired his handy-work for a few moments, while also letting the pretty-much-volunteer spankee catch her breath. "Get up and pull the car into the bay", he finally said. "Don't you dare touch that bottom". The lawyer's daughter gingerly slid off the hood and straightened herself, wiping her eyes. Her make up seemed surprisingly undisturbed, or perhaps she did not have much on to start with, relying on her natural gifts instead. With a muttered "Yes, Sir" she settled into the convertible with very obvious discomfort and drove as indicated at a mile per hour, clearly scared of even the idea of being accused of irresponsible driving. Once in place, she pressed the button to close the roof and got out of the car as fast as she can, eager to stand up again, even if it means being once again naked in front of three older male strangers.

The senior of the three nodded for the other two to get working on the car and motioned the girl to step away from it. He decided against a sexual element to her punishment; she needed something creatively humiliating to show her how being punished feels. Fortunately, he had just the right idea for it. As the noise from the high-powered jets that tortured her mother's behind last week started, he motioned the girl again and she followed him through the little break room and out of the back. It was not a long walk - just to the tyre storage behind the wash. There he indicated a massive tractor-sized tyre. "Give me a hand, we're putting it upright".

A few grunts later, the tyre was upright and the naked girl was holding it to ensure it stays so, as the man stepped back. "Now then...", he said, eyeing the young miscreant up and down, "... since you like punishing people to get what you want, let's give you something to push. I want you to push this tyre to the wall of this unit there... And then back to this door. Do not drop it and make each trip in... Under 30 seconds, let's say. I'll tell you when you can stop". The naked girl wanted to ask something... But saw the man raise his watch and press a button twice and decides not to risk it, starting to roll the awkwardly large object instead in the direction indicated.

Although she could only approximate the time in her head, she knew that she has only just made the first two rolls. She was in a good shape and the tyre is, naturally, designed to roll easily, but she needed to get into the rhythm of rolling it fast without letting it topple over first. Once she got it, things got faster... But of course each successful run only meant avoiding the punishment immediately with no time saved carrying over to the next one. About a dozen runs into the exercise this started to be a problem; athletic the girl might have been, but muscles having to work in unusual ways were taking their toll. She kept going, knowing the alternative was worse, but was a moment too late on her fifteenth run to readjust the balance and the improvised punishment device collapsed onto the road. The man was up on his feet immediately, her belt again in hand.

"Hold your breasts up", he commanded curtly; the girl did so, swelling a sob of shame and fear, lifting her heaving bare sweat-covered breasts. Without delay, they were struck by the end of the belt, once on each gleaming semi-globe, leaving a wide mark. The man then slung the belt over his shoulder and helped the girl lift the tyre again. "I'll restart the timer now, but you can have a few extra seconds to finish this run", he said. "It goes back to strict after". The naked young lady grunted something like a "thank you" before restarting her Sisyphean labour.

Being no less tired but more careful now, the poor girl took too long on the next two runs, earning herself two and three lashes on each breast respectively, sobbing fully through the second set that brought the total number to a dozen. She finally managed to get into a good rhythm again, finding a second breath too. "Last one", the man announced once she set off for the twentieth run... And the relief of the revelation proved to be the girl's doom, as she lost focus for a moment and let the tyre fall again. She did not need to be told to hold her now red breasts up this time, but cried with every of the eight strokes... With which ended the punishment. "Don't bother with finishing the last part now", the man chuckled. "Let's go get you cleaned up".

The cleaning up involved standing over the same drain as her mother a week ago and behind washed from a hose disconnected from the power wash. Shivering in the freezing water, the girl did her best to wash the sweat off her punished body in front of one man holding the hose and two just watching her and accepted a clean if woefully inadequate for the job rag to dry herself. Like her mother, she paid and thanked them for the service before getting dressed. Unlike her mother, however, she stopped after turning her (now again open) convertible around. "Same time in a... no, two weeks then?", she asked.

"I'll write you in", the man chuckled.