Charlette breathed hotly into his ear, “I’m naughty.  I think I need a spanking.”  WTF?! Paul thought, clearly disturbed.  The Voice wasted no time in jumping on that bandwagon.<br/><br/>See?  I told you, Old Man.  She wants it!  So, let’s go!  Spank.  Dat.  Ass.<br/><br/>Paul saw no other alternative but to comply to them both.  There didn’t seem to be a Plan B.  And all he wanted was to catch a few winks while the rain produced its own lullaby.  Also, he’d already been struggling with boner suppression, so what the fuck, right?  While she carried on with her deviant ways, he reached across her unoccupied seat and eventually located the button to recline it to its maximum.<br/><br/>He nudged her, alerting her to a change of position.  Charlette seemed to get it as she rolled off of him, back to her near-horizontal seat.  Now in a prone position, she continued to teasingly wiggle that tasty booty of hers.<br/><br/><i>Whack</i>!  Left butt cheek received his hand’s attention.<i>Whack</i>!  The other cheek’s turn was next.<br/><br/>Are you fucking kidding me, Old Man?!  Shorts removal first!  Then, ass spank!  Geez fucking Louise!  How old are you, 12?!<br/><br/>Muttering under his breath with a sigh, he reached under her to undo her shorts’ button and zipper.  Hiking shorts were then slowly lowered.  Paul thought some epic rock song shoulda been blaring in the background to accompany The Reveal.<br/><br/>Discarded shorts now residing on the floor, he admired (and probably not for the last time either) Charlette’s shapely derriere.  She glanced back at him over her right shoulder with a sexy smile.  Now, where was I? Paul thought.  Oh yeah. . . .<br/><br/><i>Whack</i>!  He hesitated, clearly hypnotized with her jiggly ass.  And this was with panties still on!  Fair is fair, as that second<i>Whack</i>! was delivered to the other rounded cheek.  The sounds of pleasure (he hoped) Charlette produced, mixed with hand-meeting-buttock, did Operation Boner Suppression no favors.  His calculated smacks to her tush wouldn’t be rushed, as he wished to savor each and every one, but especially their predictable results.<br/><br/>Through all of this, not once did he take the time to notice that all of the surrounding glass of his car had begun to steam up.