[MF] backseat drivers (contains consensual spanking)

**TLDR:** I’ve spanked seven different women in the backseats of five different vehicles over the past 23 years.

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**Mazda 626**

The first time I gave a backseat spanking, it was in my Mazda 626. My girlfriend and I had already experimented with spanking, but when you’re in high school, you have to make do with what you can. I distinctly remember parking at a park near her house and turning her backside bright-red. I won’t go into detail beyond that because of our ages, but it did happen more than once.

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**Toyota Prius 2G**

You’d be surprised how much room there is in the back of a second-generation Prius — you know, after they stopped looking like Tercels but before the taillights started looking ridiculous.

The first person I spanked in the backseat of that car was the Therapist (not *my* therapist, though I would have if she’d asked because she was *hot*). The Therapist was very short, with a full, curvy backside, small breasts, and blond hair. She was sweet and funny, and we’re still friends. We met online, had lunch together, and that day she wanted a spanking. I had to go back to work, but I moved a meeting and we moved my car to the back of a parking lot in a small office block. She asked to keep her panties on, but that was okay, because once I lifted her skirt I discovered that they covered almost nothing at all. She was an experienced spankee, so she didn’t bruise, but she turned nice and pink as I spanked her. Years later, we did three more scenes together (none in the car) that were far more intense and far more explicit (including a particularly noteworthy flogging between her legs that almost made her come).

The second person I spanked in the backseat of that car was the Nurse. The Nurse was more businesslike — she wanted a disciplinarian, and wanted to know how things would go. She claimed that she didn’t bruise anymore, but I disabused her of that notion. She too was very short, but curvy all over; her ass wasn’t as nice as the Therapist’s, but I wasn’t complaining. I spanked her just with my hand in the same parking lot after having lunch at the same restaurant, her skirt up but her panties still on (I’m seeing a pattern here), and she was bruised for three days. We did two more scenes after that before she moved away.

The third person I spanked in the backseat of that car was the Mom. The Mom was — is — my age minus two days. She’s the same height as the other two, but less curvy than both. She’s kind of a redneck, but she’s a good person and we had some good laughs at lunch (at the same restaurant). She also has an iron deficiency, which means that she was definitely going to bruise once we adjourned to the parking lot, but she didn’t mind. She took a couple hundred spanks with my hand, and about a dozen with the paddle, and when we met five days later to play for real, she was still bruised. For the next eight months, we played at least every few weeks; she cried a lot, but she kept coming back. We also had a *lot* of sex — usually I fucked her ass after she sat on my face — but eventually she met someone she liked better than me so I stepped aside.

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**Chevy Blazer**

One of my spanking partners, the Smoker, has an enormous old Chevy Blazer. The extra space helped, because she’s also five-foot-ten. Because you’ll want to know, she’s very curvy, with medium-large breasts and a fun ass to spank. She has long red hair and blue eyes, and she’s the most irreverent person I’ve ever met. The first time I spanked her was in the backseat of her Blazer, in a parking lot in one of those olde towne areas in Virginia. It was just with my hand, but it confirmed that she was definitely into spanking and we met up a few more times, often staying together at my apartment or an AirBNB so she could get the full benefit. We never had sex — the Smoker is gay, so in my head I put her in the “no sexual attraction” box. We get along so well because she can trust me never to be inappropriate, no matter what we’re doing — spanking, mouth-soaping, corner time, whatever. We’re very close now, although we haven’t met up for a spanking in a while.

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**Oldsmobile Silhouette**

My sub and I, as I’ve said in previous posts, are taking a break, and I’m not sure if we’ll get back together, so I’m going to call her the Canadian (even though she was actually born in Germany and raised in the US, she lived in Canada for three years before moving back here). Unlike anyone else I’ve ever spanked, she’s very slender, with small breasts. She has hips, though, and enough padding on her ass to make spanking fun. Her eyes are brown, her hair is brown, and her features are delicate without being petite. We met up for lunch at a sandwich shop and, afterward, drove her minivan to the top floor of a nearby parking garage. It wasn’t impromptu; it was planned for that to happen if we liked each other. The back of a minivan has plenty of room, and we made full use of it; I dragged down her jeans and panties and spanked her as hard as I could, until she was bruised and sobbing. I normally don’t start out that hard, but she told me she wanted it that way. I found out later that that was her first spanking since age twelve, and I felt kind of bad, but she assured me she was okay.

Then the play turned sexual; I smacked her around a little bit (all consensual) and pushed my fingers inside her. She was very wet, and very happy about what I was doing. I even managed to work a finger into her ass. Then I worked her over until she was almost in tears from how good it felt.

Now, we were already planning to meet up the next day, so she specifically wanted me not to let her come, and we’d discussed her edging me in return. Her mouth was amazing: warm, wet, willing, and she took me all the way down until she gagged and choked, trying to breathe and failing until she pulled back and gasped down air. I didn’t last long, and I told her that I was regretting my decision to wait. She said “let’s not wait,” and a minute later I was flooding her mouth with my come, which she swallowed greedily.

Over the next couple of months, we had several hard, painful scenes involving spanking, impact, breath play, punching, kicking, face-fucking, and intercourse — all of it with enthusiastic consent. She cried often, and loved every second of it. I tried to fuck her ass, but she was just too tight no matter how much prep work I did. I do remember managing to get a plug into her, which made her howl in pain and call red (so of course I took it out), but then we negotiated that I would put it back in and we’d do a count of ten. She cried hard from that, but she took it like a good girl.

I miss her.

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**Nissan Rogue**

So I realized recently that I used the name Linda in two stories. The Linda from “it was only a kiss” owns a Nissan Rogue SUV, and as a goof, before we played for the first time at a BDSM club, I put her over my knee in the backseat and spanked her a little. We had to move the seats all the way forward — I’m tall — but that just took a moment to do.

Linda has never fully stripped for me, although I’ve seen her entire body at various times. Normally she just wears a thong, and I respect her privacy in that regard. She’s five-two or so and very curvy — maybe 200 pounds — with large breasts, extremely sensitive nipples, and a very round ass atop thick thighs. Her hair is long and dark and very grab-able. I’m pretty sure she has brown eyes but I can’t remember at the moment. Her smile is gorgeous, and she laughs a lot. Even though we decided not to act on our feelings, I know that I’m still in love with her, but that’s neither here nor there.

The most recent time we played in Linda’s backseat was pretty intense. We were on the roof of an abandoned parking lot in the late evening, and she was over my lap. I lifted her skirt and spanked her, starting harder than usual because I didn’t know exactly what kind of mood she was in. She laughed and yelled, and we had a good time, but soon enough the loud noises subsided and the redder her ass became the more gasps and whimpers I pulled out of her. I’ve actually spanked her to an orgasm before, but I don’t think she was in the right headspace for that, because when we were done, I hugged her, and she cried on my shoulder. It was a stress cry, not a pain cry, and I held her tight and let her get it all out. I thought she was going to kiss me afterward, but sadly that did not happen.

I’m 100 percent certain that her backseat will be the home of more spankings. She really likes the element of possibly being caught, of being exposed, of feeling like we’re doing something illicit even though there is no actual nudity and we are both consenting adults. It’s fun, and I like fun.

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I don’t know how many more backseats will be used for spanking in my lifetime, but if you’re willing to try, so am I. Why not, right?

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/7pz0uz/mf_backseat_drivers_contains_consensual_spanking