The subsequent five spanks followed in quick succession, and I suspect Ben was taking it a little easy on me. As the last blow connected I heard the noise of a neighbour opening a door and walking outside. I bolted inside the house like a frightened deer, which made Ben chuckle.
That evening signalled a significant development in the punishment sessions delivered by my Parents in Law as they have moved outside the sanctuary of their home to deliver the punishment.
On three further occasions Jane has taken me for a drive in the car before dinner, usually under the pretext of having to get something she had forgotten for the meal. Once we pull out onto the road way she directs me to lower my jeans. On the last occasion I was wearing a dress, and thought I would get away with pulling it up around my waist. However she made me remove it, and my panties, totally. She then made me open my legs as wide as the confines of the car would allow. As we drove we passed close to several vehicles and I blushed with shame. But I hate to admit it; I was also becoming very excited.
I was now more relaxed with these outdoor excursions, and as the nervousness subsided it was replaced with sexual excitement. The thought of being caught in this compromising position was become an aphrodisiac for me.
The worst part was as I became sexually excited I also became very wet below, and Jane had abandoned the humiliating exercise of making me sit on tissues as I had proved I could be a good girl while sitting butt naked in her car.
On these drives my Mother in Law would always find a dark street where she would pull over and make me get out of the car so that she could administer a punishment to me. On this last occasion she acted very angry when she glanced down at the car seat and saw the wet spot. I received a double punishment, and was made to clean the car seat in the nude when I got home.
My punishment sessions were taken to another level last week when I travelled away for the weekend with my Parents in Law. Michael was going to be away for several days on business so Jane and Ben suggested to their son that I come away with them for a few days break. Knowing how much I was seeing of his parents, Ben knew I would be delighted and happily agreed on my behalf. In truth, if the decision had been left up to me I would have still gone.
And it turned out to be a very memorable occasion.
Part 7
All week I was excited by the prospect of my weekend away with my Parents in Law, Jane and Ben. I had absolutely no idea what lay ahead of me, but that only served to increase the anticipation. I hate to admit it but I could feel my knickers getting damp just visualising what they may do to me. I enquired a couple of times from Jane as to what our itinerary was, but she just smiled back at me and said nothing.
'But how will I know what clothes to take?' I enquired curiously
'Oh, I think you will need little clothing.' It was an innocent enough response from Jane but I blushed at the underlying connotations.
On the Friday evening my husband, Michael, dropped me off at his parents house on his way to his business meeting. Michael had no sooner departed when my Parents in Law informed me we were about to drive to the airport. It had been a long time since I had flown and I was excited by the prospect. We threw the suitcases in the boot of the car and set off, Ben driving, Jane in the front passenger seat, and myself in the backseat.
'Where are we going?' I enquired like an excited child.
'Well, wouldn't you like to know', Jane responded with her usual big grin. 'It is a surprise.' The tone of Jane's voice changed. 'Now, young lady. You know how I expect you to be behaving when you are in our car. You don't want me to pull over on the side of this busy road and punish you for being such a disobedient Daughter in Law.'
I blushed yet again. Jane was of course referring to the fact that whenever I travelled with her in the car I always had to have my bare backside on the seat. Without hesitation I unzipped my snug-fitting stretch jeans and wriggled them down over my backside and down to my knees. My knickers then followed suit.
Jane looked over my shoulder to check that I had obeyed correctly. She smiled when she noticed I had pushed them right down to my knees, as she requires. Jane then rummaged in the glovebox and when she turned around again she had several tissues in her hand. This was always so degrading. My Mother in Law would put tissues under me when I sat naked in the car, as she knew I became so sexually stimulated that my juices would secrete onto her car seat. The only difference this time was that I was going to have to do it myself, as Jane could not reach.
Sheepishly I took the tissues from her, raised my backside off the seat, and carefully laid the tissues under me before settling down again. The drive to the airport proceeded without further incident.
As we approached the airport carpark I became increasingly nervous as there were many people moving around and the area was well lighted. As we pulled into the carpark I was frantic, but dared not move.
Then to my absolute relief Jane turned to me, 'Pull those pants up, you naughty little hussy. Showing yourself off like that to everybody.'
I responded in a flash and my knickers and jeans were back in place in record time.
We were only in the airport lounge a short time when our flight was called, not that I had any idea what our flight was. It was not until we were seated in the aircraft and our Captain welcomed us to our flight to Ohio that I found out our destination. This gave me goose bumps, as I knew that Ben's business partner, John, and his wife, Debbie, lived in Ohio. John and Debbie were the only people, aside from my boss, Geoff, who had witnessed first hand my being punished by my Parents in Law. I wanted to ask if we were going to be meeting with John and Debbie, but felt it would be no use, as they would not tell me anyway.
On the flight the three of us were seated together, with me in the middle and Jane and Ben either side. Once we were in the air United served us with drinks and a snack, then we settled back to enjoy the flight. I pulled the airline blanket over me, lowered my seat back, and closed my eyes.
I felt Jane's hand gently touch my shoulder, and as I turned lazily to face her she whispered into my ear, 'Remove your shoes'
I obeyed
'Now go into the toilet and remove your knickers, and hand them to me when you get back.'
I looked at my Mother in Law, embarrassed by her request. But also exhilarated. I knew this was all part of the game she played with me. She knew how to push the right buttons to make me humiliated but also sexually excited.
I clambered awkwardly over Ben, who was smiling knowingly at me. This was obviously pre-planned by my Parents in Law. In the toilet I did a nervous pee before removing my knickers. Once my jeans were back in place I stuffed my knickers in my pocket and made my way back to my seat.
Again I had to clamber awkwardly over Ben as he made little effort to make room for me to reach my seat. Once seated I reached into my pocket, extracted my knickers, and went to hand them to Jane
'Put them back in your pocket' Jane commanded quietly. I frowned at her confused, but obeyed.
'Now stand up, and hand me your knickers like a good young lady should.' I was so embarrassed, as I was sure neighbouring passengers could not have helped but overhear my Mother in Law's request.
Gingerly I stood up, extricated my knickers from my pocket once again, and holding them in a tight ball in my fist passed them to my Mother in Law's open hand. To my horror she let the ball unravel in her open palm, so that it was clearly evident to anybody watching that she was holding a pair of knickers.