When Belinda's howling became a moanful bawling, and her plump bottom turned dark red, trucker finally stopped.

"I hope you learned your lesson, hussy!" he said, putting the belt back on "And I really don't envy you. This highway at this time of day usually is almost empty and cellphones don't catch any signal. So, all you have is your bike, but I don't know how will you ride with such a sore ass!" he laughed and walked away to his truck.

Belinda wept in pain and rubbed her bottom. She put on her black thong and tried to pull up her tight leather pants, but the pain in her freshly spanked bottom was so bad, that she only pulled them back down and started a brat war dance for a few minutes.

The trucker laughed and rode away.

Belinda wiped away her tears and rubbed her bottom again.

"Au! Au! Mein arme Popo!" she said "Ugh! I need to ride away from here, but how should I do it, if I can not sit down?!"

It was hard and very uncomfortable, but she rode forward standing and begging God not to meet anyone on her way.