Spanking Fiction

 I almost drove past her. The only reason I noticed her, probably, was the rain.  I wanted to be home after a long day. Nothing else, really, was on my mind. I hadn’t even turned on the radio. But the sheets of rain flowing down the windshield, hammering the roof of my cheap little car, made me have to focus to see anything, leaning forward.  That’s when I saw her. She was riding a bicycle along the side of the narrow, windy road. Or, really, she wasn’t riding, not really. She was walking the bike along the shoulder of the road, the pedals swinging uselessly, sometimes backwards. But every few steps, she would try to swing her leg over the bike, then jump back and start walking again.  With the hood of her black raincoat up and her shoulders hunched, it was hard to tell at first that she was a girl. It seems to me that men are more likely to be guilty of the poor planning that must have led up to a bike ride in the pouring rain. Only when I was close enough to notic...