Training

It has been about 10 days since I last wrote in this blog. I might not be so inclined to do so today but Wolfman insisted that I write about the start of my "training." After writing about my punishment as ordered, Wolf drove another two hours or so. When we stopped, he "took" me roughly battering my rather sore body. Honestlym I was turned on by this treatment but Wolfman purposefully left me frustrated and forbid that I satisfy myself. At that point, I was too tired to protest. I woke hours later, very disoriented. The first thing I noticed was that Wolfman was not in the bunk beside me but the truck was parked. It was still dark but seemed too warm for it still be night. It was then I realized that I was blindfolded with my hands and feet tied to the bunk. I called out for Wolf but my voice was met with silence.

I could do nothing but lie there and wonder how long my Wolf would be away. My stomach was growling as I had had no dinner the night before. I also had to pee badly and started squirming as much as I good given my restraints. It could have been 30 minutes or 2 hours but my discomfort was growing by the second.

Eventually, I heard Wolf's footsteps walking toward the truck. As he opened the door, I cried out "Please, Wolf, I have to pee badly." He said nothing but came and released me and removed the blindfold. I scrambled down and started to run to the far side of the truck. Wolfman put a hand on my shoulder to stop me. "Get down on all your hands and knees. Pee here like the bitch you are." Despite the embarassment, I got down on all fours, lifted one knee and peed where I was. The hot stream of pee splashed on one of my legs while the ashalt I was kneeing on was burning my hands and knee.

"Okay," I snarled. "I am starving. Can we get on with this little of game of yours so we can have breakfast?"

Wolfman said nothing but walked behind me and swatted my sore bum with a rolled up newspaper. I yelped. He pulled a dog collar from a bag he was carrying, put it around my neck and attached the tag in the picture above. He also attached a leash. The last thing Wold did was padlock the collar so that there was no way I could remove it.

At this point, I looked around and realized we were at the far end of the parking lot of large pet store. There were few other customers around but I knew I was exposed to anyone who might come by. Wolfman led me to the front of the truck and tied my leash to the bumper.

"New rules. You have behaved like a bitch and you will treated like one. In the truck you are are my pet. And you will act as such or face swift, severe punishment." Wolfman pulled a riding crop from the bag and laid it on my back. "Don't let that fall." With that he walked out of my line of vision. I heard him get into the truck cab and then return to stand in front if me . Wolf had all my clothes and personal items with him in a bag. I watched as he walked across the parking lot and put everything in the dumpster there. Knowing that I had no clothes at all in the truck, I felt more exposed than ever.

When Wolf returned, he bent down and patted my head. "You are most certainly a beloved pet but one the needs much training to be tolerable. Be a good girl and you won't need to worry about this." With the last of this statement, Wolfman removed the crop from my back and stuck it in his waist band.

My stomach growled and Wolf let a hardy laugh. "All right breakfast time." Two pink dog bowls were pulled from the bag. Wolfman emptied a bottle of water into one bowl and dry dog food in the other. "Eat up. No more until tonight. And remember, Bitch, no hands." As I had my first taste of the dog food, I could smell the egg and ham sandwich Wolfman had bought for his own breakfast. When I stopped to look, Wolf's hand moved to rest on the crop. Knowing better than to complain, I finished the dog food and water as quickly as I could.

I will have to right more about my training the next chance I get. Wolfman wants his bitch to prepare to be mounted.

Ouch

I am laying on my stomach resting on my elbows on the bunk. Normally, I sit cross legged with the laptop on my knees to type but my bum is too sore for that tonight. Wolfman is still driving even though it is dark, trying to make up for the time I cost him earlier. The final phase of my punishment is to write here about my misbehavior and its consequences. Wolf will read it later and I am sure to pay the price if he does not approve.

I was feeling pretty bitchy this morning when I woke up and set out to test the limits of Wolf's control. After my usual morning routine, tioleting and a sponge bath nude outside the truck, I climbed back into the truck deciding I was going to do what I want today. When Wolf went to talk to the depot manager about his next load, I rumaged through his stuff to find one of my shirts and a pair of shorts. I dressed - the first time I was dressed in the truck in weeks. After that I rumaged through the food supplies and starting nibbling on Wolf's favorite type of biscuit, the last one left.

When Wolf climbed into the truck he looked at me with a long, hard stare and said nothing. Frustrated that I did not get a rise out of him, my behavior escalated throughout the day. When my chattering about this and that got no response, I changed the radio station on Wolf. I purposefully chose a rap station knowing he hated that kind of music. Still no reaction although I could his eyes narrow and harden. I fiddled with his log book and radar detector, glancing to gage the impact of my naughty behavior. The less he reacted, the more I pushed the limits.

It was around 1 in the afternoon and Wolfman had not spoken a word since he climbed back in the truck that morning. Suddenly, he pulled off the highway into a truck stop with a cafe. I was thrilled at the thought of meal that was cooked by someone else. Sigh ... at the time I had no idea that I was not going to get to eat.

"Get out of the truck," Wolf growled. I scrambled down and it did seem like steam was coming from his ears. At that moment, I realized that I had pushed my Wolfman too far. Wolf grabbed me roughly by my arm at the elbow and marched me into the cafe. We both paused to look around as we entered the eatery. There were 3 older truck drivers sitting at the counter eating a late lunch. A couple of bikers were at a table in the middle of the room and a young, blond waitress was taking the order of a middle aged couple. A woman who looked down on her luck sat at a corner table nursing a glass of water and what looked to be bowl of soup.

Wolf strode in still dragging me along with him. He pulled out a chair from one of the tables and took care in how he angled it. Then he said loudly, "Excuse me folks. I don't want to disturb your lunch but my girl here has been misbehaving all day and needs to punished. If you object to me giving her a spanking right here, let me know now." I heard one of the bikers laugh and say "go for it man." The waitress looked around and announced "nobody seems to obect."

Wolf stood in front of the chair and swiftly pulled my shirt over my head. While i was recovering from the shock of my breasts being exposed in public; he just as quickly pulled my shorts down my legs. "Give these to the woman in the corner. You won't be needing them anymore." I was mortified at the thought of walking across the restaurant nude but one look in Wolfman's eyes and I knew I had better comply. I could feel all those eyes on me as I delivered my clothing to the woman who was down and out. When I returned Wolf quickly turned me over his knee. I realized that the chair had been angled so the men at the counter and bikers would see me fully exposed.

Before he started, Wolf called the waitress over and whispered something to her. He commenced the spanking. I tried not to react too much but his hand slapping each of my cheeks stung and I could not help but bounc around. I could hear the men joking and laughing. Although my eyes were focused on the floor, I noticed the waitress walk back to Wolf.

The next spank was much harder and hurt much more. I realized then that the waitress had brought Wolfman a large wooden spoon. I begged for Wolf to stop as the spanks hurt much more with that tool and before long I was crying like a young child. It seemed like the tanning of my backside continued forever though it was probably only about 5 minutes. As Wolf was finishing, the waitress walked back to collect the spoon. I was mortified when she called out loudly 'Look at that ... her private's are soaking wet." I heard several of the men walk over and examine me more closely. There was more chuckling and crude comments.

Wolf then made me get up and stand with my nose to the the glass window next to the door. This gave everyone inside a clear view of my red, bruised behind and anyone walking by outside would see my fully exposed body. Wolf took his time ordering lunch and eating it. Several of the fellow dinners started to leave and as each one of the men left they would give me a hard smack on my already sore bum.

I expect that I won't sit comfortably for at least a week and I know better than to defy Wolfman in the truck again.

Eight Weeks

I have been traveling 8 weeks now with Wolfman and our adventures have grown increasingly daring, always ending with loving intimacy. But today, I want to write about our first weekend home together. As you may recall, our agreement was that Wolf was master on the road; and I was to be in charge at home. After nudging me beyond limits I once could never imagine crossing, it seemed time for payback when we arrived home.

As we walked into the house, I told Wolf to take a quick shower and then prepare a nice hot bath for me. While he was busy, I laid out what would be his new "uniform" while home unless I decided otherwise - my pink satin nightie and a floral pair of my panties that needed to go in the wash. I also made a quick phone call to invite a friend over for a visit later that evening. As I prepared to get in the bath, I told Wolf to put on the clothes I had laid out, bring me glass of wine, and order a pizza to be delivered.

I savored the long, hot bath I had been craving for the last couple of days and took my time washing my hair, shaving, and soothing some of the kinks out of my muscles. As planned, the doorbell rang just as I was getting out of the bath. Wolf came into the room, dressed as I had instructed. He asked me to go answer the door. I refused telling him that was his job. As he slowly walked to the front door, I y pulled on my robe to go watch what would transpire.

Wolf opened the door and I caught a glimpse of the delivery boy's mouth dropping open as he looked at the 6'4" man in front of him wearing a pink nightie that didn't completely cover his girlie panties. Wolf blushed deeply and growled at the kid, "One word and you get no tip." I had trouble suppressing a gigle.

As we were finishing dinner, the doorbell rang again. "Who could that be?" Wolfman was startled and clearly nervous. "Oh, didn't I tell you Sharon was stopping by?" I asked innocently. Wolfman headed toward our bedroom clearly intending to hide. "No Wolf, I want you to show your new night clothes to my friend. "

Sharon had brought another girlfriend of ours with her as well. I grinned as both woman stared with shock at the sight of Wolf. Having instructed Wolfman to bring us wine and cheese, I settled in to tell my friends about our erotic trucking adventures. When Wolf returned with our drinks and snacks, I told him to stand before us with his hands behind his head. We sipped and nibbled and commented on how sweet and cooperative the "big, bad" Wolf looked in my clothing.

"I think he is outgrowing your panties," Stacey mentioned. I instructed Wolf to move the panties and put them into his mouth. We watched as the sheer satin fabric of the nighty tented in front of Wolfman. The fabric hid nothing and the three of us were fascinated.

When my friends finally left, Wolf and I retired to the bedroom. It was a long time before we got any sleep.

Awakening

That first week traveling with Wolfman, I did things I have never done before and felt things I had never felt before. In letting go of control, I gained a freedom from inhibition and self consciousness. I stopped sleep walking through the sensual side of life and woke to new possibilities. Each day brought some new adventure that pushed me beyond what I would have previously considered an unbreachable boundary.

On the fourth day out, we had been driving for a few hours having gotten an early start. I was naked - my usual truck attire at this point. I gave it little thought as we sped down the highway as it was starting to feel natural. However, Wolf had been quiet for a while; he seemed to be planning something.

"We are going to have to stop at a store today," Wolf finally said, "I didn't plan on another mouth to feed and we are running low on milk and bread." Eventually Wolfman pulled off the highway. Within a mile or so, we came to intersection that had a small convenience store on the corner.

Pulling a 10 dollar bill from his wallet, Wolf handed it to me and said "Get the bread and milk. Bring me the change." I just looked at him and then l pointed to the sign on the door that said "Shoes and shirt required." He laughed and reached in the back behind my seat and tossed me my flip flops. Then Wolf peeled off his undershirt and handed it to me. "Put this on."

I started to argue with Wolf, asking for my clothes. He climbed out of the truck and firmly said, "I will not tolerate whining. Come out here now." I put on the undershirt and flip flops and climbed down from the truck. Standing in front of Wolf, I was conscious that the fabric of the undershirt was thin enough that my nipples were very clearly visible through the fabric. The bottom of the undershirt came just below my ass checks. Acutely aware that anyone in the store could see me, I kept pulling at the bottom of the vest.

"Stand up straight and proud. Hold your head up high and go get what we need. Now"

I did as Wolf commanded and walked toward the store. There were teen age boys standing near the door who were staring at me. I also noticed a couple of older women inside the store and a male cashier in his 30's behind the counter. The boys followed me into the store and I felt 5 pairs of eyes on me as I walked to the cooler in the back to get the milk. I trembled with both fear and excitement.

I could hear the women clucking their disapproval behind my back and the boys making crude comments on my shape. When I got to the cooler, I froze. The milk was on the bottom shelf. If I bent over to get the milk, I would expose everything. I turned and could see through the window Wolfman leaning impatiently against the truck. Taking a deep breath, I bent over and reached for the milk. "Hussy," one woman hissed. I turned scarlett. The boys started loudly discussing the merits of my ass. Grabbing the milk I stood and faced my audience. Walking back toward the cashier, I quickly picked up the loaf of bread on the way.

The guy behind the counter leared at me and took his time ringing up my purchases. He bagged the groceries even more slowly and eventually handed me back my change. As he did so, he surreptiously dragged his arm across one of my nipples. I startled and quickly picked up my bag and walked back to Wolfman.

As I walked to him, Wolf focused on my eyes. When I reached him, I started making it clear to my Wolfman how much I did not like that. He put a finger to my lips to silence me and then took that finger and put it on the inside of my right thigh. After running his finger up my thigh and over my pussy, Wolf held up the finger in front of my eyes. It was wet and glistening. "Charlie, you are a liar." Wolf turned me to face the store as he held up his wet finger for the 5 pairs of eyes peering out the window to see.

I spent the rest of the day needing Wolfman's touch and counting the minutes until we could stop for the night.

The rest of that first day was rather uneventful. Our first night together in the truck, however, was quite eventful. My skimpy attire had ensured that Wolf was very aroused by the time we crawled into the bunk together.

It was still dark out when Wolfman got up. He tried to wake me but I burrowed further into the blankets and slept a few more hours as the truck rolled along. When I finally did decide to get up, I went looking for some clothes to throw on. I checked my bag but it was nearly empty. All that was left in the bag were my tioletries and the bag from my nightstand. Looking around the only other thing I saw were my flip flops, next to the bunk were I had kicked them off .

"Okay, Wolf, what did you do with my clothes?" I asked annoyed.

"Good morning to you too."

"Alright, good morning. Where are my clothes?"

"You will get clothes when I decide to give them to you. Come sit up here until I stop in a few minutes. I expect you want to take care of your morning tioleting needs."

It felt strange sitting in the front of the truck without any clothes on. But I had to admit it was much cooler than the even the panties and bra had been the day before. We stopped at a truck pull off on the highway. Wolfman took off his sleeveless undershirt and tossed it to me. I put it on, grabbed a bottle of water, my tioletries, and some tissue.

As Wolf helped me climb out of the truck, he said "I'm leaving in 5 minutes, Charlie, whether you are ready or not." I decided not to take any chances and hurried about my morning routine. I sensed that Wolfman's eyes on me but I did not meet hs gaze.

On the Road

Wolfman came back with his assignment and we got on the road. Initially, I was sitting in the seat beside Wolf excitedly taking pictures. The landscape was beautiful, the company was charming, and the music on radio was perfect for a road trip. After a few hours though, I was getting restless and hot. I went to turn up the air conditioning but Wolf stopped me.

"It is high enough, we don't want the engine overheating."

"But I am so hot." (Everyone knows how hot New Mexico is in June.)

"Why did you wear jeans and a long sleeve shirt?"

"It was chiilly this morning." I rolled my eyes since the reason was obvious.

"Take off your shirt and jeans." Wolf commanded

'But what if someone sees me... , " I protested.

"Remember your promise. Do as I say. Take them off and toss them on bunk."

I have to admit that I felt much cooler and more comfortable in bra an panties. And after a few minutes, I reasoned that I was no more exposed than I would be wearing a bikini at the beach. Wolfman soon asked me to reach into the cooler and get him a bottle of water. I decided to take one for myself and gulped down the 20 ounces pretty fast. Looking at me slyly, Wolf chuckled and held out his bottle to me. I went to put his nearly full bottle back in the cooler when he stopped me and said "No, you drink it now." I shrugged and drank the second bottle of water without much thought.

With all that water, it wasn't long before I really had to pee. I asked Wolfman to stop so I could get out of the truck. He just responded that there was no safe place to stop for another 45 mins or so. That seemed like forever with my bladder so full. I squirmed and moved around trying to prevent any pee from leaking.

"Please stop." I begged.

"Charlie, I am not stopping until it is safe to do so.'

"But I have to pee!!"

"Use one of the empty bottles."

"I can't!'

I squirmed and squeezed my legs tightly shut until we finally reached a pull off rest stop. The truck had barely come to a stop when I started to open the door on my side.

"No, you always come in and out of the truck on the driver's side."

"Well hurry up and get out of the way," I snarled.

It seemed like Wolf was moving so slowly. I barely made it to the other side of the truck, got my panties off, and squatted before pee was streaming out. I was savoring the relief of the pressure removed from my bladder when I looked up and saw the Wolfman had been watching me. I blushed a scarlett red.

Our First Time Out Together

It was a Monday morning in mid-June that I prepared for my first trip with Wolfman. We needed to get an early start and I pulled out one of my largest suitcases, hastily packing what I thought I might need for a couple weeks. Wolfman walked into the room and laughed, letting me know that there was no room nor any need for me to bring most of what I was packing. He went to closest and picked out smallest bag and said, "Bring only what you can fit in here." Wolf then walked to the nightstand by my side of our bed, pulled out the bag I keep there and tossed it to me. "Save space for this. And don't forget to pack extra batteries."

We drove to the depot and I got my first real look at my new home away from home. Wolf left me to settle in (not that there was much to settle) while he took care of the necessary paperwork and talked to the dispatcher. It was rather tight and cramped in the cab but since the point was to be together, this would pretty much ensure togetherness. My excitement over this adventure was growing.