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.