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.