Chapter 113

"If I ask for something... like lobster for dinner and we don't have a lobster in the freezer you can say "No." If I request that you lie down on the floor and let me fuck you and you say "No" you will be punished."

"Punished? Like I'm a little girl?"

"NO! Like a rebellious slut! I believe that rebellion isn't OK in our relationship and I will do whatever I can devise in order to prevent it. If we discover that we enjoy some types of punishments we will devise ways for you to let me know that you need to be punished."

"You think I might like being spanked?"

"I don't know. How long has it been since someone spanked your bare ass?"

"I was five or six."

"That doesn't count. If you disobey me we may just have to find out how you react to spanking. There are lots of other ways that someone could be punished besides spanking."

"Have you punished other women?"

"Years ago I was dating a woman who seemed to want to be in a bit of pain to heighten her sensitivity. I punished her a few times and she enjoyed it."

"What did you do?"

"Once, I arrived at her home to pick her up for an event and she was late getting ready. I knew she did it so I would punish her. I made her bare her breasts and I used small clothes pins on her nipples. She redressed and she wore the pins for the evening. Twice during the evening I removed and then reapplied them so there would be no lasting damage. The second time I removed the pins she had an orgasm from the feeling. When we got back to her place that night the sex was incredible. She was very turned on and her skin was very sensitive everywhere."

"Oh."

Monica sat quietly for a while.

"Monica, I would like it if you would unbutton your shirt."

She started unbuttoning her shirt and looking at my face. Two buttons open and she stopped.

"All of them please."

She watched my face as she complied. I glanced over as I drove. She pulled the shirttail out of her jeans and unbuttoned the bottom button. I looked. She was still covered.

"Please, let me see your breasts, Monica."

Monica's hands opened the shirt and held it like it was wings. The light coming through the window let me see that she was quite pale all over her chest except where the "V" of her western shirt collars allowed some tan up near her neck.

In the side mirror I saw a semi pulling alongside us. I slowed just a bit, allowing him to pass. As the truck pulled directly beside us Monica closed her shirt. Then she looked at me and smiled.

"What did you just do?"

"I covered myself."

"Did I ask you to?"

"No."

"Is that disobedience?"

"Yes. I'm sorry. I won't do it again."

I saw a sign for a rest stop in two miles. I pulled in behind the truck and followed the truck into the rest stop. I parked and quietly waited until the driver went into the restroom and was walking back to his truck. Monica watched too.

I pulled near his truck and said to Monica, "Get out of the truck and walk up to him. Tell him that I wanted you to show him your tits on the road and that you didn't. Then show him your tits and, as your punishment, if he asks to touch them you will let him."

Her eyes flashed, she gathered her shirt around herself, and she got out of the RV. The trucker looked at us and watched as she approached him. I rolled my window down and I could hear her as she told him just what I told her to say. His eyes got big as she opened her shirt again, just for him. He looked for a few seconds and then started to reach for her tits.

"You didn't ask," she said.

"May I please touch your tits?" He asked.

"Yes, you may."

For almost a minute he held and played with her tits in the rest stop parking lot. Cars and other trucks drove by. She made no effort to hide and he paid no attention to anyone or any thing except her tits. He pulled and squeezed her nipples and she moaned but did not pull away. Finally he let go. Monica looked at me and I motioned her back to the RV. The trucker waved and yelled, "Thanks."

When she got in I drove out of the rest stop and back on the road again.

"Do you feel that the punishment was appropriate?"

"Yes!"

"Will you tell me what you were feeling and what you are feeling now?"

"When I stood in front of him and said what you told me to I was scared at first. Then I told myself that you would not let me get hurt. I opened my shirt and the look on his face was priceless! I wanted him to touch me! Not because I wanted him but because it would please you."

"And now?"

"When he pulled my nipples I made believe it was you. I soaked my jeans. I am wet like I peed myself, but it isn't pee. When he let go I was on an emotional high. All the way back to the RV and even now I am high! I did what you wanted! I was scared and I did it! Thank you for teaching me!"

"You are soaked?"

"Yes! I'm dripping!"

I saw an off ramp ahead that went off, crossed a road and came right back on the freeway. I took it. When I stopped at the road crossing I said, "I think you would feel better if you got out, took off your jeans and then got in the back. You could clean up and bring a towel back up here to sit on."

Monica still had not buttoned her shirt. She opened her door, stood beside the RV and took off her jeans.

"Panties too." I said.

She was nude from the waist down, walked to the back door of the RV, and climbed in. She rinsed the jeans and panties in the sink and hung them in the bathroom.

"Monica!"

"Yes Nick."

"I'd like a taste."

"How?"

"Come close and dip your fingers into your juices. Then put your fingers in my mouth."

She knelt behind the two seats up front but between them and did as I asked. I sucked her fingers clean and said, "Again." I did that many times. In between I told her how great she smelled and tasted.

Finally I told her that was enough for now and she could get a towel and sit up front. When she sat back in the front seat she was wearing only the open western shirt.

"How do you feel?" I asked.

"I'm all excited. I'm still making juices. My skin feels really alive."

"Let's roll the windows down and feel the wind."