Chapter 5

They let Kate pull her T-shirt back down for the ride, but made her put the soggy blindfold back on. She had never before been out without a bra on, and she felt cheap. She could feel her big breasts jiggling under her T-shirt. That it was a white one made it even worse, as she could just imagine how clear her nipples must show through.

Mike still had her bra draped over his shoulder and that made her feel even worse, like it was a saddle, like she was property. She’d thought he might give it back to her after making her do that rude display, making her jiggle her breasts for them, but he hadn’t. He just told her she could pull her shirt down.

Her bottom stung from the spanking, but it wasn’t too bad. It was just hot.

Even though it was Mike who was making her do all of these horrible things, she realized that she was actually more frightened of the other three guys, especially Jack and Ken. Ken hardly said a word. He just stared at her with those dark eyes, making her flesh crawl. He even looked to her like the kind of guy who used drugs. They both really gave her the willies.

She didn’t know how she could possibly face them again in school after being so humiliated. Her face flushed at the thought. After having to bare her breasts, and even being forced to pull down her pants and her panties for a spanking.

She realized that the best way out of this was just to do as Mike said and pray for it to be over. The thought of those pictures going around school was unthinkable. What would her parents say? Even worse, what would her father say?

As they drove along, the guys again talked amongst themselves, though every once in a while, one of them would bring up the scene in the parking lot, and she would be reminded all over again. Her bottom, and her face, would burn.

“Anyone getting hungry?” asked Mike.

“Yeah, I wouldn’t mind a burger,” said Jack.

The other two guys agreed.

“Say Ken, pull into that Happy Diner” said Mike.

She felt the car slow down and pull in. It came to a stop.

“Okay, Kate off with the blindfold.”

She pulled it off and blinked a few times to get adjusted to the light.

She saw that they were in the parking lot of a typical looking American greasy spoon diner.

“Say, Kate,” said Mike, “since you didn’t like traveling in your bra, I think you brought a swimsuit, didn’t you?”

Oh God. She realized what swimsuit it was.

“Y ... yeah,” she said reluctantly.

“It’s such a nice day out, why don’t we have you change into that?”

She didn’t respond.

“Lets go,” said Mike.

They all climbed out of the car, and Mike pulled Kate around to the rear. He opened the trunk and pulled out her bag. She watched him as he went through it, finding one then the other piece of the suit.

He whistled when he saw it.

“Whew, that’s a nice one, Kate.”

She blushed bright red.

“It’s not really mine...”

Mike smiled at her. He reached over and held the top up over her chest where it would fit when on.

“Well, it’ll look just great on.” He smiled at her. She looked away from him.

He looked at her face, and then went back to the bag. He pulled out the little make-up bag that Caroline had left.

“We need to spruce you up a little bit.”

He pulled the trunk shut and walked her into the restaurant.

The Happy Diner looked like a converted truck stop. There were two rows of booths to the right and a long counter to the left. It was pretty slow. There were a few trucker type guys sitting at the counter and a family in one of the booths. The men went quiet when they saw Kate, and their eyes followed her across the room. She wondered if they could see her nipples through the T-shirt.

Mike lead them to the rear of the diner, and they all piled into the booth at the back.

Kate was not very hungry, and every time she made eye contact with one of the guys he would smile at her, making her feel sick. She stared at the formica tabletop.

Mike ordered cheeseburgers and milkshakes for everyone.

“Well,” Mike said after the waitress had taken their orders.”Let’s see what we can do to spruce Kate up.” He slid out and stood up. Still holding her suit and the bag, he offered Kate his free hand.

She took it and slid out.

A couple of the men at the counter watched the two of them as they got out together.

The two of them went down a short hallway, and when they got to the restrooms, Mike walked up to the door that said “Men’s.” Someone had taken a blue magic marker and drawn an erect penis on the “man” symbol on the door. Mike looked at it and smiled.

“Think this guy has seen you?”

Kate looked at the floor.

Mike opened the door and looked inside.

“Before you go change, let’s get you looking good,” he smiled. He motioned to Kate to go inside- into the Men’s room.

She stopped and stared through the open doorway.

“Please ... don’t make me go in there...” she said.

“Come on Kate, don’t make a scene, or I guarentee it’s gonna get real crowded.”

She realized he was right, and reluctantly walked in.

To the right along the wall was a counter with two sinks in it with a long mirror mounted above it. To the immediate left there were four unrinals. At the back were two stalls with the doors taken off. The pungent smell of disinfectant assaulted her nose.

Mike lead her towards the corner where the counter with the sinks met the far wall. He stationed her in front of the mirror and opened up the little bag.

She looked at herself in the mirror and saw that her eyes were red and puffy. She could clearly see the outlines of her nipples through the T-shirt. The sight of herself made her almost start crying.

Mike walked into one of the stalls and ran some toilet paper off of the roll. He pulled it into two wads and ran one under the cold tap.

“Come here,” he said.

She turned to face him.

“Close your eyes.”

She did.

He gently pressed the cold wad of tissue over her eyes.

She gasped a little as the coldness of it.

Her full lips parted slightly.

She felt suddenly uncomfortable with his nearness

She felt aware of her breasts covered by just the thin T-shirt.

She wondered if he was staring at them.

At any minute someone could come walking in.

She tried not to think about it.

Mike dabbed both of her eyes, and then just held the cold wad of tissue in place for a few seconds over each eye. He then wiped away the moisture with the dry half.

She felt his hand move her chin.

“Now, keep your eyes closed,” he said.

She heard him fumble around in the make-up bag.

He pulled out a liquid eyeliner.

“Now keep still,” he said.

He pointed the tip of the brush into the corner of her left eye and painted a thin dark line across the edge of her upper eyelid, just along the line of the lashes. He then did the same for the other eye.

He waited a moment, letting it dry.

“Here, put some of this on,” he said, handing her a lipstick.

She took it and noticed it was one of Carolines. It was a deep yet bright red.

She was stunned at the effect the eyeliner had. It made her look even more like an Italian movie star- or more like a Playboy model.

Quickly, nervous that someone would come in, she rolled out the stick and began to put on the lipstick on her full lips, struggling to do it as unsuggestively as possible.

“Great,” said Mike, staring at the result. Her full sensuous mouth seemed even bigger bright red.

He took the lipstick

“Here’s the finishing touch,” he said and handed her the mascara.

“Look,” he said, “it’s the waterproof kind, just like the eyeliner.”

She almost stopped to ask him why. Why he was being so cruel to her.

She’d never done anything to him.

She decided against it. She wanted to get out of the stinking Men’s room.

She took a deep breath and applied the mascara.

“Now turn around, let’s see.”

Anxious to get out, she did.

Behind Mike, she could see the urinals against the wall, reminding her where she was. She wanted to run. She stood there holding her hands together in front of her chest.

Mike held up her little bikini. The straps dangled down.

“Why don’t you change into this?”

Relieved to finally be getting out, she walked towards him and began to reach for it. He pulled it away as she got close.

“Why don’t you change right here.”

Her heart sank.

She felt her resolve weakening.

“Pl ... please let me out of here...”

“I’ll tell you what,” said Mike, “for now, we’ll just put on the top.”

“Pleeeeeease ... what if someone comes in?”

“Come on, Kate, or our food’s gonna get cold.”

“Please...”

“Now you give me the T-shirt,” Mike continued, ignoring her plea, “and I’ll give you the bikini top.”

She realized there was no way out.

Her eyes nervously looked to the door.

“The sooner you change...”

She looked at him again.

He smiled at her.

“Come on.”

She reached down and gripped the bottom of the T-shirt, and slowly pulled it up, up over her trim stomach.

Her big nude tits popped free. They rose up on her chest as she pulled the shirt over her head.

She pulled it off and held it in front of her with one hand, and held out the other.

“Toss it over,” said Mike.

She stood for a moment, and then lobbed the shirt to Mike. She crossed her arm over her chest.

Just then, the door suddenly opened, and in walked one of the truckers.

He was in his fifties, and had a large pot belly that stretched the buttons on the lower part of the front of his dirty shirt.

“Whoaa, wad we have here...” he said, surprised.

Kate leaned back against the wall, covering herself as best she could.

Ample amounts of breast bulged through her slender arms.

“Kate here wanted to change,” Mike told him casually, “but we couldn’t seem to get into the Ladies room.”

The trucker stood mesmerized by the sight in front of him.

He took a deep drag from the cigarette hanging from his mouth. His eyes squinted slightly.

Kate felt her blood race.

“I hope you don’t mind,” said Mike with a smile.

“Hell, Nooooooo, son.” he replied. He looked back at Kate cowering in the corner. “Your damn lucky.” He smiled, showing several gaps in his teeth. “And I guess, so am I.” He laughed.

They both laughed and just stared at her like they were waiting for something to happen.

“Please ... please can I have the top...” asked Kate, trying to sound calm.

Mike didn’t move.

Neither did the man.

“Boy,” said the trucker, “she sure looks stacked.”

Mike looked at him and nodded.

“She is.,” he replied.

They both looked at her again.

“Show our friend how stacked you are Kate,” said Mike finally.

“Please...” she felt panicky.

“Kate,” continued Mike, “what happens when you don’t follow instructions?”

She didn’t respond.

“What happened earlier today when you didn’t follow instructions?”

She couldn’t speak. She realized what he wanted her to say- to say in front of this gross man. He wanted her to admit that she’d been spanked, spanked like a child.

“Kate? What happeded?”

She stood there, mortified.

“A ... a ... ssspanking...” she finally uttered, almost choking on the word.

“That’s right,” Mike said. “Now do you want another one, right here?”

“NOOOOOOOO ... please...”

“I didn’t think so.”

The trucker figured that some game was going on here, but wasn’t exactly sure what to do.

He just stared.

Kate began to panic.

“Now show our friend here how stacked you are.”

Her eyes darted back and forth.

She was trapped, and she knew it.

Slowly, her hands began to drop, and her ample breasts came into view.

“JEEEEESUS...” exclaimed the trucker.

She had to bit her lip to keep from pulling her arms back up.

“Step forward, Kate,” said Mike.

She took a step away from the wall.

“Now put your arms behind your back.”

She looked worriedly at Mike, and then at the trucker.

Slowly her arms moved around her back, to the back of her jeans. Her wrists crossed over each other above the back belt loop.

She felt horribly vulnerable, the whole front of her body exposed.

“Now, jump up and down for us,” said Mike.

Oh God.

How could he ask such a terrible thing.