by James Dawson
Chapter Five - The Diner (Part 1)
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
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
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
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
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
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."
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
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
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."
"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.
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
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
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
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
"That's right," Mike said. "Now do you want another one, right here?"
"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.
How could he ask such a terrible thing.
"Please don't ask me..."
"Come on," Mike clapped his hands together.
Kate made a little jump, making her breasts bounce.
"Come ON," Mike clapped his hands together again.
She started to make little jumps.
She began to jump up and down, making her huge nude tits bounce and
flop around, up and down.
Mike walked up closer and watched.
The trucker did likewise and soon looked on the verge of passing out.
He reached down and rearranged the crotch of his trousers to accomodate
his raging hard-on.
"Nice, aren't they?" said Mike.
The trucker could not speak. He just stood rooted to the spot. His face
"Okay, you can stop," said Mike finally.
She put her hands up to her face, covering her breasts with her arms.
She fought back the urge to cry. She had never been so humiliated in her
life. She had never even imagined such humiliation was possible.
Mike handed her the little bikini top.
"Here put this on," he said.
Quickly, she turned her back on them and began to put the bikini top
She tied the back, and began to reach around the back of her neck.
"Here, let me help you," said Mike.
He reached for her shoulders and turned her so that once again she
faced herself in the mirror, with him standing behind her. He gripped
the two strings attached to the narrow strips that went over her nipples
and fastened behind her neck.
He began to pull them taught, so that they fit snuggly over her
He pulled tighter, causing her boobs to bulge out below and at either
side of each side of the top. It made it look several sizes too small.
It looked obscene.
"There we go," he said.
She couldn't look.
"Now, let's go have lunch," he said.
He took her hand, and led her out.
The trucker went into one of the stalls.
Kate felt as if everyone in the entire diner stopped and stared the
moment she walked out. It was like time suspended. The five or six men
seated that the counter literally stopped and stared. Their jaws stopped
She could just imagine what they were thinking.
She could feel the tightness of her top, pulling around her neck,
mashing her boobs. She'd seen it in the mirror. It made her breasts look
big and fat, bulging out of all sides. It was gross.
This coupled with her bright red mouth, made her look like cheap. She
stared at the floor as Mike led her by the hand back to the table. He
motioned her inside, and she silently slid in down the bench seat.
"Wow, what a difference," said Jack.
She stared at the burger sitting in front of her.
She could feel the eyes on her bulging breasts. She struggled not to
cover them with her hands.
Why was this happening to her?
"Come on, eat up, Kate," said Mike.
"I..I'm not very hungry," she replied.
She looked at Ken and Jack. They were busy eating, chewing, like
animals. But they still just stared at her as though it were her that
they were eating. She quickly looked back down.
"You have to eat your burger, Kate," said Mike. He smiled, "or you will
have to be punished."
She heard the guys giggling.
Kate suddenly felt the tears well up, and she began to cry. This was
the most horrible situation she could imagine. Here she was, sitting in
a crappy roadside diner practically naked, her breasts almost totally
visible to anyone who wanted to look. She was on display, like an
animal in the zoo.
A sob escaped her brightly painted mouth as she remembered having to
jump up and down in front of that disgusting man in the Men's room.
She was so degraded.
"Knock it off, Kate," said Mike, obviously growing weary of her tears.
He handed her a napkin, "or I'll give you something to cry about."
And being treated like a five-year old made it even worse.
She stopped crying and dabbed at her eyes with the napkin.
"Sure is a good thing we got waterproof make-up."
The guys laughed.
She looked down at the burger and picked it up.
She started eating.
"Atta girl," said Mike.
Their waitress came back to the table. She looked at Kate with thinly
"You sure you're warm enough there Miss?" she asked sarcastically.
"She's just fine, thank you." said Mike.
"Well, will there be anything else?" she asked. "I'm off now."
"Some more ice water, please." asked Mike.
"Sure thing," she said.
She returned back with a pitcher and started filling up the glasses.
"Can you just leave it?" asked Mike.
"Sure," she replied.
"You can pay Auggie," she said, realizing they weren't in a rush to
settle the bill.
"Sure thing," said Mike.
The disgruntled waitress sauntered off, clearly not happy. She pulled a
coat from the coat rack near the door and left.
After a few minutes, Kate saw the trucker walk past their table and go
back to his seat at the counter. She could feel him stare. She thought
about what he'd seen. She felt sick again.
She noticed him lean over and start talking to the other men. One by
one, she could see out of the corner of her eye, the men take turns
looking over at her. She tried to concentrate on her food.
The guys at her table went on talking again, and she hardly heard a
word they said. She just tried to eat.
After a moment, she saw the trucker from the Men's room get up and
Her stomach tightened.
"Say," he said to Mike. He motioned back to the other men at the
"I wuz just telling the guys about, about...and...well,, they don't
Mike looked up at him impassively, drawing on the straw in the
milkshake. He turned and looked at Kate.
Kate could feel the butterflies in her stomach.
"Well," Mike replied, smiling back at him. "I wouldn't believe you
They all laughed.
The trucker smiled back, showing his rotten teeth.
"I tell you what," he continued, "Bernice and the family that was here
hit the road, and it just us friends. Now my buddies here've each got
fifteen bucks for a look like I got."
Mike looked at him for a moment, and then turned to look at Kate.
She felt the adrenalin.
They were talking about HER! Mike and this man were talking about her
like she wasn't even there.
"That's almost a hundred bucks towards our trip," said Mike.
She didn't respond.
"Please...don't..." she finally whispered. She stared at the table top.
She couldn't look up.
"You wouldn't mind helping for the good of our trip would you Kate?"
There was a moment of silence.
They all looked at her. She felt as if the world was swirling around
her. She stared at the table top.
"Kate here is kinda shy," said Mike, "but I know she wouldn't want to
disappoint us." He looked over at her.
She didn't move.
" I think," he continued, "that what she means here is that she would
rather have ME pull her titties out."
The guys all laughed.
"NOOOOO...that's, not..." her words were drowned out.
The trucker motioned to his friends, who quickly gathered around the
booth. They moved faster than if someone had dropped a grenade.
"Jim," the trucker said to one of them, "go and get Auggie, will ya'."
"Oh, my God..." Kate looked at Mike, her eyes welling up with tears.
"Please, no..." It was all she could say.
"We gotta help you with this shyness," he replied with a smile. "It's
no big thing."
Kate could hardly breathe she was suddenly so nervous. The men were all
gross, all looked like slobs to her. They stared at her, almost
literally drooling. The only thing she noticed about one of them was a
huge Adam's apple that stuck out from his neck. Hair grew around it,
like he's given up trying to shave around it.
They were all so gross.
The one called Jim came back, followed by a huge, fat, greasy looking
man in his late fifties. He had on a filthy T-shirt with a "V" neck that
showed wads of back and grey hair on his chest. He had an even dirtier
apron wrapped around his girth. He took one look at Kate and licked his
"Jez a minute," he said, quickly moving down the length of the counter,
like he had a winning lottery ticket, "lemme lock the front door."
Mike got out from the booth.
"Step back guys," he said, waving his hands, "let's give her some
Tom, Jack and Ken all slid out of the booth and with the men formed a
Mike reached his hand out for Kate.
She sat there, visibly paralyzed.
"Auggie," said Mike to the greasy cook as he approached them, "do you
have a plastic spatchula?"
"Uh, yeah..." the owner replied, perplexed.
"Would you mind getting it for me?" asked Mike. He turned to face Kate
sitting in the booth. "You see sometimes Kate here needs a little
"HHOOOOOOOOOO," a chorus of the guys. Auggie hurriedly ran back to the
Kate looked up suddenly as though she'd been slapped. Oh, please, not
again, she thought. She began to feel lightheaded.
Mile reached his hand out to her again.
She didn't have to hear it twice.
She reached out for his hand. He pulled her out of the booth.
As she stood up, Kate looked even more statuesque, and her big, jutting
breasts appeared to be straining even harder against the bikini top.
There was a murmur of appreciation.
Standing up made her even dizzier.
Auggie returned with a blue plastic spatula. There were two rows of
large holes cut into the flat blade part. The front edge and one of the
sides was blackened and warped from use.
Kate stared at it.
Mike took it and set it down. He sat himself up on the edge of the
table they'd been sitting at, facing the counter, and the men. He
reached out and took Kate's arm and pulled her to him. He turned her
around so that her back was in front of him, and so that she too was
facing the guys with her bottom pressed against the edge of the table
between his legs. His thighs straddled her hips.
Mike reached behind him and took the ketchup bottle from the table, and
reached around the front of her body. He placed the bottom of it against
the front of her jeans. It stuck out like an erect penis.
"WHOOOOOAAAAA" cried out several of the men. They laughed.
"Now, here Kate," said Mike, "I want you to hold this here, just like
this with your left hand."
Kate looked down at the rude image. She couldn't look up, she couldn't
face the men she could feel staring at her. The front door was locked,
and she really was trapped. Once again, she thought that the best way
out of this was to do what Mike said.
Slowly, she wrapped her left hand around the bottom of the bottle.
"And with THIS hand," said Mike. He guided her right hand around the
top of the bottle and forced it to close around the top just under the
cap. He began stroking her hand up and down its length.
She tried to pull her hand away, but Mike held it tight, keeping the
"YEAAAAH" cried the men. They made whooping sounds.
"Now you've got to keep this going, nice and steady," he told the
humiliated girl, "no matter what happens...or there'll be punishment."
She felt Mike's thighs pull tight on her hips, making her feel even
more trapped. This was so degrading, even worse than being in the Men's
She looked down at the ketchup bottle sticking out from her crotch.
Tears welled up and spilled out down her face.
Mike continued to work her right hand up and down the bottle until he
had established a good rhythm
"Now, you gotta keep this going, just like this," he said, as he let go
and pulled his hands away.
Kate closed her eyes as she felt him rest his chin on her right
shoulder. She could feel his breath on her chest.
"Keep it going nice and steady," he said.
She closed her eyes and tried to concentrate on the motion, tried to
block out everything else.
She felt Mike's hands on her shoulders. They slowly slid down her upper
arms. He gently began rubbing them up and down, getting into the same
He worked them up and down.
His hands slid farther down and went to her elbows, and he began
pushing them in, pushing her breasts together. They began to bulge out
in the middle of her chest.
She heard the men make cat-calls.