Zelda, looking up at the starless and barely moonlit ceiling, mind frazzled by the meaning of what happened tonight. She, with her dress on not reveal...ng her sort of stomach, falls asleep on the passenger side and finally Penny Lane is said for the last time in three + minutes. I yawn. Tired, reddish eyes awaken to 7:35 on the clock and nothing now on the dial. I parked on a ne1ar empty side street in Yonkers some point last night and did indeed conk out. I wonder hoe long Zelda conked out. I never mentioned the subject again. I knew she would remember. I only wanted to do it if she wanted to. I did not want her to feel pressured.Several months later, while enjoying the afterglow of a love making session, she said, "I've been thinking about the truck driver idea. It excites me. Let's do it."She did not have to mention it twice. We decided to take an excursion into the country along a highways frequented by interstate truckers. My wife wore shorts, no panties, and a blouse that. Maybe 16 or could be 17. Somehow I hadn’t noticed them all school year. Of course, I never ran into them during classes. I mean. I was only 14 and a freshman.Usually, I had always sat towards the middle of the bus, but this time, on the way home, I had sat near the back. This was long before school buses had cameras, seat belts, or anything of the sort. Long before cellphones or the Internet, either. I kept to myself while the other teens jibbered and jabbered and did other silly things while. No sooner had I done so than his hand descended and smacked across my bottom. He was not holding back and I yelped in surprised and pain.After the tenth spank the pain had become so intense that I felt tears spring into my eyes and I began to sob increasingly loudly as his blows rained down. I had forgotten how painful a spanking could be when I made my boast about taking all thirty, yet I felt quite proud that I had accepted them without complaint. In fact if he had delivered many more my body.