She was waiting for him on the sidewalk in front of her house. He pulled over and she got into the car.

“Hi.” She said, leaning over to meet him for a kiss.

“I like your dress.” He said. “Did you….remember?”

She smiled, looked away for a bit, and replied. “Yes.” She blushed. “I remembered.” She patted her hip indicating she was wearing it under her dress.

“Good girl.” He said.

Ahh. Those two words. That phrase made her melt just a bit.

He held out his hand, palm up. “I want to see them.”

She looked startled. “I thought it was supposed to be a surprise for after…”

“Now.” He interrupted her.

“Yes, sir.” She answered.

She reached up under her dress, lifted her butt up off the seat, and pulled down her panties. Reluctantly, she placed them in his hand.

“I want to see what your filthy mind came up with.” He said, holding them up for them both to see. She could feel her cheeks blushing with warmth as her panties were now on display.

He had given her very explicit instructions earlier in the week. She was to pick a pair of light colored panties, and using a pen, write three naughty phrases on them. These were to be instructions of what she wanted him to do to her after they got home from the restaurant.

He held up her pink panties and read out loud the words written across the rear in big block letters: SPANK ME. There were two arrows, one pointing to where each of her ass cheeks would be.

“Hmmm. Spank Me. I think that can be arranged.” He said approving of her work. Her pout faded into a smirk. She always looked forward to her spankings.

He turned them around displaying the writing on the front. PINCH AND LICK ME. There was another arrow pointing to a small X centered down low.

“Ohhhh. Pinch AND lick? That is very specific. Are you confident in the location of that X?” He asked her.

“Yes.” She replied confidently. “I was wearing them when I drew the X. It’s in the right spot.” She was now grinning, her legs slowly opening and closing on their own. There was an ache growing between her thighs, a wanting to be touched. She was bracing herself for him to discover the last phrase.

He turned them and spread the gusset flat. In small lettering, squeezed into the little patch of fabric between the leg holes it read FUCK ME ‘TIL I SCREAM.”

He looked at her with his eyebrows raised. “Oh My.” He pretended to be shocked. “That is very naughty.“

She could feel her heart racing. She had never said those words out loud before. Exposing these desires excited her. She could barely sit still.

His inspection now exposed a small damp spot on the inside of the gusset. If worn any longer it was certain to soak through to the outside.

“Do you want to skip dinner?” She asked in a hopeful tone. “We could have something delivered later.” She put her hand on the door handle, ready to get back out.

He placed the graffiti covered panties in her lap.

“Hold these.” He said. “We have a reservation to keep.”

He pulled back onto the road and headed towards the restaurant. She held her panties in her lap, both disappointed she couldn’t convince him to come inside, and glad that he was making her wait, drawing out the horny ache. It was going to be a wonderfully frustrating dinner.

Just before reaching the restaurant he pulled into a small parking lot. She puzzled at this unexpected stop.

“Is everything ok?” She asked, “The restaurant is just up ahead.” Then she realized her panties were still in her hand, and he probably wanted her to put them back on before they reached the restaurant. She held them by the sides, ready to redress.

“No, no.” He stopped her. “I’m concerned about that ink from your pen. I don’t want it to run or stain anything else if it were to get more wet.”

She sheepishly looked down at the damp spot. Not only could she not control that from happening, she knew there was more of that to come. Her body’s response to situations like this was not easily hidden.

“I want you to run inside, drop these off, and have them properly cleaned.” He instructed her.

She looked up and realized they were parked in front of a laundry service and dry cleaners business. She slowly turned to him, her eyes widening. “You want me, to,…”

“Go inside and leave them to be cleaned.” His tone was more forceful now.

She slowly reached for the door handle. She couldn’t imagine showing her dirty thoughts to a stranger. Her movements were that of a robot moving in slow motion. What would she say to them? What would they ask? Would they read the words she had written? Would they say something about it? Her heart was racing. She held the panties wadded up tightly in her fist so that no one would see the small item as she was walking to the store.

He sat and watched her go in. He could not hear the conversation but through the window he could see her standing at the counter. She and the young man were both looking down at the ball of fabric on the counter. The young man lifted them, holding them up to light to better see the condition. She lowered her head down and away, preventing any further eye contact. They continued talking. There was likely an inquiry about what kind of pen had been used, and how long ago.

The employee turned, said something. Moments later and older woman came out to back office to join the inspection. The look of disdain was evident in her face. She clearly felt young women should not be getting themselves into such depraved and indecent situations. The effort to clean was overshadowed by the disgusting words and ideas written out before them.

And older gentleman emerged from the work room to give his opinion on the situation. There was a very animated discussion between the three employees while the embarrassed customer stood still, one hand now rubbing her forehead, shielding her eyes from direct contact.

After what seemed like an eternity, the employees all returned to their respective work stations, and she emerged from the store. Her face was frozen, with deep red cheeks, and her eyes in the verge of tears. She got back into the car and quietly closed the door.

“Well then.” He said it an overly happy and enthusiastic tone. “Did everything go OK?”

She swallowed, and recounted the exchange. “Evidently, the pen I used is a permanent ink pen, and very difficult to remove. They don’t think the usual treatment will get the ink out, and it may cause any ink left behind to be even more fixed.”

He smiled at the thought of her having to stand there and listen to strangers discuss the dirty nature of her own handiwork.

“They took pictures of what I had written and sent them to the head office. They wanted another opinion about which cleaning process should be used.” She was almost whispering now, hoping the quieter she spoke the less embarrassed she would be. It was not helping.

“I see.” He said, very pleased with how his plan was playing out. “Did they see all of the pen marks?” He asked.

She nodded her head slowly. “Yes, sir. They saw everything I had written.” This confession about the exchange was almost as humiliating as the actual ordeal had been. “And they saw the dark wet spot inside. They saw it all.” She took a deep breath.

He smiled. While her story held a slight edge of trauma, he knew deep down what all this embarrassment and personal exposure was doing to her.

“They are going to call me in a day or two to let me know if they think they can clean it, and how much it will cost.” She would be dreading this phone call, and would likely experience a mild panic every time her phone rang for the foreseeable future. This news was even better than he had expected. The effects on her would linger for a few more days.

He knew she wanted to hide, to shrink herself so small, and just go home. He waited for a moment to let her stew in her own thoughts, then proceeded to drive them to the restaurant. They didn’t talk about it, but they both knew that there was a wet spot now forming on the back of her dress, pressed between her and her seat. When they walked into the restaurant he would get a good look at it, and he hoped others would notice it too. The flood gates had been opened, and she would not be able to turn it off until she was thoroughly used and exhausted later that night. He smiled adoringly at her. Both inside and out, she was a beautiful mess.