Fun in Florida
It had been a little over 3 hours since Reggie had chained his pet back in her compartment and lowered the lid. He'd been on the Jacksonville Trucking Yard long enough to get his paperwork turned off, the trailer dropped and hooked up the empty trailer for his next pick up. He remembered with glee the squeal he'd heard her make when the rig had dislodged from the trailer, and moments later bumped into the empty that he was taking away. He knew she was awake.
He didn't have to be in Homestead until the next afternoon, so that left about 12 hours for him to play with his new toy and catch a little sleep before they had to leave. The yard was quiet, with only 2 other drivers having come and gone since he'd been there. It was situated in an out of the way area and very little traffic would happen by. It was late evening now and he knew the chances of anybody coming back by were slim to none.
He maneuvered the rig to the side of the yard, in the area the drivers used to service their engines. There was a water hose there and by now, Reggie knew his passenger would be in need of a little refreshing. It was dark outside with only 1 light in the service area, which was surrounded by a fence and old gnarly trees.
He walked to the back of the cab and raised the bunk bed. There she was, laying chained beneath the bed in her little compartment. She'd been crying and was staring up at him with the most pitiful look he'd ever seen. In glancing lower on her body, he noticed that she had finally lost the battle of wills and the diaper had become the recipient of her unsightly loss. When she noticed that he'd seen her humiliation, the tears began anew.
Reggie locked the bunk bed in the upright position and knelt beside her. He smiled at her in the way a parent would look at a precious child. "See sweetheart, don't you feel better now?" he cooed to her as he began unchaining her. He hooked a short piece of rope, about 3 feet to the collar she was wearing, looked sternly at her and told her to remember what happens if she breaks the rules. She looked up at him fearfully as he removed her gag and led her to the front of the cab and opened the door.
He climbed out of the rig and pulled until she started climbing down, her knees wobbly after having been in the cramped compartment for so long. He pulled her to the side of the truck, grabbed the water hose and marched her to the side of the little shack in the service area where the old tires were kept. He reached down and turned the nozzle, releasing the water, and pointed the hose at her. Other than a slight squeak sound that escaped as the water first hit her, she made no noise.