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It's the deadass middle of the summer in Jodie's small town. She's at the sink doing the morning dishes when the roadcrew truck pulls up in front of her house. Potholes riddle the street and hers is one of the last ones to get the repairs it so desperately needs. From the number of potholes present, Jodie knows the three man crew is going to need all day to make the road right again.

As Jodie finishes rinsing the last coffee mug, a terrible, devious idea comes to her mind. She dries the mug and begins putting the dishes away. At first, her little plan is but a fantasy. The more she thinks of it, however, the more she wants to act upon it. It is very naughty, but if she plans it just right, she might be able to pull it off. Putting the last plate in the cupboard, she closes it and sneaks quietly toward the bedroom she shares with Fred.

Undressing, Jodie opens the bottom center drawer of the dresser with the mirror. Searching for a moment, she finds her prize: the skimpiest bikini she has in her collection. Fred would never let her wear this out of the house because it simply showed off too much skin. It isn't a string bikini, exactly, but the top cuts low enough that her areolas are nearly visible. Additionally, the bottom is practically a thong in the back.

Putting the dark and light blue outfit on, Jodie grabs a wide-brimmed hat and sunglasses before heading into the bathroom. From the bathroom vanity, she retrieves the SPF 50 sunscreen. Jodie's fair skin needs the strongest stuff, and she also needs to stay under at least partial shade when in the sun. Walking back to the kitchen, Jodie slides on her green flip-flops, grabs her cell phone, and walks out the front door. Popping into the garage, Jodie gets a folding lounge chair and heads to the front yard. In the middle of the yard is a large oak tree. It is under this tree that Jodie enacts her plan.

Opening the chair, Jodie sets her phone down on it. Squirting the sunscreen into her hand, she applies it liberally and slowly all over her body, paying special attention to her c-cup breasts and her ample bottom. All of this she does in full view of the work crew. The three men say nothing, but the watch as Jodie lathers up. She takes almost five minutes to apply the lotion to her skin, and regularly looks at the men as they check her out. On this - the hottest day of the year so far - according to the weather report, Jodie tortures the thirsty and sweaty men with her little bikini.

After she applies her sun protection, Jodie enacts the next part of her plan. She puts on her hat and sunglasses and lies on the chair facing the men. They see so much exposed skin and Jodie has angled her chair so that they can even see between her legs. Grabbing her phone, she sets an alarm. This is the most important step. Fred would lose his mind if he knew Jodie was out here like this. It was ten AM and Fred would come out of his home office in the back of the house at noon for lunch. He was incredibly meticulous about schedules, and Jodie knew she had these two hours to tease and tempt the three men not twenty feet away from her. Setting her alarm for eleven-forty AM would give Jodie plenty of time to put herself on display. And maybe she would come out in the afternoon, too.

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"Jodie". The voice is stern and urgent. Jodie realizes with a start that she had fallen asleep. How long had she been out? Her alarm hadn't gone off, so if must be before noon. "Jodie" the voice calls again. Jodie's head tilts up fast enough to jostle her sunglasses out of place. Fred. Oh no. "Um, I was, uh" she begins. Her eyes dart around until they land on her cell phone. "You were what" Fred demands. Jodie tries to buy herself some time. "H-how is your d-day going, Daddy" she stutters as she grabs her cell phone. Pressing the home button on her phone does nothing. The screen won't come on. And the phone feels very hot. Oh Christ, she thinks to herself. The heat must have shut the phone down. It must be past noon now.

"I was great until I came out of my office. Instead of finding you making us lunch, I come out and see you dressed like a harlot teasing the poor road crew". Jodie faints at looking hurt and confused. "I-I would never do such a thing, Daddy" she pleads. "They, they must've shown up after I decided to get some sun". Fred isn't buying it. "I talked to the foreman and he told me that you practically rushed out the door and put on your little show as soon as they arrived. And, this is the first time you've ever sunbathed in our five years of marriage". Jodie starts to tear up now, caught like a mouse in a trap. "Plus, I've told you numerous times that no one is to see you in that bikini besides me. It's practically lingerie. You might as well be nude".

Jodie is about to say something when Fred holds up his hand. It's clear that he is thinking and forming a plan of his own. "Jodie, I am going to go inside and get the belt". Jodie begins crying real tears. Fred only uses the belt for the most serious offenses, and his belt spankings always leave her breathless and sobbing. But, it soon becomes clear to Jodie that Fred's plan is going to lead her to worse places than a mere spanking. "When I get back out here, you had better be out of that bikini and in position for your spanking".

Jodie's eyes go wide and she pulls the sunglasses off. Looking Fred in the eyes she begs. "He-here? Oh Daddy, you, you can't mean it. I, I'll take a spank-spanking, but not out here. No-not in front of them" she says pointing at the crew, why are now watching the events unfold. "You decided that you were going to tease these guys who are working hard in the heat. Well, now I'm going to work hard on your little butt with my belt and they're going to see it all. Birthday suit by the time I come back. I mean it". And with that, Fred walks off back to the house.

It takes Jodie almost five minutes to strip off the bikini. She starts with the bottoms because she thinks that might be less embarrassing. Untying the left and right sides, she pulls the fabric out from between her legs. Facing away from the men, she takes some measure of comfort in knowing that they can only see her pale bottom. For now, she reminds herself. Folding the article, she places it down on the chair. She can't look at the crew directly, but out of the corner of her eye she can tell that no work is going on. No work had gone on since Fred first came out, in fact. And so, with a deep breath, Jodie unties the neck of her bikini top and lets it fall down. Her pert twenty-six year old tits are exposed to the sun, the little inverted nipples like ghosts against the pale flesh. After removing the top and folding it neatly on the chair, Jodie assumes her pre-spanking position.

Fred comes back just in time to see the now naked Jodie standing with her legs spread wide and her hands on her head. She is, as he knew she would be, facing away from the work crew. Approaching the chair, he drops the belt on it and grabs Jodie by the arm. Turning her around, he makes sure the work crew are all watching as he inspects his young bride. Fred checks to make sure Jodie is shaven properly, starting with her under arms. Jodie tries not to pull away from his touch, but it tickles her as he grazes the smooth skin with his finger. Tracing his fingers down her chest and over her nipples, Fred moves on to inspect her pussy. Jodie is clean shaven and smooth. And she blushes brightly as Fred spreads her pussy lips. "Have you been playing with yourself without my permission" he asks. "No Daddy, I pro-promise I wouldn't d-do that" she says, utterly humiliated in front of both her spouse and three strange men.

Now comes the worst part. Fred spins Jodie around and forces her to bend over at the waist. The three members of the pot hole repair team watch intently as Fred spreads Jodie ass cheeks wide. Her little pink pussy and asshole display prominently for all to see and Jodie cries harder than before. But not as hard as she does when Fred releases her cheeks and picks up the belt.

The spanking is fast and fierce. Jodie almost stand up a few times as Fred dispenses justice on her backside. He warns her that if she does that again she'll get extras with the paddle. Jodie sobs as Fred works over her bottom with the leather belt. "D-daddy, please" she moans, but Fred is steadfast in his duty. The belt and Jodie’s sobs reverberate along the street and it is clear to anyone in earshot that she is getting a good and well-deserved punishment.

Finally, Fred ceases the spanking and tells Jodie to stand up. She does so gingerly and tries to rub her sore, red bottom. Fred smacks her butt and reminds her of her to put her hands on her head. "Now Jodie, I want you to tell me why you got spanked". Jodie cries as she recounts the reasons for her humiliating punishment. "I-I teased the men who cam-came to fix our street and that was so mean of me" she sobs between words. "And what else" Fred probes. "And I wore the bikini you told me not to out in front of other people".

Satisfied with her answers, Fred nods at her. As debasing as her punishment was, at least now it's over, Jodie thinks to herself. But Fred has other ideas. He picks up the bottle of sunscreen and checks his watch. "Jodie, it's been more than two hours since you last applied the sunscreen". She nods. "Yes Daddy. I'll go inside now so I don't burn".

Fred shakes his head. "No, you're not going inside just yet. You wanted to put on a little show and be seen, and that's just what you're going to do. And more" Jodie shakes her head and starts begging. "No, no Daddy, please. I-I want to go inside" Fred nods toward the work men, still watching the action unfold. "And they just wanted to work on the pot holes without being tempted. So, here's what's going to happen next. You're going to stay out here until I'm done with work. And you're going apply more sunscreen so you don't burn". Jodie is still in shock when Fred hands her the bottle and drops the biggest bomb on her. "Or rather, they're going to apply it to you. Every two hours, starting right now, you're going to go up to a different man and ask him to please apply more sunscreen all over you". Jodie is now cowering in fear. "And this is very, very important, Jodie. After they apply the sunscreen for you, if they ask you to do anything - anything at all, the answer you're going to give is yes".

Before Jodie can say anything, Fred gathers up her bikini and heads inside. Poor Jodie is left standing in nothing but her little flip-flops on her front yard. It's going to be a very, very long day, she realizes. It's almost ten minutes before she can force herself to begin walking over to the foreman.

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