Beauty's Punishment

1

WARNING ⚠
Please be advised that this story contains mature themes and strong language.

Gia's Pov

Knowing Irene had a long and exhausting week at work, I carefully planned a Friday night dinner to cook for her. When she got home, I had food on the stove filling the house with delicious scents of the meal to come. Dressed in a low-cut top and a tight miniskirt, I served her a fresh glass of whiskey with two ice cubes, just the way she liked it.

Kissing me, she squeezed my ass and nuzzled my neck.

"Everything smells amazing," she murmured. "Especially you."

Leading her to the couch, I sat her down and handed over her drink.

"I want you to sit right here and relax while I finish dinner," I instructed.

"Mmm, yes, ma'am," Irene readily agreed.

I passed her the TV remote and a small pile of mail, then went back to my work in the kitchen. A few minutes later, after the room had been quiet for a while, she called out to me from across the room.

"Babe? What's this on the credit card bill?" Irene asked seriously.

I stopped abruptly, my mind racing as I tried to remember what trouble I might be in. I slowly walked over to her, drying my hands on a dish towel, and gave a shrug, trying to stay calm while I figured out what was going on.

"I can't think of anything-" I replied.

"Naughty Secretary Nights... Did you buy porn with our credit card?" Irene asked

My eyes went wide.

"I, ummm..."

She laughed. "Oh my god, you did, didn't you? You are unbelievable."

"It was on that business trip... I was so lonely, and I wasn't getting service on my phone... and I just... charged it to the room... I forgot, I'm so sorry. I meant to pay it off right away..."

The more I tried to justify my actions, the more ridiculous I sounded. Who puts porn on a credit card? I knew it was a mistake, but after spending a week without her and drinking most of a bottle of Chardonnay, it was obvious that my decision-making was not at its best.

"Come here," she instructed. As soon as I obeyed, she told me to turn around.

"Lift up your skirt."

I did as I was told, exposing my tiny, black thong and bare ass cheeks to her.

Smack. Smack. Smack. Smack.

Her spankings made me flinch and move forward. I tried my best to regain my balance and stand still, taking my punishment.

Smack. Smack.

"Such a naughty, dirty girl," she scolded me.

Smack. Smack.

"Y-yes, I know... I'm sorry," I whimpered.

Smack. Smack. Smack. Smack.

"Sorry for what?" She asked.

"...For being a n-naughty, d-dirty girl..." I stumbled over my words. Saying it out loud made me blush, but I knew it was true.

Smack. Smack. Smack. Smack.

"That's enough for now," she declared, and I started to lower my skirt.

"Ah, ah..." she admonished.

"Did I tell you to cover yourself?" She asked

"No, you didn't." I replied

"That's right. Because who's the boss of this ass?" She teased, squeezing my exposed bum.

"You are..." I lowered my lashes, feeling the undeniable wetness between my legs.

Whenever she handled me roughly, I found that I was always ready and eager to do anything she asked. Her actions made me more willing to fulfill whatever she wanted, no matter what it was.

"Mmmhmm... and I'm the boss of these, too." Taking hold of my hips, she turned me to face her and pulled down the top of my t-shirt, revealing a black lace push-up bra.

Sliding her fingers under the cups, she pinched and twisted my nipples, making me moan and squirm.

"Isn't that right?"

"Ooohhh... y-yes, that's right... y-you're the boss..." I wanted to sit on her, to let her strip me naked and have her way with me... but she had other plans.

"And since you're such a fan of dirty girl porn, the boss says you can stay just like this while you finish dinner."

And with that she took her hands away from me, settled back into the couch and turned on the TV.

My breathing still ragged, I turned and headed back to the kitchen, with my clothes messed up, leaving my bra and panties on display.

In the kitchen, I realized the bay window curtain was wide open… Our house was surrounded by a fairly high wall, but despite its height, some neighbors could still get a view inside if they looked from the right angle.

“Um… should I…?” I stopped talking, looked at Irene, and pointed toward the window. She smirked, looked me up and down, and seemed to examine me from head to toe.

“Leave it open. I feel like showing you off. Let’s let the neighbors see what a naughty, indecent girl you are, shall we?”

“Y-yes, boss.” I bit my lip and continued cooking. The open window made it feel uncomfortable being exposed.

Every time I bent over, I wondered if one of our neighbors was getting a clear view…

When I stirred or chopped, making my breasts bounce and jiggle, I glanced nervously out the window. In the dark of night, I couldn’t tell whether or not there was anyone out there, enjoying the show.

When dinner was ready, I set the table and opened a bottle of wine. Standing before her in the living room, I put my hands behind my back and told her it was time to eat.

This is a work of fiction. Any similarity to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events, is purely coincidental.