Beauty's Punishment

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

Gia's Pov

Following me to the dining room, Irene sat down and let me pour her wine, lightly caressing my cleavage while I served her.

As I stood up, she looked at me, noticing my messy appearance.

“Strip down to your lingerie,” she instructed.

With a small whimper, I obliged her, peeling off my skirt and top. Standing before her in my thong and push-up bra, I awaited further direction.

“You may finish serving me just like that, then I want you to go and fetch your robe,” she said

“Yes, boss” I answered.

I did as I was told, carefully scooping servings of each dish onto her plate. Every time I bent over, my breasts threatened to spill out of my bra. At one point Irene stopped me, ordering me to hold still. Taking out her phone, she snapped a picture of my breasts hovering over her dinner plate.

“I should post this online, since you love porn so much,” she said, showing me the photo.

"We could create a gallery of you and charge people to see your naked body. Would you like that, dirty girl? Whoring yourself out for money?”

A flush of embarrassment and desire crept up my neck to my cheeks.

“I, um… Only if you wanted me to… You’re the boss,” I answered.

She smiled and held up her phone.

“Say that again,” Irene commanded.

“I… would only… w-whore myself out for money… if you wanted me to. You’re the boss,” I stumbled over my words as I realized she were filming me.

“I am the boss,” she repeated.

Reaching up, she pulled down the cups of my bra until my naked breasts were fully exposed. Then she squeezed and caressed them, causing me to squirm and whimper under her touch.

“I am the boss, vulgar girl. You love flaunting your tits for me, don’t you, slut?” she said

The wetness between my legs was reaching a fever pitch. She very rarely used words like ‘slut’ and ‘tits’, so I knew I was in for a night of real torment.

“Y-yes, boss… I love f-flaunting myself… just for you…” I confessed.

“Mmm… I know you do,” she replied, and put down her phone.

Leaving my naked tits on display, she sent me off to fetch my robe. I returned to the table with it still in hand, since she had not, after all, instructed me to put it on.

“You may wear your robe while we eat, but leave it open. I want you to stay warm, and I want to enjoy this pornographic picture,” She gestured to my mostly naked body with a smirk.

“Yes, boss,” I agreed, and did as she instructed, putting my robe on and leaving it open when I sat down.

“Sit on the edge of your chair, and keep your knees apart,” she demanded. I obeyed at once, and the posture of my position thrust my tits forward.

She reached over, pinching and twisting my nipples, one by one.

“You know why you’re being treated like this, don’t you?” she asked.

I nodded, squirming in my seat as she tormented me.

“Yes… yes, boss…” I answered.

“And why is that?” she asked.

“B-because I was v-very naughty… buying porn… with our credit card…” I whimpered and moaned, loving every second that she tortured my perky little nipples…

“That’s right,” she agreed. “And when you act like a naughty, dirty girl, I’m going to treat you like a naughty, dirty girl.”

“Ooohhhh… thank you… thank you, boss… I-I know I d-deserve it…” I arched my back toward her, wanting more pinching, more fondling…

Which is, of course, precisely when she stopped.

"Mmm… You may learn your lesson after all,” Irene speculated.

“Now be a good girl and eat. For the rest of your punishment, you’ll need to keep your energy up.”

Catching my breath, I did as she said.

We made light, fun conversation during the meal, but it was hard for me to focus. I kept wondering what she had in store for ‘the rest of my punishment…’

I didn’t have to wait long to find out. After dinner, Irene instructed me to fetch the gelato and whipped cream for dessert. At first, I didn’t think much of it, we just enjoyed some small bowls of the chocolate frozen treat topped with whipped cream. But then she told me to put the gelato away and leave the whipped cream.

“And I’ll take one more small tumbler of bourbon,” she stated.

I quickly delivered her drink, and before I could sit down again she told me to lean against the wall opposite her. Then she set up her phone so the screen faced me and started to record, giving me a clear view of everything she were filming.

“Take off your robe,” she ordered, and I obediently complied.

“Now your thong,” she added, and I pulled the thin fabric down to my ankles.

“Actually, you can leave them there,” she decided.

“As a reminder that you’re learning your lesson - what happens to naughty, dirty girls like you.”

“Yes, boss,” I replied, lowering my lashes submissively. I stood, waiting for her next instruction, with my thong around my ankles and my bare tits held up by my bra.

To my surprise, Irene brought the whipped cream and put a big squirt on each of my nipples, she finished with a third spray on top of my freshly waxed cunt.

“Grab your elbows behind your back,” she instructed, and stay like that until I’m done with my bourbon.

“Yes, b-boss…” I replied, carefully adjusting my arms to avoid messing up the whipped cream.

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