Beauty's Punishment

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

Gia's Pov

In the kitchen, Irene stopped me and told me to take off my bra and step out of the panties that were still around my ankles.

After complying with her instructions, I handed over my lingerie and followed her, stripped completely naked, into the bedroom.

"You'll need a shower, since you're a dirty, sticky mess," Irene said. "When you're done, you can put on the outfit I lay out for you."

"Yes, boss," I agreed, heading into the shower like an obedient girl.

After soaping myself up and washing thoroughly, I dried off, lotioned up, and came back into the bedroom to get dressed.

Laid out on the bed, I found the tiniest g-string I owned, a matching French sling, and a short, tight, dove gray dress.

Based on her dress choice, I think I would be continuing to serve her at home, since she'd always deemed it "too slutty for public consumption."

Slipping into the barely-there g-string, I adjusted it as best I could and then put on my bra. A French sling is designed to prop your tits up like they're on a shelf, with your nipples left peeking out over the top. It's about as naughty, slutty, and on display as a bra with any coverage can be.

Squeezing myself into the dress, her reasoning behind the French sling was immediately evident. My tormented nipples were hard and perky, making them plainly visible through the thin, stretchy fabric.

Looking down, I noticed a pair of strappy black heels, which I put on and fastened around my ankles.

After touching up my hair and makeup, I finally emerged from the bedroom.

Irene put down the magazine she were reading and appraised my appearance.

"Perfect," she declared.

Standing up, she covers a long cardigan over my shoulders. My dress was so short, the edge of the sweater went right past it. "So you don't get cold while we're out."

I stood rooted to the spot.

"You want me to go out? Dressed like this?"

"Is that a problem?" She challenged me.

"N-no, boss... I just, you've always said... this dress..."

"I know what I've said."

"I... look like a..." I trailed off, realizing that was precisely the point.

"A prostitute? ...A porn star?" She teased.

"Yes, boss," I agreed, lowering my gaze.

"Come on, my little sexpot." Placing her hand on the small of my back, she guides me out the door.

"Time to let everyone see what a naughty piece of ass you are."

~FAST FORWARD~

The chill night air was just cold enough to ensure that my nipples would stay nice and hard, leaving them very much on display. The dress left so much of me visible, it felt a little like she was parading me around naked for everyone to look at. It barely covered my ass, and my propped up tits were all but spilling over the low neckline...