Beauty's Punishment

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

Gia's Pov

The bartender delivered our drinks, and for two rounds we talked of other things. While we talked, Irene casually caressed my bare legs, sometimes slipping dangerously close to the super short hem of my dress. I squirmed in my seat, fighting the urge to spread my legs for her right then and there...

After two glasses of wine, I needed to go to the ladies room. It wasn't that far away, but I would have to walk past several tables and clusters of people to get there. I took the risk of asking Irene if I might be allowed to put my cardigan back on for the occasion.

She chuckled, shaking her head.

"What do you think?"

"Um... No?"

"Correct. And why not?"

"Because... I need to be reminded what happens... to naughty girl, like me. I need to learn my lesson."

"That's right. Now let me see you show off that slutty little body of yours for everyone in here,"

"Y-yes, boss..."

In the bathroom, the only humiliation was when two drunk girls stepped up next to me at the sinks. I was moving slowly, not wanting any part of my body to escape from my dress.

"Wow," one of them said, gaping at me. "Slut much?"

She and her friend burst out laughing. I tried to ignore them, but as they made their way to the door, the other girl joined in.

"We should get a picture of her! Connor and Dylan will never believe we saw a real-live hooker!"

They laughed again while she pulled out her phone and the other one called back to me.

"Smile, you're on candid slut camera!"

There was nowhere to hide, and they were blocking the door. I'd started with my back to them and had to turn to dry my hands, so they probably got pictures of me at every angle. As they disappeared, laughing and calling me names, I realized they could do whatever they wanted with them. Send them to their boyfriends, put them on the internet...

After enduring more glares and mocks on my way back to Irene, I told her what happened.

She sighed and shrugged.

"If they were naked pictures of you, I wouldn't allow it," she promised.

"But since you're just mostly naked... I guess that's what you deserve, isn't it?"

I swallowed and nodded.

"Yes, boss."

"Our tab is paid, and I've been sitting here wondering..." Irene mused, "Should I make you flash someone? Or maybe hike up your skirt while we're on our way out?"

I squeezed my legs together and wriggled on my stool, awaiting her verdict.

"But I decided I want the rest of you all for myself," she declared, and I felt a subtle wave of relief. I would've done it for her, of course...

But being completely exposed in public was something I had never done before, and I wasn't absolutely certain how I felt about it. I was happy to wait and find out another day.

All the same, Irene still led me out of the bar nice and slowly, with no cardigan to hide behind, giving the small crowd their last looks at my barely covered body.

In the car, I got my sweater back for the ride home. It provided more warmth than coverage, and she certainly took advantage of how laid bare I was willing to be for her.

Reaching over, she tugged down the neckline of my dress, exposing my propped-up tits and rock hard nipples. She worked her magic, pinching and tweaking them while I moaned and squirmed in my seat.

"Turn towards me, dirty girl, I'm done sharing you. I don't want anyone getting a glimpse of your naughty little nipples."

I did as I was told, angling my body to face her, hiding my naked breasts from outside view.

At the next stoplight, she made me hike up my skirt for her. when I obliged, slowly sliding the fabric the mere inches it took to expose myself, she took hold of the front of my g-string.

"Did you enjoy our outing, naughty girl? walking around barely dressed, showing off your slutty little body?"

She tugged my g-string upwards, pulling the fabric back and forth between my legs. I shivered with the exquisite ache of it.

"Y-yes... oh, god... yes, boss... i... i loved it..."

"Of course you did... look at yourself."

I checked my position: tits on display, skirt hiked up exposing my ass and all my dripping wetness... squirming in the passenger seat of her car while she toyed with me...

"I-i know... i can't help it..."

"I know you can't." her voice was laced with a teasing kind of pity that sent a thrill through me.

The light turned green, and she released her hold on me. Without instruction to do otherwise, I stayed in my naughty, exposed position.

She once again treated me to the torments she'd been considering, and the thought of living out her suggestions made me practically want to hump the seat...

"So, I figured there were a few options for finishing your lesson... I thought about taking you to the grocery store in that outfit, where there would be more people and brighter lights..." I let out a small whimper, but she just smirked and went on.

"Then I thought about setting up my phone again, to record you getting yourself off right here in the car... like making your own little porno!" she offered brightly.

I bit my lip over a small, shameful smile.

"Yes," she went on, "I thought you might enjoy that one a little too much. wouldn't you?"

We'd stopped at another red light, and she reached over to give my bare ass a few sharp smacks.

"Y-yes... oh... yes, boss..." I confessed.

"Obviously you're desperate to come at this point, since you're a dirty, naughty girl who not so secretly loves her punishments," she admonished.

"I'm sorry, boss," I offered. "What can I do... to prove to you that I'm learning my lesson?"

"hmm..." she considered. "I do have one possible idea, but I'm still thinking about it. for now, I think you should watch this. I remembered you already made your own porno today."

Getting her phone, she pulled up a video and handed it to me. It was the recording she'd made of me earlier in the evening, when she had me stripped almost naked and up against the wall.

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