Beauty's Punishment

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WARNING ⚠

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

Gia's Pov

I spent the rest of the car ride obediently watching as Irene covered parts of me in whipped cream and then took her time licking it off, savoring every moment. I was a little ashamed to see how often I stole glances at the camera, since she'd left it facing me. Especially while she were all too briefly going down on me. I kept looking at the screen, watching myself struggle to hold still, while all I wanted to do was squirm under the pleasure of her touch.

"What do you think?" she asked.

"I... I keep looking at myself, on camera," I answered.

"Of course you do. Your entire punishment came about today because you love porn so much, you decided to order some alone in your hotel room, and pay for it with a credit card. That makes you one horny, desperate girl, doesn't it?"

"Yes, boss..." I agreed, knowing just how true it was. My sexual desire always got me into so much trouble. I could never get enough.

We pulled into our driveway, but after shutting off the car, she made no move to get out. The video of me starring in my own porn had ended, and she took her phone back from me.

Turning to face me more fully, the streetlight lit up her irresistibly sexy profile.

"Tell me what you did to yourself, in the hotel room. I want details," she instructed.

"I, um... was laying on the bed... watching, um..."

"Naughty Secretary Nights?"

"Yes..."

"And what exactly were you watching?"

"Um... a secretary mixed up some important files... and she um, her boss made her strip, and, um... bend over the desk... so she could be punished."

"Of course... and how was she punished?"

"With, um... lots of spankings. And then, um, she had to beg, to be fucked..."

She smirked, reaching a casual hand across the space between us to gently touch my nipples.

"I bet you loved that, didn't you?"

'Y-yes... yes, boss," I admitted.

"And what were you doing, while the naughty secretary begged to be fucked?"

"I um, oh... um, I was on the bed, in my lingerie... then I pulled down my panties..."

"Were you on your back or on your stomach?"

"Um... on my stomach, so I could see the TV better..." I blushed with the shame of it, and she twisted each of my nipples.

"That sounds about right... So you pulled down your panties, and then what?"

"I... ohh... um, oh... I rubbed m-my clit... until I came... ohh, god..."

"And did you play with your nipples, too?"

"Ohh... y-yes, boss," I confessed, "but it j-just made me m-miss... y-you... oh god..."

"Uh-huh... I bet it did." She pinched harder, making me moan and arch my back toward her. "And I bet you really want to be fucked right now, don't you?"

"Yes, oh god... yes..."

Chuckling, she used both hands to torment my aching nipples at the same time, rubbing and flicking and pinching just the way I liked it... loved it, craved it...

"Oh, come now... You know you're going to have to beg," she teased.

"Please.... Please, boss... oh, god, please fuck me... please..."

"Mmm, I love the sound of that. Do it some more."

"Please fuck me, please.... Oh, fuck, ohhh god... please... I'll do... anything... ohhh..."

Releasing her hold on me, she sat back and watched me catch my breath, my tits were still shaking from her exquisite torture.

"Good. Because I want you to walk from here to the porch, just like that."

I whimpered, squirming in my seat.

"W-with my cardigan on or off, boss?"

"That's a good question." She think about for a moment before answering. "I think you can leave it on, but when you get out of the car, don't adjust it. If it falls on its own and covers your ass, that's fine. But if it doesn't, you leave that slutty little ass of yours on display for whoever happens to be looking, understood?"

I nodded, feeling eager from all of her intense and delicious provocations.

"Y-yes, boss... Understood."

"Good girl. And of course, you are under no circumstances allowed to wrap that sweater around you. No matter what, I want you to give our neighbors a good, long look at those indecent, bouncy, punished tits of yours."

I lowered my eyes and nodded through my blushing.

"Yes, boss. Whatever you say."

"That's right. And maybe... if you can show me how good you are at following instructions... maybe once we're inside I'll fuck you."

A small whimper escaped my lips as she climbed out of the car. I turned and followed suit, being extra careful not to adjust my clothing at all.

Walking to the porch, I was more aware than ever before of which neighbors still had lights on. I did my best to keep my eyes on Irene, so I wouldn't notice someone peeking out their window and lose my nerve.

As I reached the porch, my sweater finally slid down to cover my ass, but my relief was short lived.

"You can face the street while I unlock the door," she said with a wicked glint in her eye.

Doing as I was told, I turned my body toward the street, putting myself on full display under our porch light. Not only were my uplift tits still spilling over the top of my French sling, but with my dress still hiked up around my waist, I realized I hadn't been allowed to adjust my g-string, either. It was still tugged up between my private part lips where she'd left it, so I was now showing off my most vulnerable parts of myself for all to see...

And Irene certainly were taking her time with the door lock.

"Wouldn't you know it... damn thing is sticking again," she claimed, putting on a false innocence

I stood dutifully by her side, and just before she opened the door to let me in, I was embarrassed to spot a couple of figures in one of the lit windows across the street. I couldn't tell who they were, but I sure knew what they saw...

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