Beauty's Punishment

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

Few months passed..

Gia's POV

Cozy in bed for the night, I was surprised when I felt Irene slip under the covers beside me. I hadn’t expected her home until much later, possibly not until morning. Her best friend’s bachelor party was supposed to go all night, and as his “best bro” (the only dyke among her guy friends), she held a special place of honor.

“Home so soon?” I murmured. “That wasn’t much of a party.”

“Some people stayed out,” she answered, clearly a little tipsy, “but it was getting stupid. I wanted to come home to my girl…”

Her hand slipped under my tank top, doing directly for my nipples. I sighed and squirmed under her gentle touches.

“Oh… that feels… mmm…”

With only a slight hesitation, Irene nuzzled my neck.

“Is this okay?” she asked. “I don’t want to wake you up if you’re too sleepy.”

“No, it’s not that, it’s… just…” I bit my lip, not wanting her to stop, but knowing I had to confess.

“Just what, babe?”

“Well, I… um… didn’t think you’d be home, so I… um, kind of maybe… took care of myself… um, twice. Earlier.”

With a light chuckle, Irene sighed but didn’t stop touching my breasts (thank goodness). My relief was short-lived.

“Twice? Tsk… such a naughty girl,” she scolded.

“I know, I’m sorry…”

She slid her hand out from under my shirt, and I couldn’t help but whimper.

“Now, now. No whining, my naughty girl,” she teased. “Tell me more about how you took care of yourself.”

“Um… what do you want to know?”

“Where were you?”

I blushed, knowing that once she started asking questions, I’d be expected to reveal all sorts of details.

“In the living room… on the couch.”

“Mmhmm…”

She turned on the lamp next to the bed, casting a soft low light, and pulled back the covers, letting in a slight chill. My nipples hardened, visible through the thin fabric of my tank top. Staring at my body, wearing the tank top and pajama shorts, she gently caressed my arm with her fingertips.

“Is this what you were wearing?” she asked.

“Y-yes,” goosebumps covered my skin. “And my long, gray cardigan.”

“I see. And why were you touching yourself? Did you watch porn again, dirty girl?”

“Um… not exactly?”

She laughed as her fingers made their way down the outside of my thigh.

“Not exactly.”

“I was looking for something to watch, and there was this, um, old movie in… Like some kind of movie, I think?”

“...And?”

“And, um… there were some scenes that were, um… really naughty… and I got really turned on.”

She raised an eyebrow, which was enough for me to understand that I was to describe the scenes vividly.

“It was set on some kind of army base, and there was a women’s shower room… and two of the guy soldiers had made a peephole… they, um, spied on the women. Watching them… soap themselves up, hands all over their naked bodies… dropping things and bending over… their breasts jiggling when they lather their hair with shampoo…”

“And you loved that, didn’t you, dirty girl?” I nodded, and she smirked. “Of course you did. I know how much you love bouncing breasts.”

Emphasizing her point, she cupped one of my breasts, gently bouncing it up and down. I bit my lip again and accidentally whimpered.

“You love it,” she repeated, and I could only nod in agreement. “What was the second scene... the one that made you touch yourself again, my dirty, insatiable girl?”

“Well, um… I had kind of dozed off, and when I woke up… One of the female soldiers had done something wrong, and um… Her superior officer found her in bed, and he was scolding her, and… um, with another soldier standing there watching, he made the woman roll over on her stomach, pull her pants and panties down to her ankles, and then he spanked her naked ass with his belt.”

“That sounds really humiliating,” she said. “It must’ve turned you on like crazy.”

I flushed, lowering my lashes.

“Y-yes… it really did.”

“Show me how you touched yourself.”

Whimpering louder this time, I did as I was told, sliding my hand under the elastic waistband of my shorts. Lightly caressing my clit...

“Mmhh... mmhh,” I moaned and squirmed under her gaze.

She teased me again about being such an insatiable girl and rubbed her finger along my lips. I opened my mouth for her, ready to suck on her command…

Instead, she chuckled and took her finger away.

“That’s enough touching yourself, you greedy girl. Surely you’ve had enough orgasms for one night?”

I obediently removed my hand, but then shrugged with a small smile.

“Maybe? …What do you think?”

Laughing again, she shifted and raised herself up a little higher.

“I think you need to be punished for being an impatient, ravenous little slut. Don’t you agree?”

“Yes, I agree…”

“You agree that you…?”

“I agree that I need to be punished.”

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