Beauty's Punishment

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

Gia's POV

Insisting that the punishment fit the crime, Irene instructed me to roll over on my stomach. As soon as I obeyed, she pulled down my pajama shorts until they hung around my ankles.

“It didn’t sound like she had her tits out while she was spanked, did she?” she asked.

“No, she didn’t,” I answered.

“Hmm… But you did get yourself off twice, so you probably need a little extra punishment. Rest on your elbows.”

I followed her orders, and she rewarded me by pulling down the straps of my tank top until my naked breasts were fully exposed. Knowing how much I loved having her play with and torture my nipples, she only treated me to a few, all too brief pinches. Then she simply left them there on display, for her enjoyment.

Prolonging my torment, she pulled my panties down to my mid-thighs, then she stood up and assessed her handiwork.

“I think I’ll have a nightcap,” she announced. And without another word, Irene left the room, leaving me behind to squirm in anticipation.

I lay there, stripped mostly naked, waiting for her. It all turned me on so much, it was all I could do to not reach between my legs, or start humping the mattress…

As if reading my mind, she called in from the next room.

“Don’t squirm too much in there. If you accidentally make yourself come, I’ll have to make your punishment even more severe.”

I forced myself to hold still, my body brimming with anticipation. The sound of her footsteps returning was accompanied by the sound of ice cubes tinkling against glass.

“Damn, that moon is crazy bright tonight.”

Crossing to our floor-to-ceiling windows, Irene pulled back the curtains and let the moonlight spill in. The bright, subtle glow illuminated neighboring buildings. She looked back at me with a smirk.

“If you take your punishment like a good girl, I’ll leave these closed. But if you don’t do as you’re told, we’re going to open them up and put on a little show for all our night owl neighbors.”

Looking around, I noticed plenty of lights on. Keeping the curtains open would guarantee that numerous strangers would witness my penance.

“Is that understood?” she asked.

“Y-yes, understood,” I agreed.

“Good.” And with that, she closed the curtains. At least for the time being.

Returning to the bed, Irene set her glass on the nightstand and gently ran her cool fingers along my naked ass and thighs. I shivered with delight, then cried out as she landed the first blow.

Smack!

Her hands thrashed me with a series of spankings, and though...

“Ahh, mhmm.. Y-yeahhh..” I moaned under the force of each one, I lay still and took it, like a good girl, as instructed.

Pausing for a moment, she made me lift my hips so she could slip a pillow underneath, propping my ass up higher for her. My punishment resumed, and the harder she spanked me the more wetness I felt between my legs.

“Tell me you’re sorry,” she instructed, and I obeyed at once.

“I-I’m s-sorry,” I promised her.

“For what?”

“For being such a d-dirty… insatiable… girl…”

“Mmm, that’s right you are.”

Smack! Smack! Smack!

While being punished, I heard her phone start to ring. In the middle of the night, it could only be her drunk buddies. I fully expected her to ignore it and keep spanking me, but to my surprise, she answered it.

“Ha ha, hey dude, what’s up?”

While she talked to her friends, she lifted my tank top over my head, then pushed me until I flipped over on my back. My panties were still around my thighs, and my shorts around my ankles, but otherwise I lay there fully naked and exposed for her.

“I can’t believe you fools are still out… ha ha, no way, dude, I’m busy…”

Sitting on top of me, she started to pinch and flick and squeeze my nipples. I squirmed and moaned loudly. She placed a finger to her lips.

“Be quiet,” she scolded in a whisper.

I bit my tongue and writhed under her delicious torment while she casually went back to her conversation.

“None of your business… ha, maybe… No, I can talk for a sec. Where’re you at?”

Shouldering the phone to free her hands, she pinched both of my nipples at once. Overcome with lust and longing, I turned my head and bit the pillow, squirming under her as she pulled my breasts up by my nipples, shaking them back and forth.

After a few more minutes of watching me wriggle and squirm while she manhandled me, she stopped suddenly. As embarrassed as I was to be teased and touched while she talked to her friends, as soon as she stopped I knew I would beg her to do it some more.

Finishing her drink, Irene pointed at me before leaving the room.

“Stay,” she said quietly, and left me naked and panting on the bed.

Her conversation continued in the other room, but I was barely aware of what she was saying. As I caught my breath, my body filled with intense desire.

She knew exactly what to do to make me desperately eager and willing to do her commands. Whatever she wanted from this point, I would do it. I’d let her fuck me against the open window… take me out while I was naked under a raincoat… watch porn with her and let her do whatever happened on screen…

I lay there with my mind swimming, wondering what she actually had in store for me.

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