Naked Punishment by mandywoods
Author note: This is a slow-burn romance also containing exhibitionism and humiliation. All characters are older than 18 years old.
1 The Good Girl
Mandy packed her bags while her Mom was still at work.
She was alone and naked. She loved walking around the house without clothes and fantasized about her neighbors seeing her through her window.
At this moment, she never imagined these fantasies would become very real, taking her beyond her wildest dreams!
And, she never imagined they would change her life.
—
“What will it be like to live with James?” she thought. “Has he thought of me as much as I have of him?”
“Mandy, you are a stupid girl!” she reprimanded herself. “Why would James think of you other than Jenny’s daughter? You are so stupid Mandy!! He only knew you when he lived with me and Mom. After Dad. He probably never thought of you after that.”
Her Mom and her ex-boyfriend James remained friends after their breakup. He had been a friend from college and became intimate with Mom after Dad died. They separated on good terms and remained in contact through the years, despite being on opposite sides of the country.
—
Mandy was just about to hide her vibrating dildo in her suitcase. Could this be seen in the airport scan? Probably. Good thing she was checking the luggage. It would be embarrassing if the airport control officer saw the vibrator with her standing right there.
The vibrator was a new purchase. She had bought it online and had to make sure that her mother didn’t find out about it. Now she turned it on and rubbed it down her tummy. She imagined him taking her. She imagined it entering her.
“Please, James, put it in me,” she whispered in a low voice and closed her eyes. “I need it so bad.”
Since her Mom mentioned she spoke to him and she could stay with him, she imagined them having an affair. She remembered how handsome he was and she began to have fantasies.
The dildo rubbed against her moist lips. She pushed it slowly back and forth as it tickled her with vibrations. Then, she suddenly shifted its angle with her wrist and pushed with force.
It entered her hard.
“Uhh,” she gasped.
She slipped it out slowly and then plunged it in further with all her force, trying to make it hurt as if punishing herself.
“That’s it, please cum inside me,” she whimpered.
Her imagination made her recurring fantasy come to life. He was behind her. His strong hands gripped her ultra skinny body, grasping her pelvis bone, moving her back and forth with a force and constant rhythm.
“Oh, please make me cum,” she pleaded as her body doubled over and she needed to gain her balance by holding onto her bedpost.
—
“Mandy, are you there?” she heard her mother down at the foot of the stairs.
Just as she was about to reach orgasm, her mother had entered the front door and started ascending the stairs.
“Yes,” she said flustered. “I’m just packing.”
She quickly hid the vibrator under her clothing in the open suitcase and ran to the other side of the room where her nightgown was thrown on the floor. She heard her mother’s footsteps arriving at the top of the stairs. In a few seconds, she would be in the room. What would she do if she saw her completely naked? She pulled the nighty over her head and tried to act as natural as possible. At that moment, her mother entered the room. It was a close call.
“Hi, Honey!”
“Hi Mom. What are you doing at home?”
“I thought I would leave the office and help you to pack. Besides, I’m not going to see you for a while.”
Mandy smiled.
“Are you ok, Honey? You look flushed. Is there something wrong? Are you becoming emotional?”
“No, no. I was just bending down and moving too quickly. Maybe it made me a bit dizzy.”
“What a lame explanation,” she thought.
But she couldn’t think of anything else. Her mother didn’t seem to suspect anything. She never had any need to question Mandy. Mandy was always honest about “most” things. Their relationship had been strong, especially ever since her father died many years earlier.
—
2. Arrival of the Familiar Guest
James listened to his favorite piano piece, the Chaconne (partita BMW 1004) by Bach for the left hand when the doorbell rang. He had been expecting it. Soon he thought his peaceful solitary life would be interrupted by Jenny’s daughter who would come to stay for a while until she became established. He hadn’t seen her in person for more than six years.
“Now she is 22 years old,” he thought. “Christ! Has it been so long?”
Leroy jumped off the couch and barked with the sound of the doorbell and his tail wagged, anticipating any type of new excitement and experience.
“How time has flown by,” he thought as he walked toward the front door of his condo. She had been a good kid back when he lived with her and her Mom.
—
James had been alone since his girlfriend left him for a guy at work. It had been a year and a half. A relationship that lasted three years ended with a handwritten note, consisting of two short sentences; the first phrase stating bluntly, “I no longer love you.”
Now, he didn’t want to be in love ever again. Since Bella left him.. “Who needs the hassle?” and “I’m better this way!” he convinced himself. The truth was, however, he was deeply hurt.
—
He pushed these recurrent thoughts out of his mind and focused on the music.
Bach wrote the Chaconne, perhaps the most emotional and sublime work in Western music, just after his wife died. Written originally as the second partita for solo violin, many great composers adapted this piece to the piano, the most famous versions by Busoni and later by Brahms for left-hand.
As James listened to the recording for the thousandth time, his mind became lost in the connected harmonies; the tumultuous sadness of the first movement that suddenly gave rise to an uplifted middle section offering hope and continuity from the rubble of despair. It is a testament to the supreme genius of Bach, that through his music created so long ago that the message without words continues to reverberate — that in sorrow, there must still be hope and renewal.
—
He had promised Jenny that Mandy could live with him until she found a job and another place to live. However, James also thought that this may not be a place for a young person. Condo complexes like “Las Playas” were not designed with young people in mind. There are many older retired residents and all kinds of restrictions and rules.
No, this was an exclusive condo community that relished in the “peace and quiet” that only “old people” could enjoy. Scattered amongst the old hags were a few well-off professionals, like James, but children were banished from this kingdom — except the perfunctory grand-children, that by imperial decree could visit on sparingly few occasions.
—
“Well Jenny,” James said to his ex-girlfriend a month previously on the telephone, “You know I would love to have Mandy here, but you know how it is here with kids.”
“James,” she responded as if to bring him back to reality. “Mandy is not a child anymore. She’s 22 years old and very responsible.”