Endless Nudity Ch. 03

Janice was a bright-eyed, congenial waitress at the hotel where Melissa and I were staying. She was also smitten with me.

I was pretending to be a slave, therefore I had to be naked all the time. Janice had seen my sculpted abs, my waxed pubic area, my perfect ass, and my cheerleader breasts. Slaves are forced to keep their naked bodies on display at all times, so, Janice had gotten a good look at every inch of my body every time we were in the same room together.

Melissa was playing the role of my mistress and was getting skilled at being in the dominant role. At first, she had been reluctant to treat me like a slave, but she was getting increasingly comfortable. She was the one who came up with the idea of offering me up to Janice and allowing the young, congenial waitress to live out some of her fantasies with me.

"So, what would you like to do with her?" Melissa asked.

Janice blushed, then looked around as if she were afraid someone would overhear. Then, she timidly replied, "Well, she has the most beautiful and pertly shaped buttocks I have ever witnessed with my own eyes. I've fantasized about spanking them."

I must admit, I wasn't at all surprised about her fantasy. Many people who are attracted to slaves want to spank them. Melissa just nodded her head and invited Janice to come up to our hotel room later that evening to spank my poor bottom.

"Actually, what I would really like is to do it down here," Janice said. "I think it would be more fun to do it right here in the restaurant, with all the restaurant patrons and my coworkers watching."

Woah. Okay, that was far less common.

"That sounds like fun," Melissa replied. "But I'd have to clear that with the hotel manager first. What you're asking might violate some restaurant policies, or hotel policies. But, if I can clear it with the hotel management, I'll arrange for you to spank Jody with all of your coworkers watching."

Janice flashed me an eager smile like a little kid on Christmas. I shivered slightly. I get a surge of arousal from submitting to dominant women, but spankings sting. I fear them. I'll admit it's a delicious, erotic sort of fear, but I'm still afraid.

Yeah. I'm complicated. Even I don't understand these feelings.

Melissa then proceeded to talk to Janice's boss at the restaurant as well as the hotel manager. It didn't appear that allowing a waitress to spank a naked slave in the hotel restaurant with dozens of people watching violated any of the hotel's rules or policies. Or, if they did, the hotel manager was willing to bend the rules for the sake of public entertainment.

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It took time to arrange. The restaurant manager and the hotel manager wanted to sort out the details, make sure there were enough employees to keep things running smoothly and they even brought in some security people to work crowd control just in case any of the patrons got out of hand.

When the time arrived for my public spanking, the restaurant was packed. I think some sort of announcement went out to all the hotel guests so everyone who was interested in seeing a naked slave girl get spanked by a member of the hotel staff would have a chance to attend.

Janice was bouncy with anticipation as she awaited her opportunity to punish my innocent buttocks. Her wide eyes and enthusiastic smile hinted at how much she was looking forward to humiliating and hurting me.

She was pretty in her own way, with an innocent face, black hair, kind eyes and a tiny waist. She was two or three inches shorter than me, however, she had a position of authority over me now, which made her seem taller and more imposing somehow.

If I were an ordinary slave, I'd probably hate Janice for what she was about to do to me, but I was a grab bag of kinks. I got turned on by being dominated, sexually objectified, and forced to display my naked body in public. The way Janice was treating me was making my sex throb with insistent pulses.

I stood there naked, wearing nothing but my slave collar, while Janice wore her stylish black uniform with the white apron. I felt utterly submissive to her and would have instantly dropped to my knees and kissed her feet if she asked me.

The restaurant manager banged a spoon against a glass to get everyone's attention.

"Good evening, everyone," she said once all eyes were focused on her. "I believe you are all here tonight for a special event. This slave, Jody who has become something of a local celebrity. We've all seen her. We all adore her. And tonight, one of the charming waitresses from this fine establishment will throw Jody over her lap and punish her alluring buttocks. That is something you all want to see. Yes?"

There was an instant response from the crowd. All the restaurant patrons boisterously called out in the affirmative. Even some of the waitresses called out for me to be punished.

"Your public has spoken," Melissa said as she turned to me. "Are you nervous?"

"Terribly," I responded. It was an honest answer. Being spanked in front of a large crowd would be both humiliating and painful. I felt fear, but it was a delicious, tantalizing sort of fear.

Janice took her place. She sat in an armless chair on a raised stage, the sort where musicians sometimes perform. And then, instead of walking across the dining room to get to the stage, Melissa informed me that she wanted me to crawl.

"Melissa!" I whispered urgently. "Crawling? Really?"

I found the idea of crawling naked in front of all these people even more humiliating than being publicly punished. I thought that perhaps I could talk Melissa out of it, but she insisted.

"Do it now, or I'm adding more to your punishment. I told Janice to give you thirty swats, but the numbers could go higher than that. They could go a lot higher."

I gave Melissa a plaintive look, but she just smacked me across my ass and said, "Get down on your hands and knees. Do it, now!"

Reluctantly, I got down on all fours and crawled while all the patrons in the restaurant watched. I felt utterly mortified and could just imagine how I looked as I crawled.

For the patrons behind me, my naked buttocks and plump pubic lips were prominently on display. And the spectators in front of me had an excellent view of my breasts dangling between my arms as I crawled on my hands and knees. I felt extraordinarily humbled and stripped of my dignity before the spanking even began.

I climbed up onto the stage and then crawled across Janice's lap. Janice grabbed me by the hips and arranged me so that my ass was raised up and positioned perfectly for her to smack it with her right hand.

"I'm in love with your cute little bottom," Janice said as she brushed her fingertips up and down my ass and the backs of my thighs. "I feel so lucky that your mistress is letting me spank it."

I was told to keep my hands on the floor, palms flat. I groaned, trembled, and glanced to my left. Everyone in the restaurant had their eyes fixed on me. They were all eagerly waiting for my poor, innocent bottom to get reddened.

"Brace yourself, slave," Janice said. "This is going to hurt."

My buttocks tensed up and then I felt a sudden rain of stinging slaps. Janice proceeded to redden my naked buttocks while the restaurant manager, a handful of waitresses, Melissa and dozens of restaurant patrons watched and cheered her on.

"Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow!"

Janice was stronger than she looked, and she showed no signs of tiring as she decorated my ass with stinging handprints. The blows came harder and faster, and my poor backside stung fiercely. Despite my desire to be stoic in front of the large crowd of spectators, I ended up crying out each time my ass was smacked.

"Ow! Ow! Ow! Aaahhh!"

I began to sob about halfway through my very public punishment and hot, wet tears welled up in my eyes and slid down my face. My palms remained flat on the floor of the stage and my ass remained raised up high, but I sobbed and cried out in agonizing pain as my ass was cruelly reddened.

At one point, I squirmed so much that I fell off of Janice's lap. I was ordered to climb back onto Janice's lap and then Melissa sentenced me to fifteen more swats for breaking position.

Janice placed a hand on the center of my back as I waiting for my spanking to resume and said, "I know it hurts, but your ass is so perfect and inviting. And anyway, I've heard that slaves need to be punished often. It's psychological, I think. Something about keeping them in the proper mindset."

Then, the stinging spanking resumed.

"Ow! OW!!"

Each hard smack across my bare bottom hurt more than the one before. My ass bounced and my hips squirmed, and I yelped in girlish pain as the waitress spanked me. By the time she was finished, my backside was a red-hot riot of stinging agony.

"Wow, that's beautiful," Melissa said as she perched over Janice's shoulder and gazed at my poor, punished bottom. "Her cute backside looks like she's been punished by a cruel mistress. Just look at her bottom! It's so red!"

I remained across Janice's lap and sobbed until Melissa told me to get up.

"I'm sure that the people here tonight would love to get a better look at your ass and see how red it is."

Melissa turned to the audience and said, "Isn't that right?"

A shout went up. It seemed that everyone in the restaurant wanted to get a close look at my reddened butt cheeks. Melissa placed one hand on my shoulder, another hand at the small of my back, then led me around the room. She took me to every table in the restaurant and made me display my bare buttocks to everyone so they could see how red they'd become after the waitress had spanked me.

"Marvelous," said an elegant, middle-aged woman as she examined my buttocks closely. "The color truly adds something to her beauty."

Several of the restaurant patrons copped a feel as they examined the redness of my ass. It was both humiliating and arousing to be examined in such a way. I moved throughout the dining room, letting everyone check out my ass. I was even brought into the kitchen, so the kitchen staff would have an opportunity to see my poor, punished bottom as well.

I wiped away a tear as I was led out of the kitchen and back into the dining room. Dozens of eyes were eagerly taking in every inch of my naked body, and I felt an agonizing wave of desire pass through me.

It was a decadent thrill, being forced to display my naked body to so many prurient strangers. My pussy throbbed and my nipples became so hard that they ached. Melissa proceeded to take me back upstairs to our room, but the fun wasn't over.

As we took the elevator up to our floor, a young married couple got into the elevator with us. The young woman noticed me rubbing my sore bottom and she asked me if I was okay.

"I've been spanked," I explained. "And I didn't even do anything to deserve it."

"You have?" She inquired, sounding concerned. Then she added, "Turn around. Let me see."

It was humiliating, but I turned around and presented my reddened cheeks to her and her husband. The woman made a sympathetic sound while the husband leaned in for a much closer look.

"I thought slaves only got punished if they misbehaved," the young, blonde woman said.

"She has a very beautiful bottom," Melissa explained. "When you're a slave, that's a good enough reason to get your ass spanked."

The man turned to his wife, a playful grin on his face and said, "You know, you have a very beautiful bottom."

"Don't even dare try it, JD," the woman warned. "I will punch you in the throat!"

They were a cute couple but quite clearly not as dedicated to kink as Melissa and me. Although they were both evidently enamored with my buttocks. When I reached my floor, they both stood and watched intently as I walked away, enjoying the sway of my perfectly shaped ass.

"She likes you," Melissa commented after we reached our hotel room. "I bet I could corrupt her."

"You mean the way you corrupted our waitress?"

"I can corrupt more than one person," Melissa insisted. "Now lie down on the bed. Face down! Present your ass to me!"

I crawled onto the bed and placed my face on one of the pillows. Melissa fetched a bottle of therapy lotion and grabbed my ankles. She spread my legs further apart before she uncapped the plastic bottle.

"Your pubes are adorable. You should have them blatantly on display whenever possible," Melissa said as she squirted a generous glob of therapy lotion into her hand and planted herself on the bed, kneeling over me.

"Oh! Ow!" I exclaimed as Melissa rubbed the lotion into my wounded bottom. I think she was trying to be gentle, but my ass was so sore that even a gentle touch hurt.

"You'll feel better after I'm done," Melissa assured me. "This stuff will help your skin recover quicker."

I whimpered and panted as Melissa's hands rekindled the pain of my recent spanking. I twitched and trembled at her touch, and then she commented, "I'll bet Janice would enjoy doing this. It would give her a chance to get her hands on your ass all over again."

"Ouch! Why don't you offer her the opportunity?"

"You'll have to be spanked again," Melissa commented.

"Maybe not for a while," I said as her hands rubbed my poor, abused bottom.

"Maybe tomorrow," Melissa said.

"Tomorrow?" I exclaimed aghast. My bottom was quite sore already. I felt I needed time to recover, and I told her so.

"Slaves don't get to decide how often they're punished," Melissa asserted. "Now don't argue with me, or I can find punishments that you'll like even less."

I bit my lower lip and squirmed as my friend continued to rub medicinal liquid into my skin.

My reactions were partially due to the pain as Melissa enthusiastically massaged her hands across all the sore areas of my spanked butt cheeks. It was also due to my deepening feelings of submission as Melissa took more control over my life. I felt more like a real slave instead of a rich girl playing a role to satisfy her kinky desires to be naked and ogled by strangers and dominated by clothed people.

The way Melissa had me spread my legs so far apart, my pubic lips were shamelessly visible and on display. And as I became increasingly aroused, I knew she couldn't help but notice my glistening juices right underneath her nose. I felt a wave of humiliation wash over me and I buried my face in the pillow as the soft, wet pulse in my sex became an insistent throb.