Ch. 07A: Town and Punishment

Ch. 07A: Town and Punishment

I was in our room, by myself for a change. I was lying down on the couch scrolling my phone. I had thrown down a sheet because the rough material of the couch was scratchy against my naked skin. And I was naked because Miss Lily wanted me to be. I still couldn't believe that we were getting away with it. Lily and I have been telling everyone that I'm a nudist, and we just pretend that it's not sexual, but fuck this is so hot. She just parades me around naked, and we pretend it's normal while everyone eye fucks me. I was getting wet just thinking about it.

I jumped when there was a knock at the door. "Come in!" I yelled. It can't be someone else who's heard the rumors and is coming to meet the "nudist" girl, right? Those have to be over by now. "Oh, hey Molly." Molly was poking her cute face around the door.

"Hey, nudist," she said, not hiding the way she was looking at my body. My tits hardened. I wonder if she noticed...

"Hey you," I replied. "What's up? What brings you by? Or was it just to look?" I spread my arms out wide, giving her a view of everything.

"I can come by just to look?" She broke into a wide smile. I blushed. "I was coming to see if you wanted to go on a walk into town. I have a couple things I need to do, seeing if anyone else wants to come along. You in?"

"Yeah," I said. "That sounds great."

"Cool. I'm gonna check some other rooms and see if anyone else is down. I'll meet you at the elevator in a few." She left and shut the door behind her. The room felt eerily quiet.

I went to my dresser and looked through my clothes. It's been a long time since I chose my own outfit. Not since... oh wow I haven't chosen my own outfit since move-in day. I haven't woken up here and chosen what clothes I would wear even once. I looked at the fistfuls of clothes in my hands. What do I pick?

I decided to go with one of the first outfits Miss Lily had dressed me in. I grabbed a light yellow tee shirt and my flip-flops. I smiled as I remembered wearing a thin white tee shirt, wet cum spots making parts of it see through.

I stepped out into the hall with my clothes and purse. I took a deep breath and tried to pretend that it was normal to get dressed in the hall. I'm just a nudist girl doing my nudist things...

I met Molly at the elevator. Her eyes widened in appreciation. "Ooh wow, are you even wearing anything under there?

"Haven't you ever seen other girls dressed like this? With a tee shirt longer than their shorts?"

Molly laughed. "I've seen that style. And I wonder if they're even wearing anything under there. So," Molly held her arms out wide. "Are you?"

I blushed. Molly smiled and hit the elevator call button. "Are we waiting on anyone else?" I asked. "Or is it just us?"

"Just us. No takers." She put an arm around my waist. "You're not!" She rubbed my hip. "You're not even wearing underwear! What, is it laundry day? Everything dirty?"

"Hey," I said, giving her a light hip check. "I can dress how I want."

"Sure, anything you say."

We made small talk as we walked into town. The tee shirt was barely long enough to cover me. I could feel the hem brushing the tops of my thighs with each step. My ass held the back out far enough that the hem didn't touch my legs. I just had to hope it wasn't riding up.

I got plenty of stares as we walked. Some surreptitious. Some open. A lot of open stares. I could feel my tits bouncing around freely. I can't believe I'm not wearing a bra. I'm not wearing any underwear!

"You're gonna cause a car accident," Molly said. "You know, you would make a great distraction for a getaway. Bank robbers would love you."

"Get a million dollars with this one simple trick!" I joked.

"Ha! Security guards HATE this..." I laughed so hard I had to pause and let it all out.

We passed by an older couple who said something about "today's style." They didn't sound appreciative. I was though. I can wear the tightest clothes, leggings that perfectly show the curves of my ass... tops that outline my tits... and it's just a thing people do! Imagine if I was living when showing an ankle was scandalous? Ugh.

Our first stop was the thrift store. They had the air conditioning cranked up. I watched my tits perk up and harden, pushing my tee shirt out further.

"Daaaang," Molly said. She had noticed too. I blushed and walked quickly into an aisle. "No problem," Molly called after me. "This view's good too." I blushed harder.

Molly and I wandered the aisles, looking for interesting finds. She was trying to find things that she could cut apart and make patches out of. I was looking for things I thought that Lily would approve of. It took some searching, but I found a romper made out of a thin, papery material, a fishnet dress, and a clear raincoat. I made a mental note to come back for Halloween shopping.

Molly also found a handful of things. She didn't need to try anything on, but I wanted to make sure that I could fit into the romper. We walked to the row of fitting rooms. They were really just stalls with curtains that opened right out into the store.

I found an open stall and hung up the clothes I brought in. I crossed my arms over my stomach, grabbed the hem of my tee shirt and lifted it up over my head. I dropped it on the floor and started to get the romper down.

"I knew it! I knew you weren't wearing anything under there." She looked me up and down. "Just don't get arrested."

I made a choked sound and flung the curtain closed. My heart was racing. I ran my hands through my hair, shifting my weight foot to foot. I guess I'm too used to coming back to the dorm and just stripping before I even open the door. I need to be careful before I just take all my clothes off. I leaned against the wall, waiting for my heart to calm down. And fuck! I need to make sure I don't get arrested! What am I doing walking around town with no underwear? What if I flash someone and they call the police?

Once I calmed down I tried on the romper. It was too small. I couldn't get it over my ass. I put my tee shirt back on and rejoined Molly.

"Aww, I was really hoping you were going to be naked again for some reason," Molly said. I felt my face flush with heat. "What's the verdict?"

"Rejected. It's too small." I hung it back up, and we went to the register to pay. I was paranoid the whole way home that I was going to flash someone. I should have bought some pants I thought. I felt better once we were back on campus. I was more confident that no one here was going to complain.

We got back to the eighth floor and went down our separate hallways. I rounded the corner to my room and jumped in surprise. Miss Lily was standing in the middle of the hallway menacingly. "What. Are. You. Wearing?" she asked me coldly.

Oh fuck. What did I do? "A tee shirt?" Is this her shirt? Is there something on it? She's pissed...

"Did I give it to you?"

My stomach dropped. I felt sick. No, I felt hollow. I hurried the last few feet to get to her and threw myself down on my knees. "I'm sorry Miss Lily. I forgot. Molly invited me out, and I wanted to go-"

"And so it was fine to just break the rules? What other rules have you been breaking behind my back?

"None, Miss Lily, I swear."

"How do you know? What if you 'forgot?' You didn't think you were breaking the rules just now." She had a point. "Get up. Get inside."

I stood up and ran to the door, holding back tears. I almost ran into the room before I remembered and stripped off my shirt and shoes. I went inside and waited.

I stood stock still in the middle of the room, waiting for Miss Lily to come in after me. My heart was racing while she took her time.

When she finally came in, Miss Lily was stone-faced. Oh no, I fucked up. I fucked up. She stood in the doorway for a long moment before coming in and closing the door behind her.

"Do you even care?" Miss Lily asked me.

"Of course I care, Miss Lily. I'm sorry. I wasn't thinking."

"How can you say you care if you didn't even give me a thought?"

My heart dropped. "I do care Miss Lily. I thought about you! I was looking for outfits that I thought you'd approve of."

"Hmm." Miss Lily walked a slow circle around me. I trembled. "We can't have this happening again," Miss Lily said. She sighed. "I didn't want to have to do this." She dug out all of my clothes and piled them in the middle of the room.

What is she going to do? I worried.

Once she had every shirt, every sock, scrap of clothing I owned, she confronted me. "This is everything, right? You don't have any winter coats stashed away?"

"No," I mewled.

"I want it all. Right now. Hats. Gloves. If you have a handkerchief, I want to know about it."

"That's everything, Miss Lily."

"Ok." Lily went over to her side of the room and cleared some pictures and knick knacks off of her trunk. She undid the latch, opened it, and stood with her arms crossed.

I waited.

"Well?" She looked at my pile of clothes and motioned with her head towards the trunk. I took an armful of my clothes and dropped them in.

Miss Lily clicked her tongue. "They're not all going to fit if you just stuff them in. Fold them. Nicely."

"Yes Miss Lily." I took them back out and started folding. I was shaking. Why am I feeling like this? These are my clothes. I can do whatever I want with them. I don't have to fold them perfectly just to make Lily happy. I picked up my overalls, shook them out, and lined up the edges. But I still want to. I want to make her happy. This has been so good. I grabbed another armful of clothes to fold.

Miss Lily watched me silently as I folded up the whole pile. I looked at her for direction. "Put them in," she told me exasperatedly. I dropped to my knees and moved the piles of folded clothes into the trunk. Every stitch of clothing I owned.

When she was finished, Lily opened a desk drawer and got a pad lock. She threaded it through the trunk latch. I flinched as it clicked shut.

"There. Now you can't break that rule."

"Yes, Miss Lily."

She shook her head in disappointment. "I didn't want to have to do this," she said. I nodded in remorse. "I prefer a relationship built on trust. If we can't trust each other, this is never going to work. Do you trust me, Sasha?"

"I do."

"And I want to trust you. But-"

"I broke one rule one time, Miss Lily," I protested.

She held up two fingers. "You broke two rules," she corrected me.

No I didn't! I ran through the rules in my head. "What else did I do?" I asked in confusion.

"Staying is obeying," she said, closing the distance between us and reaching up to caress my cheek. "You broke two rules. The first two rules. We can't just pretend like it never happened."

"I know, Miss Lily."

"I'm sorry I have to do this. I don't want to."

"I know you don't, Miss Lily."

"But if I don't punish you, you won't learn."

"I understand, Miss Lily. I need to be punished. I- I don't want to disappoint you again."

She nodded. "I'm glad you understand. Now turn around. Hands behind your head. Lace your fingers."

I did as she ordered. I heard things rustling behind me. Lily found what she was looking for quickly. Everything in its place, I thought. I need to be in my place too. Miss Lily's light footsteps approached. "I'm sorry, babe," she said.

I opened my mouth to tell her it was my fault, but the words got stuck in my throat when a flash of pain erupted on my ass cheek. I jumped and turned. Miss Lily was standing there with... what do they call it? Some kind of horse whip. I rubbed the blazing spot where she hit me.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" she asked me. "Are you in or out? Are we doing this or not? Are you staying?"

"I'm in. I want to do this."

"Good. Remember, staying is obeying." She twirled her... horse crop, that's what it's called! Miss Lily twirled the crop, telling me to turn around and face the other way. I turned and laced my fingers together behind my head. "Now," she continued. "Tell me what was so important that you had to break our rules." Crack.

"Yow!" Bright red pain shot through my other cheek. "Molly invited me into town, and-" Crack. "ee- and I was here alone-"

"So you were allowed to ignore the Rules?"

"No, Miss Lily." Crack. "Ah! I think this was the first time it's happened, and I didn't think- I forgot-" Crack. "I'm sorry!"

"Go on."

"We went to the thrift store." Crack. Pain in my thigh. "I got some clothes to try on." Crack. I gasped. "When I tried them on, you're gonna love this part," I blurted out, hoping it would make her so proud of me that she would stop. "I didn't close the curtain before I stripped naked! I just forgot to!" I hopped from foot to foot, anticipating the next blow.

"Tell me more," Lily said.

Yes! "I think it's because I always get undressed in the hallway now. It's not a private thing for me and... and..." I braced for more.

"That's wonderful, Sasha." I breathed a sigh of relief. "But you should have stayed that way, because I still never gave you any clothes today. Come on, I guess we have to practice." Miss Lily set the crop down on her desk and went out to the hallway. I followed obediently. She picked up my yellow tee shirt and turned into the bathroom. I heard the faucet running when I got to the bathroom doorway. Miss Lily was holding the yellow shirt under the water coming out at full blast.

She finished and threw me the soaked wad of fabric. "Put this on. We're going back." The shirt was dripping wet. It was heavy and the fabric clung. I followed Lily down the hallway while I pulled it over my head. I struggled to get my arms up and through. I managed, and I was pulling it down over my tits when we got to the elevator. It clung to me, perfectly following each curve. And it was so wet, it was practically invisible.

We walked across campus and into town. I kept my head down and had my arms crossed under my breasts until Miss Lily took my hand and told me to keep my chin up.

I held my head high while my heart raced and I prayed that no one would look at me. But they did. Townies. Classmates. Everyone who saw us got an eyeful. I held my gaze straight ahead, afraid to make eye contact.

We got to the thrift store. The tiles were hard on my bare feet. My shirt had finally stopped dripping. I followed Miss Lily down the first aisle. I chewed my fingernails and looked around the store. An employee waved. It was the lady who rang me up when I was here earlier.

"Just couldn't wait to come back, eh?" she laughed. I smiled and waved back, then turned to follow Miss Lily.

She was picking through the hangers. She picked out a pair of short shorts and handed them to me. "Here, try these on."

They were way too small for me. "Miss Lily, these aren't going to fit."

She looked at me icily. "I said try them on," she told me with frost on her breath. I nodded and turned towards the fitting rooms.

"No." I stopped and tilted my head.

"Here," Miss Lily said simply.

"Here?" I squeaked out.

She nodded. "Try it on here. Let's see it." She crossed her arms and tapped her foot, waiting.

I looked around the store again. I don't have to, I thought. I can say no. We can go back home and I can make her give me all my clothes back. I pinched the bottom of my wet tee shirt. I can wear whatever I want, whenever I want to. It's my stuff.

But this is what I want to do. I peeled the shirt off of me and dropped it on the floor with a wet thud. Miss Lily smiled at me, all of the venom gone. I bent low and stepped into the tiny shorts. They were tight around my thighs as I pulled them up. My tits shook back and forth as I wiggled the shorts up and over my ass. I finally got them up. I looked around cautiously before I stood. I was topless in the middle of the store. No big deal.

I showed Lily that there was no way I was going to be able to button them. There was no amount of dieting or sucking in my stomach that would get the button to its hole. My hips were just too wide. There was a 3 or 4 inch gap. I could get the zipper up one or two notches, not enough to actually close it up. I held my arms out to my sides helplessly.

Miss Lily looked at the shorts thoughtfully. She pulled the front farther open and stuck the back of her fingers in. They traced the line of my pelvis until the shorts were just too tight. She traced her fingers across my pubic mound then up to my other hip. I squirmed from foot to foot.

"Perfect. We'll get those." She turned away and continued looking purposefully through the hangers. "Ooh, costumes..." I tried to hide my tits in the racks of clothes, pretending I was looking around for the tag on a puffy skirt. "Try this one."

Lily handed me something light blue with yellow rings. I blushed again and looked around before I pulled the shorts down. Fuck! Someone's coming! I turned away and closed my eyes, dreading what was about to come.

Nothing came. I opened my eyes. Oh thank god. She went down another aisle. I pulled the shorts down and took the outfit from Miss Lily. I pulled on the light blue pants. They were transparent, but there was a long piece of fabric draped down the middle in the front and back. I took the top from the hanger. Oh, it's Jasmine. I pulled the top on and arranged the gold ring to be right across my sternum.

Lily looked pleased with me. "We'll get that too. Come on."

I picked up the wet tee shirt and the short shorts and followed after Miss Lily. A group of girls snickered at the grown woman dressed up as a little princess. I focused on Lily and tried not to think about them.

Next, Miss Lily had me try on a pink shirt with glitter stars that said "Daddy's Girl." I made a face as I took it from her. I wasn't sure whether it was a tee shirt for a child or if it was supposed to be small and "sexy" on someone my age.

I ducked down to take off the Jasmine top. I squeezed into the Daddy's Girl shirt and stood up to show Miss Lily.

She covered her mouth and laughed at me. At least she isn't glaring anymore. "You look ridiculous!" she told me in between laughs.

I put my fists on my hips. "Thank you Miss Lily," I said drily.

"Ok, not that one. Come on. And don't forget the Jasmine."

I followed Miss Lily through the aisles., feeling ridiculous in a Daddy's Girl top and princess costume bottoms.

Near the back of the store were suits and tuxedos and prom dresses. And occasionally you could find some... other... dresses. Or maybe they were prom dresses, just for some school that was way cooler than Ashton. Miss Lily rummaged through the dresses, rejecting most immediately.

"Oooh, this one," she said, pulling out a black halter top dress with thin little strings. "Try this one on."

I looked both ways down the aisle and took the pants off. I bent over to take off the Daddy's Girl shirt.

"Stop that," Lily said. "Stand up."

I blushed, closed my eyes, and peeled the shirt off over my head. I saw a middle-aged guy a few aisles over staring at me past his wife's shoulder. I turned even redder and looked away. I pulled the dress over my head and let it fall over me. The dress didn't even come down to mid thigh. There were slits on both sides all the way up to the hips. The neckline... There was no neckline. A belly button line maybe.... There were two lines of fabric running up from the skirt to cover my breasts and tie behind my neck. Connecting them in front and back were lots of thin black cords, which kept things in place. More or less.

"Oh, it's beautiful," Miss Lily said. "You're beautiful," she said, wrapping her arms around me. She put her chin on my sternum and looked up at me between my tits. I love when she looks at me like this. "Ok, let's go make our purchases."

We paid, and I wore the dress out of the store. I got stares on the walk home wearing my little black dress, but not as many as there were for the wet tee shirt. When we got back, Miss Lily made me put my new clothes in the trunk and lock them away. I felt bad that I had broken her trust. I'll earn it back.

Miss Lily was sitting at her desk. I hugged her from behind, making sure to put my breasts on her shoulders like she likes.

I'll earn it back.