My stories sometimes fit into more than one category, and I've chosen to submit this one under Exhibitionist / Voyeur. While the events depicted are all ultimately consensual, there is a strong vibe of dominance and submission throughout, and a touch of Loving Wives. If Literotica had an "Embarrassed Nude Female" or CMNF category this story would be a good fit.
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Tanya's eyes were wide as she twisted to look up at me. She was splayed across my lap, looking fearfully at the hand about to come crashing down onto her bare ass. I held her gaze a moment, letting her anticipate the blow, then slowly lowered my arm. I nudged her off my lap to the floor, and she looked up at me with surprise.
"Pull up your pants. I'm going to go read a while."
"But..."
I glared down at her and Tanya understood not to push further. Leaving her there I retired to my home office and sat at the computer. A piercing. While I hadn't exactly ordered her not to do it, she knew my feelings on the matter because Tanya and I had long ago agreed on our dynamic. She was owned. Her body belonged to me. That was how she wanted it. She gave it to me freely, without my asking or demanding.
It was years ago when we were first getting to know each other intimately. It came as true, genuine moments often do - unbidden, but necessary. I was pounding into her, enjoying her obedience. Tanya was reveling in her submission, straining to not orgasm without permission, when she looked into my eyes and blurted it out: "You OWN me!!"
I recognized it for what it was - her true desire and need. Over the next days and weeks we talked and discovered and came to find the natural way of things in our relationship. That way was for Tanya to be intelligent, independent and capable in the outside world. But at home her role was to be completely owned. What happened to her body was up to me. If I chose to expose her, use her sexually, decide what she did or did not wear, she nodded submissively and accepted it. In quiet moments she liked to say that, really, whatever I decided to do with her body was none of her business. It was my right and she had no choice but to submit, she would say solemnly. I know she likely got that from a teenage reading of the 'Story of O', but it was still an honestly held feeling.
So the fact that Tanya had gotten a clitoral hood piercing while I was away on business was very out of character. We had discussed it before, vaguely, but I had certainly never given her the go-ahead. I'm not opposed to piercings in principle, but was reluctant to mark Tanya in that way. But the deed was done, the decision taken out of my hands and now I had to decide what to do about it.
While her conscious mind might have preferred to wait, Tanya's subconscious betrayed her from the moment I stepped through the door. Something was up, that much was obvious. Tanya wasn't making eye contact and she was wringing her hands. These were her "tells", as I had come to understand. She'd be a disastrous poker player. I sighed, realizing I would have to get the full story from her instead of winding down from my travels.
Tanya tried to stall, but when asked directly what she had done, she spilled. While I was annoyed, what really bothered me was the way she tried to manipulate my reaction. Oh, she had done something naughty! She must be punished! She helpfully pulled down her pants and draped herself across my lap for the spanking, hoping that it would settle the matter.
Like hell it settled it.
So there I sat, in my office, pondering. These are the hardest moments when you have a submissive, figuring out what to do. Just once, with another girl, I switched. One day, mostly as a joke, I let her be the dominant. She was elated at first, but it didn't even last an hour. Apart from being contrary to our natural roles, she said it felt like too much work. "Ugh," she groused. "Being in charge means you have to think of stuff to do and then make it stick."
True, that. Not to say being submissive is easy, but it's certainly a different skill set.
In any case, how to deal with Tanya and her piercing? Ideally, it would express my displeasure at being disobeyed, but also add to our overall dynamic. We adopt these roles for our enjoyment, not to create actual conflict in our relationship. How could I "punish" Tanya, and turn it into something ultimately positive?
My go-to in dealing with a submissive, in pushing boundaries (in a good way) is to think of two things: What does the woman most want? And what does she most fear? The intersection of the two is usually the sweet spot.
With Tanya, it was exposure. She's a reluctant, but enthusiastic exhibitionist. That sounds contradictory, but in her case it's true. Tanya both fears and loves being exposed. She loves exposing herself for me - the dirtier the better - but it has to be my idea. She has to be "forced". My usual method is to take compromising photos of her. Besides creating an opportunity to get her naked and into demeaning poses, it allows me to threaten her with showing them to others. Tanya's heart goes into her throat when she thinks of others seeing her that way and she loves that I hold that power over her, though I'd never acted on it.
Perhaps it was time.
I had no hesitation about showing her off to the right people. But in this day and age you can't have dirty photos of yourself floating around uncontrolled. Tanya still had to function in the "real world", so just sending people digital photos or videos was out. Which meant exposing her in person. But how to make the punishment fit the crime?
After thinking a while I pulled up my email program and began selecting addresses.
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The following Saturday I arose before Tanya. Normally I'd have her up earlier with a chore to accomplish. But I wanted her rested. That's what I told her when after she padded into the kitchen. Although I'd demanded some blowjobs over the past few days, I hadn't used Tanya fully. I was being careful not to allow her the catharsis of make-up sex. She knew something was coming.
"Why do I need to be rested?" she asked, cautiously. "What are we doing today?"
"I'm going shopping", I told her. "You're staying here and cleaning up. We're having people over tonight. Make sure to dust and vacuum." Having chores would be reassuring and keep her occupied. "I'll leave once you get started."
After breakfast Tanya got into her usual chores uniform - a frilly apron, and nothing else. It covered her front while showing a lot of side boob, but left her ass bare. I watched for a few minutes and departed on my errand. Tanya seemed disappointed I hadn't stayed to "supervise" her chores, which often led to fun scenes involving reprimands for shoddy work.
Some hours later I arrived home and again retired to my office, Tanya's eyes following the clinking bag I carried. Coming out again thirty minutes later I announced that our guests would begin arriving in an hour.
"Oh, well I'll go get changed."
I stopped her. "No. Take a shower and I'll bring you something to wear. And make sure you shave everything."
When Tanya emerged from the shower a short time later she found the same apron waiting for her on a hook. She gulped. "I'm wearing this? In front of everyone?"
"For a while," I said. "Might have you change into a skirt later on. But there needs to be easy access."
