The Naed Countess Ii.

Chapter 10: Facing the Consequences

Leo grunted as the heavy belt landed on her rear with a loud sound, adding yet another mark to dozens covering both of her buttocks. Despite the countess' whole ass and lower back being completely red already, Araman's firm hand continued to issue hard, painful hits, swinging at full force each time. Nevertheless, Eleonora of Kir'ador endured like a champion, not crying, pleading, or screaming in pain. She simply stood there, bent forward with her legs spread wide and her butt high up, taking the fair punishment.

Such methods weren't uncommon in Sanflaria, especially for females. Since they felt pain more sharply than men and didn't have access to clothing that could protect them, Sanflarians believed that the best way for them to deal with pain was to be taught how to endure it. And it often meant practicing to face it until it's not an issue for them anymore. A lot of practicing.

However, today's beating wasn't meant to harden Leo's pain tolerance since she already had that nailed down thanks to her rowdy youth. Instead, its purpose was to teach her a lesson. Mainly, not to sit at bars until she's puking and staggering and not let random Earthians rope her into danger just because she felt horny.

It wasn't easy. Besides the pain, she also felt immense shame. Not only was she getting spanked like a bratty kid by a lower-ranking noble, but it was also happening right in the hotel's spacious, well-lit lobby with all of the guests gawking at her like she was a BDSM actress!

Yet, it all made sense to Leo, and the only person she was mad at was herself. In Kir'ador, it was a tradition to inflict some punishments on nobles in public so that they could proudly endure them and show their subjects that they could honestly admit to their mistakes.

Araman also had a full right to punish Leo since he was leading their delegation and simply carried out her father's will. And, after all, Leo did let herself get carried away yesterday. The beating, the hangover, and the lingering sense of doubt in local men were all the consequences of her own actions.

"I thought Sanflarian punishments should reflect the crime," Arnold stared from a nearby chair in disbelief.

"Oh, but this one does!" Lala said cheerfully, and the Sanflarian near her translated with a similar demeanor, "Lord Araman was told that spanking can be, um, a good way to prevent a woman from drinking in taverns since she won't be able to sit there after it happens. And, well, her pussy will ache too much for her to fondly recall the reckless affair she might've had the day before!"

"You people seem oddly happy about it."

"Oh, of course I'm not happy about my lady and bestie being in pain!" Lala pouted, then a smile appeared on her lips again. "But I'm glad she's taking it so well. It means she'll endure that punishment with honor and come out a stronger person! Wowie, Lady Eleonora, you go!"

Arnold shook his head. He had already begun to forget that Sanflarians were an entirely different culture, but this scene quickly returned him to reality. Meanwhile, Leo's suffering was coming to an end, though by her expression it was hard to tell whether she hated it or actually found enjoyment in the pain.

In fact, it was a bit of both: while this beating made both pairs of her cheeks red, she preferred to see it as a challenge that could help her grow, and that made her accept each strike with dignity. Even gratitude that some could call masochistic. A gasp still escaped her mouth at the last strike, when Baron Araman aimed right at her vulva and hit it at full force from below, nearly making the naked girl jump.

"And that one is for not listening to my suggestion," he said, recalling the moment where he offered to question Roy from the beginning.

When he was finally done, a bright smile appeared on Leo's face, and she carefully rubbed her backside with a heavy breath.

"Thank you, dear baron," the blonde said and kissed the belt with love in her eyes.

If during the beating someone from the random guests and passersby could speculate that Leo actually liked what was happening, this ending served as concrete proof. Some people in the lobby shook their heads, others smiled along with the brave countess.

"An honor, my lady," he replied with a bow.

Their next stop was lunch since Leo slept over the breakfast in her terrible hangover and got quite hungry. She couldn't sit down due to obvious reasons, so the nearby patrons were treated to yet another beautiful sight: while Arnold and the rest of the delegation were eating like normal, Leo just leaned to the table with her legs spread and her red, sore backside in the perfect view of the entire dining area. Despite this, the blonde still followed Sanflarian table manners perfectly, which made everyone around her crack up due to sheer absurdity of the situation.

Everyone except for Araman, who was lost in his troublesome thoughts.

"Anything wrong, dear baron?" Leo asked, making sure to keep her tits from falling into her plate.

"If you'll allow me to voice my own opinion, we need to be more careful from now on." He said somberly, "your decisions are not wrong, my lady, but they are quite rash and can create further issues down the line."

"Oh, I get it. You've already made your point!" the countess smiled and shook her spanked butt.

"I don't just mean your last encounter."

"Huh? What do you mean then?"

"I mean your attitude towards our issues in general," Araman clarified, clearly forcing himself to talk about this.

Leo's expression became more serious.

"I just don't think your approach always works," he continued. "I know your actions come from deep respect for our homeland and our culture, but some Earthians might not see them that way. The fight with Textilians was a scandal, and while many locals support us and call Elizabeth crazy, there's plenty of those who think you started that fight and stripped their female members naked on purpose. That's what Mr. Gelbstein's assistant was so concerned about. It's similar with the cops, although the department did launch a complex internal investigation to fully figure out how many of them are corrupt. In other words, such a direct action may not be good for our cause."

Arnold sank into his chair when he saw familiar sparks in Leo's eyes. It only took one moment for them to turn into a wildfire and burn down everything around her. However, the countess just took a deep sigh and kept her cool. This time.

"So you'd want me to just stand there and take it? I'm sorry, but I'm protecting our homeland's pride. Maybe Earthians would be more sympathetic to me if I were weak and got beaten up by both cops and protesters, but that wouldn't be something I could ever feel proud of!" she got up from her leaning position--some patrons audibly sighing with disappointment--and stood upright with her hands crossed under her breasts.

"I never said that. However, like I mentioned before, it'd be better to avoid such situations in the future."

"If I did so, I'd never secure Luxe's investment!" Leo raised her voice and caused a rare occurrence: people turning their heads not because of her naked body.

"And you would've never made the entire ICA work overtime to smooth out the issues with the local police," Araman countered. "Let's just remember that there are two sides to every medal and try looking at it from both directions."

Leo scoffed at this remark and kept eating her meal in silence. It was obvious the two's differences only grew in the past two days, but they still held together. At least for now. The countess was about to ask Lala for her opinion, but the pink-haired girl dropped a fork and went under the table to find it, narrowly escaping the crowd's gazes once more with her heart racing from embarrassment. Unfortunately for her, Leo started to play around by pulling up the tablecloth and granting the visitors a nice, detailed look at her bestie's bare ass, so all of Lala's attempts to escape the spotlight turned out to be futile.

Arnold, on the other hand, relayed what his higher-ups told him, which was urging the delegation to lay low for a bit in order to prevent "further violence". He agreed with this statement, at least to an extent. Even if Leo was right and he liked seeing the countess strip other women naked in public, there was no telling how the media could use it against them. After all, they always found a way to turn a situation on its head.

The next several days passed in questionings, careful decision-making, and boredom. Leo and Lala were advised to stay inside in fear of further problems with Textilians while Araman and ICA talked over the diplomatic side of things. The US officials came to the countess two times, first in the form of local policemen and the second time as two unknown g-men in suits who really wanted to know what exactly transpired on that evening.

Leo kept her secret about Roy despite their pressure, not wanting that man to end up on another hook despite what he did. It had one significant downside, though: despite the four officers attacking Leo being prosecuted for their corruption, their leader, officer Angel, somehow got away and framed herself as an unknowing accomplice. While she still faced some issues, they were little more than slaps on the wrist, and there was no reason to believe her ties with Lizzie were severed.

At least Roy was thankful enough to follow through with his promise and signed a contract that pretty much allowed Leo to use all of his savings however she wanted to. Then, there was an email from Charlie, who urged the naked girls to look at their donation page with numerous exclamation points. It turned out it had already collected the needed sum and continued to grow, especially after a video of Leo's naked wrestling match appeared on the internet.

Soon after that, Mr. Geldstein's assistant confirmed that he was on their side now, which meant that all investors were now in, and the time for their first meeting as partners was fast approaching. Leo couldn't wait since spending all her time in the hotel didn't suit her active lifestyle at all. Of course, it wasn't that bad since this place offered plenty of things to do for a couple of beauties like Leo and Lala.

They charmed all of the male coaches by exercising naked at the local gym, both with their bodies and their fitness. When Lala reluctantly started her bench pressing routine, most males got scared for her at first but soon felt humiliated by the girl's strength. Women were less enthusiastic about the nudists, especially one influencer who failed to film anyone looking at her during her routine. Still, many of them approached Leo for training advice, as her and Lala's toned bodies and taut butts commanded respect regardless of how one felt about their nudity.

Then, there were games on the basement floor. Leo had a lot of fun with Arnold teaching her how to play pool and bowling, even though he had very little practice in these sports himself. Even more fun was had by the spectators, who shamelessly ogled the countess' body each time she leaned over a table or went for a strike. Lala, on the other hand, found a convenient way to leave each time the room got too crowded and curled up into a ball in the bathroom, both scared to death of the stares and forcing herself to continue serving her purpose.

The only activities Lala enjoyed were the ones they could do in the suite with no strangers around. Well, except for the cleaning ladies, but them being naked removed any shame the bodyguard would feel. They even spent some time together after the crew finished their job. Board games were fun but a bit confusing, while the game of Twister they decided to play one time was far more exciting.

Exciting in more ways than one since the girls felt a wide variety of emotions as their naked, hot bodies were pressed together and got shoved into each other in various poses during the game. One of the cleaners felt it was a bit much and decided to take the host's role while coaxing Arnold into joining the remaining three girls instead and turning this into a full-fledged CMNF fantasy.

Unfortunately, the agent couldn't keep his cool while the naked gals' breasts and backsides wriggled around him. His rock-hard boner was visible even through his pants, which made him embarrassed and led to loss each time while the girls giggled and made sure to provoke him even more in the name of victory.

This was a fun and joyful time. However, a watchful eye could've noticed that Lala's mood shifted with each public appearance, her shame and fear gradually overtaking the girl's mind as more people gawked at her naked beauty. Arnold did notice this once but couldn't communicate with Lala well enough due to the language barrier. Leo, on the other hand, denied any possibility that her bestie could feel shame. After all, she knew Lala all her life, and something like this seemed completely out of character. The bodyguard's embarrassment was akin to a bubble confined in her bare, vulnerable form.

And only one more poke was needed for it to burst.

It was a sunny day with fragrant trees and flowers calmly swaying in the wind, urging Leo and Lala to come outside for another public nudity stunt. The countess was standing on the suite's balcony with an easel in front of her, painting a peculiar mixture of architecture and nature she saw in front of her.

As Leo's canvas grew more and more full of vibrant imagery, her movements became faster and more decisive. As if her hand urged to not only capture but feel all those trees and bushes that seemed so close yet out of reach. Finally, she pressed the paintbrush a little too much and left a smudge that didn't fit the elegant nature of the poppy she tried to make.

"Ugh. I'll turn this one into a dandelion later," she said with an annoyed look. "Lala, we have to go outside!"

"O-outside?"

Just a moment ago, Lala was peacefully lying on their bed, adding color and details to the nude sketches Leo made of her, turning them into distinct and creative fantasy characters. Enjoying their shared creativity--even if Lala's share was much smaller--was one of the few things that brought her peace even here. As soon as Leo called out to her, the bodyguard sat up and flinched as if hit by a jolt of electricity.

"B-but Lord Araman said..." she protested weakly.

"I know. But what he said was not getting into more trouble, not going under house arrest. Let's just go for a quick walk, nothing bad will happen."

Lala argued a bit more, but ultimately had to accept her mistress' decision and go to expose herself in public once again with her cheeks already getting red from shame. They snuck out of their room and went straight toward the stairs, realizing they'd cause too much ruckus if they used the glass elevator. It took the Sanflarian duo two minutes of running and shocking the surrounding patrons with their bouncing tits and butts to reach the front exit.

When Leo felt the light breeze and the sunlight cover her bare, silky skin with no curtains to break their contact, she threw her hands up in a moment of pure joy. Lala walked closely behind, her hands behind her back and her fingers trembling from stress. The two walked a couple of steps, and suddenly the harmony was ruined: there were more than a dozen people waiting for them just outside the hotel.

"Ms. Eleonora! Ms. Eleonora! Please say a couple of words for our channel!" a middle-aged man rushed to them with a microphone.

"Ms. Eleonora, do you think you went too far during your fight with the local police?!" a red-haired woman approached them from behind.

The crowd of journalists and paparazzi was scattered and unnoticeable at first, but they emerged from all corners in seconds like pigeons sensing bread crumbs.

"No comment! No comment!" Eleonora spread her arms and pushed away some of the people as the crowd began encircling the naked girls. Arnold said that these people will distort whatever she says to them, and she didn't have a reason to not believe that.

Lala stayed right behind Leo, yet couldn't keep herself from looking around. The people around them turned into one uncontrollable horde, pushing and shoving each other to get a better look. Their eyes were hungry for both their bodies and the information, making the bodyguard feel naked like never before. The cameras clicked away from all sides. Leo reacted by proudly posing for them as she made her way through the crowd while Lala huddled close to her and tried to avoid the stares.

It seemed like this time, there weren't just regular journalists, but some photographers from adult websites as well. Lala realized then when they started aiming their cameras right at her breasts, backside, and pussy. One of them even tried tripping the girl up for a better angle but quickly paid for his rudeness by falling to the ground after her powerful blow.

"Alright, alright, you may gawk at our bodies, but not our thoughts. Those are only for the worthy!" Leo laughed as she carelessly strode forward, not even noticing a guy keeping his phone camera right in front of her vulva.

Lala wished she could do the same, but alas, she was at her limit. Her palms became sweaty and her breathing turned hectic. She was hyperventilating. The lenses were much worse than just stares. They recorded Lala's nudity in detail, keeping it to then spread across the whole web so that anyone, anyone could be able to see the naked girl for years or even decades to come. When the bodyguard looked down at herself, she realized one terrible thing: her hands finally slipped onto her privates, and she was covering herself.

"No!" Lala yelled and suddenly charged right through the crowd, causing several people to lose their footing and fall onto each other.

"Lala?!" the countess turned towards her running bodyguard, yet the paparazzi blocked the passage right away.

"Get out of the way, freaks, or I'll move you myself!" she exclaimed and began making her way by force.

The bodyguard ran. From being seen naked in public by thousands of people in person and millions online. From all the unwanted stares, catcalls, and jests that made her lose her mind. From the shame of being unable to perform her duties and spread the Sanflarian culture like Leo wanted her to. Only one word echoed through Lala's mind as she ran down a busy street in the buff, bumping into people and enduring a whole variety of reactions: failure.

She finally stopped at a nearby park, embarrassed, scared, and humiliated.

"Rats..." Lala said to herself as she hid in a bush amidst the greenery, praying that nobody would find her for at least a couple of minutes.

Tears began streaming down Lala's eyes, and she closed her face with her hands. She cried and sobbed, not knowing what to do with herself anymore. The girl's body was still shaking throughout as if struck by lightning. It was the worst day of her life, no competition.

However, after a minute, she felt another sensation. A tingle, weak yet persistent, that made her nipples hard like it was winter. It was strange and clearly out of place in this dire situation. But when Lala remembered her pathetic retreat once more, she couldn't hide it anymore. She was aroused.

For some reason, under her happy and naïve demeanor hid a twisted desire to be degraded. Maybe it was due to the harshness of her windstriking teachers, who frequently punished her, or a sense of freedom that came with failure, but one thing was for certain: right now this feeling was at its peak. The more Lala thought about the delegation thinking she was a coward, a bad bodyguard, and a pathetic Sanflarian, the more she liked it.

But thinking about Earthians was even better: many of them probably thought she was a dumb whore with no sense of decency, or a prostitute desperate to find clients, or someone so bad at dating that she had to strip naked in public just to make men interested in her... Those thoughts filled Lala's head so quickly she didn't even notice when her palm landed on her pussy.