Belle, a young woman living in a religious community where women are expected to wear chastity belts until marriage, is given a frustrating punishment at the dinner table. Dark content rating, 3k words.
This is a very old story that I published on a furry website over a decade ago. It was subsequently taken down, and has not been available anywhere online for many years. I've rewritten it to bring it up to my current quality standards and also to remove the furry/anthro elements, because they weren't necessary to the story; I was just writing furries by default at the time.
Content warnings/tags: incest (primarily father/daughter, with adult brother and mother observing); nonconsensual chastity; implied religious abuse; slut-shaming and misogynist language from the (female) protagonist; nonconsensual exhibitionism.
Belle played idly with her phone while she waited for her mother to bring dinner to the table.
That bitch Sandra was causing trouble in the group chat again. Sandra was new in town and was the only one in their friend group who wasn't a member of the local church, and her parents had "different values". As far as Belle could tell, that mostly meant that Sandra was allowed to talk to any boy she wanted--and that, unlike Belle and most of the other girls at their private religious college, Sandra hadn't been locked into a purity belt when she came of age.
Sandra had been really weird about it at first, like she was freaked out, as if she wasn't the weird one; but these days she was downright mean, reminding them all at every opportunity that her pussy wasn't under lock and key and that she could just rub off whenever she wanted, while the rest of them needed permission from their parents to come.
Today, after school had let out, she'd sent them all a picture of her naked pussy.
It had Belle seething with anger...and, okay, a bit of frustration. Her father was on the strict side; she knew a lot of her friends were let out of their purity belts over the weekends, as long as they hadn't made plans with any boys, but not her.
Her father had sat her down when she reached the age of eighteen and explained that the belt was a promise, blah blah blah, committing to ladylike behavior, blah. The long and the short of it was that her belt only came off if she earned a reward or a punishment, and her father oversaw both of those--and planned to continue doing so until the day she found a husband for him to hand the key over to.
That had been over a year ago. Since then, she'd only gotten to come twice: once for getting all A's at the start of her first college semester, and once over the summer as a surprise for her birthday.
Now, months after her last come, it took all of Belle's self-control to keep her hungry pussy off her mind. She didn't have any energy left to waste on Sandra and her stupid bitch behavior!
Belle scowled and tapped out several choice words into the group chat to let Sandra know just how unflattering that photo was.
"Well, that's not a very attractive expression."
Belle swallowed a startled yelp and looked up quickly. She'd been so absorbed in her anger that she hadn't even noticed her father standing over her.
Her cheeks flushing and her stomach squirming despite herself. Her cunt had definitely figured out where its relief came from these days, and her father's presence often made it even harder to ignore her constant, hormone-driven neediness.
"I, um--it's just this girl at school," she tried to explain, but he was already shaking his head.
"Your mother is working her butt off to get dinner on the table, and your brother is helping her set the table...and here you are, playing around on your phone." He eyed her, stroking his beard with his fingers. "I'm starting to think that you spend too much time on that thing."
"Uh. I'll go help Mom," Belle offered quickly, but he shook his head.
"No, there's no point now. Dinner's nearly on the table--ah, there it is now." He grabbed his wife as she set the casserole dish on the table and kissed her hello.
Belle looked away and tried not to blush as her mother moaned quietly, pressing into the embrace.
It was unusual, even in the church, for a man to keep his wife's purity belt on once they were married, but Belle knew that her mother still wore a belt. Her mom got to come more often than she did, of course--her parents had sex pretty often, she thought--but she'd learned to keep well out of her mom's way whenever her father was out of town for too long.
After a long, charged moment, the two broke apart as John came into the room. He was a year younger than Belle, just turned eighteen himself; as a boy, of course, he would never be locked in a belt, but when he'd come of age, their father had explained it all to him and made Belle show him hers. Now that he was eighteen, he was also often assigned to watch Belle when she showered, to make sure she wasn't doing anything in there besides washing herself.
As her family gathered around the table, Belle's phone lit up again. She grabbed it without thinking, and gaped when she saw Sandra had sent another pic--it was a bad angle, and pretty dark, like she'd taken the picture under a blanket or something, but that was definitely a picture of two fingers shoved up in her stupid slut pussy!
Belle growled angrily, her own cunt clenching reflexively inside its metal prison. She'd never even had the courage to put her fingers in herself before the purity belt had been put on her; she hadn't gotten any further than humping pillows to get off.
Her father's hand descended, abruptly cutting off her view of the offending screen. Belle yelped in surprise.
"That's it, young lady," he said firmly. "I've had about enough of you and this device. If you keep frowning at it like that, your face will get stuck that way." He stood up. "I think it's about time you learned when to put this away."
The table was quiet as he left the kitchen. Belle shrunk down in her seat. He was going into the bedroom, where the safe was, and her stomach dropped as she had the thought that maybe he was going to lock her phone in there.
But instead, he returned a minute later, still carrying her phone...and the key to her belt.
Belle stared, not any less confused. Her helpless, denied pussy gave a little shiver, hoping it was about to get rewarded, even though all signs pointed to the opposite.
"Stand up now, Belle, and take your pants off," her father instructed.
Belle only hesitated for a moment before doing as she was told; now that they were all of age to understand sex, there was no expectation of privacy in the home. This wouldn't be the first time she'd been punished in front of her brother and mother.
Her embarrassment only grew when her father crouched down in front of her and put a steadying hand on her hip, unlocking her belt with the other. The air felt so wonderful on her damp crotch that she couldn't stop her whole body from shuddering, and she knew everyone saw it.
Belle definitely wasn't getting a reward. She knew that. Besides the obvious fact that her father wasn't very happy with her right now, her rewards had always been in private, in her own room, after bedtime, with her father looking on and nodding in approval as she shyly massaged her clit.
But even then, even with all that evidence, some part of her was still hopeful. It had been months...
To her increasing confusion, her father set her belt aside on the kitchen counter. And then he placed her phone, screen-down, in the middle of her dining chair.
"There. Go on and take your seat now, it's time to eat this delicious meal that your mother's made for us all."
Belle hesitated, staring at her father in bewilderment.
He waved her towards the chair emphatically, and she hurried to do as she was told, not wanting to make him any angrier.
Once she had sat down--the phone shockingly cool against her overheated pussy--her father stood over her and examined how she was sitting. He pulled one of her knees to the side gently, which made her blush; then he reached down, between her legs, and pulled the phone forward a bit. In the process, one of his fingers brushed ever-so-lightly against her clit, and Belle couldn't hold back a gasp.
He chuckled and patted her head. "Settle down there. I've put your phone on a silent setting, and you can't look at it while it's down there, so it shouldn't bother us for the rest of dinner." He circled the table and took his own seat, then gave her a pointed look. "I expect you to finish your whole meal, miss. And I want your hands on the table where I can see them."
