Gone Camping

Eva Monroe
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Published over 1 year ago
Chapter 2

Gone Camping (Part 2)

Finally, you slipped inside and stood over me, taking in the view. Not for the first time, I knew were both enjoying our decision to buy a larger tent, with space to stand up and move around.

“Mmm… I was wrong. That’s almost perfect, but not quite.”

Reaching around my waist, you undid the button and zipper on my jean shorts, tugging them down to my knees. For the moment, you left my shiny black thong in its place.

Slipping my tank top over my head, you pulled it off and cast it aside. Looking me over, you made one last adjustment. One by one, you took hold of the cups of my bra and yanked them down, exposing my naked tits. My nipples instantly hardened in the cool night air.

“There. That’s perfect,” you murmured, admiring your handiwork.

Settling in front of me, you sat a little to the side so you could take in the full view of my deferential pose.

Taking your phone out again, you pointed it at me and tapped the screen. I could hear the little Record tone sound, and the front light came on, illuminating me in all my ingratiating glory.

“Did you have fun tonight?” you asked.

“Yes, I did, thank you.”

“Oh no, thank you,” you replied with a smirk. “How did it make you feel, walking through all those crowds, with everyone looking at your tits practically spilling out of your bra?”

I whimpered a little, squirming at the oh-so-recent memory.

“I, um… it was kind of humiliating?” I offered.

“Mm. What else?”

“It, also… um… it really turned me on,” I confessed.

“I bet it did,” you teased, and I could hear the gloating in your voice. “You’re such a naughty girl, I bet you loved it.”

I bit my lip, nodding.

“I… I did. I loved it.” My breath caught as I admitted to how much I had enjoyed the public embarrassment.

“Let’s see just how much,” you mused. Moving behind me, you put down your phone and grabbed hold of my thong, taking me by surprise when you pulled it up between my legs, rubbing the fabric back and forth over my clit.

I moaned, writhing against my own lingerie.

“Shh,” you chastened me. “People will hear you.”

Biting my lip, I continued to squirm, my breath growing ragged from the effort to keep quiet. Suddenly you jerked the thong down around my knees, where it kept my shorts company, further demeaning me.

I arched my back, sticking my ass out further, in search of your touch. I heard you chuckle as you watched me writhe and wriggle.

Finally, you obliged me, using just two fingers to caress my soaking pussy, proving to you how masterfully you’d handled me.

“Oh my,” you marveled. “Looks like you really loved being trotted around with your tits out. I’m pretty sure only naughty little sluts love it this much… Are you a naughty little slut?”

I moaned again, quieter this time, trying to be good. I nodded, panting through my words.

“Y-yes… oh, god… yes, I’m a n-naughty… little… slut… ohhh…” I leaned back, trying to maneuver your fingers closer to my clit.

You laughed, taking your hand away.

“Tsk, tsk,” you scolded. “Not until I say so.”

Before I could stop myself, a whiny, pouting sound escaped my lips. You took hold of my chin, lifting my gaze to meet yours.

“Who does your pussy belong to?” you challenged.

“It belongs to you,” I answered, properly admonished.

“Mhmm… How about these?” You released my chin and groped my tits, pinching and squeezing.

“Ohh… god… they’re y-yours… they b-belong to you.”

“And that delicious ass down there?”

“Yours. All yours.”

“That’s right. And what does that mean, that all of these things belong to me?”

“It means you get to use them, however, whenever, and wherever you please.”

“Exactly. And what I’ve decided, is that you don’t get to come until you’ve learned your lesson. Apparently, you need a reminder of who’s in charge here. Don’t you?”

I nodded, eking out a small “Yes” in agreement.

“What do you think would help you learn your lesson?” you asked.

“Um… spankings?” I guessed.

“Hmm, maybe. But you know how noisy those smacks are when I spank you properly. Everyone around us would hear it, and then they’d all know what a naughty little slut you are. Is that what you want?”

I whimpered again, unsure of how to answer.

“I, um… if it’s what you think I… deserve?” 

“Hmm…” You mulled over my response, while I waited in delicious agony for your decision. “I’d say after walking around with your tits spilling out of your shirt, most of them already know. We might as well confirm their suspicions.”

And with that, you pulled me over your lap, adjusting my body until my bare ass lay draped over you, awaiting penance.

“I don’t think you need this anymore,” you murmured, unhooking my bra and letting it fall from my chest to fully expose my breasts.

You ran your hands down the length of my naked body, stopping at my shorts and thong, still draped around my knees.

“We’ll leave those right there,” you said, “as a helpful reminder that this isn’t a treat, but an exercise in humility. Tell me, what lesson you need to learn?”

“That m-my body belongs t-to you…” I stammered, anticipation coursing through me.


“That’s right.”


I heard some giggling outside our tent, but had no way of knowing if they were laughing about me or something else entirely. The air around us felt quieter as you landed your next few blows.


I moaned and squirmed as a voice nearby said, “Sounds like titty girl is getting punished,” followed by more laughter.

You chuckled above me.

“Titty girl,” you hummed. “That’s a good name for you, don’t you think?”


“Ooh… y-yes...” 

“I think, tomorrow, you should wear a tight, white t-shirt, and no bra,” SMACK. SMACK. “So everyone can enjoy an eyeful of titty girl’s perky nipples.” SMACK. SMACK. SMACK. “What do you think?”


“I th-think… ooh god… oww… I think, they’re y-your tits… so y-you can do-” SMACK. “Oooh… whatever you w-want with th-them…”


“Mmm, very good. Looks like someone is learning her lesson.”


“Th-thank you… oohh…”


You paused, caressing my tender ass cheeks as you spoke.

“What if I decide to ‘accidentally’ spill water on your white t-shirt and make it see-through, right in the middle of our work shift? Would you complain and change your shirt, or would you work with your tits on display like a good girl?”

“I, um… I would w-work with my tits on d-display… like a good girl…”


I wriggled under the force of your blows. You grabbed the back of my hair and pulled, commanding me to hold still. I obeyed, taking the brunt of my punishment.


“Are you sure?” SMACK. SMACK. “I think you’d be too embarrassed, and would beg me to let you cover them.” SMACK. SMACK.

“N-no, I w-wouldn’t…” SMACK. SMACK. “Oww…. ohhh… I p-promise…”

“Hmm. I’m not sure I believe you.” SMACK. SMACK. SMACK. “Unfortunately, I don’t think we can test you at work without getting kicked out…” SMACK. SMACK. SMACK. “So I guess we’ll have to settle for walking around the campsite in the morning.” 


Gripping my hair harder, you pulled my head up, making me arch my back and thrust my tits out in the process. Groping my naked breasts, you teased and tormented my nipples.

“Is that understood, my little slut? Tomorrow morning, I want you to walk around camp braless, in a tight, wet t-shirt, and let everyone ogle these tits of mine.”

My breath grew ragged as you played with my nipples.

“Y-yes, oh… god… yes, under… stood… ohhh…”

“Good girl.”

You released your hold on my hair and tits, commanding me to crawl over to our air mattress.

“Kneel right there,” you instructed, and I did as I was told.

Turning on our low lamp, you tugged my shorts off but left my thong around my knees.

“Put your hands on the bed… Now stick out that red, naughty ass… Shoulders back so I can see your tits, too… That’s it…”

After a few clicks from your phone, you handed it to me. The image of me, kneeling and naked, with a properly chastened ass… It made me so hot, I instinctively arched my back a little more, my tits and ass craving your touch.

Biting my lip, I looked up and you and handed over your phone.

“What do you think?” you asked. “Have you learned your lesson?”

I nodded, lowering my lashes and trying best to look demure and contrite.

“Yes, thank you. Thank you for teaching me.”

“You’re welcome. I believe you’ve also earned the right to come for me.”

I looked up at you again, unable to contain my eagerness.

“Yes, please, I mean thank you…”

You smirked and leaned down to kiss me.

“I’m afraid there is a small catch,” you teased, knowing full well I was at your mercy.

“Anything… I’ll do anything you want,” I vowed.

“Mmm… I thought you might,” you bragged. Then you leaned close and spoke low, your breath warm and tingling on my ear. “First, you have to grab your elbows behind your back… Just like that… Now, spread your knees for me… Wider, until your panties are pulled tight… That’s it… And lastly, when I make you come, you are not allowed to be quiet.”

At those words, I whimpered, my face flushed. I felt your lips grin against my ear.

“You have to be as loud as you would be if we were all alone, and when you come, I want you to tell me. Me, and everyone around us. Those are the rules. You can do as I say, or you can not come at all. Your choice.”  

Leaning back, you waited and watched as I struggled with your demands. If I did as you instructed, my humiliation would be complete. As if walking around in a tight, wet t-shirt wasn’t mortifying enough, everyone in the camp would also know the dirty girl sounds of me moaning, panting, and climaxing… 

And I couldn’t help it. I wanted to do it anyway.

“I… want to come, please…” My confession was barely above a whisper.

“What was that?” you taunted. “Speak up, I can’t hear you.”

I cleared my throat and tried again.

“I want to come. For you. Please.”

The arrogance of your smirk should’ve infuriated me, but instead it just made me even more compliant, eager to submit to your will.

“Of course you do, my naughty, dirty girl. Now be a good little slut and open.”

Placing two fingers on my lips, you slid them into my mouth as I obediently opened it for you. For a minute or two, you basked in one of your favorite views - the sight of me naked, on my knees, sucking on your fingers.

Turning off the lamp - a small mercy, as it would spare me the embarrassment of everyone not only hearing me but also seeing my tawdry, on-my-knees silhouette - you knelt behind me and slid your wet fingers over my soaked, dripping pussy.

“Oh, my…” you chided me. “Such a sloppy, dirty girl…”

I moaned against you, without holding back, as instructed. You found my clit and teased it, making me pant and moan even louder. The voices around our tent quickly quieted, turning into whispers and giggles.

“Do you want to come for me?” you asked.

“Yes… oh, god, yes…”

“Beg. Tell everyone around us how badly you want it.”

I blubbered and whined in the midst of my lustful sounds, knowing I would do as I was told, no matter how degrading.

“Please… please, may I come for you? Ohhhhh… god… oh, yes…. Please…”

More laughter from outside the tent, followed by a loud voice saying, “That’s right, slut, beg for it!”

“You heard him,” you admonished. “Beg for it, slut. Louder.”

“Oh… god, Please! I’ll d-do anything… Please let me come f-for you… Please…”

Your laughter mingled with that of the strangers around us, and the indignity of it only made me want to abase myself further. If you’d dragged me outside to come in the midst of everyone who could hear us, I would’ve let you, and I would’ve loved it. Nothing turned me on more than when you treated me like a naughty little slut, just as I deserved. And you knew it.

Taking hold of my nipples, you unleashed your torment on them, assaulting my clit at the same time. I cried out in exquisite anguish.

“That’s a good girl,” you praised, growling in my ear. “Come for me. Now.”

Obedient as ever, I did as I was told, and I made sure to announce it, as you’d commanded.

“Oh, god! Yes! Oh, fuck! I’m coming! OhgodImcoming, fuck, yes, thank you! Oh god, thank you! Ohhhh god…”

You thrust your fingers inside me, toying with my g-spot, and the orgasmic waves continued.

“Oh, my, fucking, GOD…” I shouted, overwhelmed with the sheer, unparalleled pleasure of you plunging into me. “Ohhhhh god, yeeeesss…”

With one final thrust, we collapsed forward, onto our makeshift bed. Outside, our audience broke into applause.

I shuddered as you took your fingers from me. Pulling back the covers, you helped me into bed. My panties were still around my knees, but you made no effort to remove them, so I left them as they were.

You leaned down to kiss me, nuzzling my face with yours.

“That’s my good, naughty little slut,” you murmured, and I smiled against your skin. “Don’t forget, tomorrow morning it’s wet t-shirt time for titty girl.”

You chuckled as I squirmed, already dozing off under the warmth of the covers, my naked body yours to do with as you pleased.


More by Eva Monroe:

After Hours
Alone Time
The Art of Seduction
At Your Service

Coming Home

The Consequences of Misbehavior
Dream Come True

Girls Night Out
How to Treat a Naughty Girl
In The Morning

The Personal Trainer
Punished at the Office

Slave Training

To Sir, With Lust
Where I Belong