A day in the life

You snicker as you watch Sabrina do her best to dance in her hawaiian attire. It would normally consist of a leaf skirt, along with a bra. sometimes made of coconuts. But you decided that she could make do with only the bottom leaf half, of course.

The makeshift stage elevated her slightly above the other campers, so they all got a great peak up her skirt, not to mention her beatiful panties, or lack thereof. Her boobs jumped from side to side as she moved, further humiliating her. Seeing her pink face, you could guess how brutal it was. But you felt no guilt.

After all, she would do the same to you.

You snicker as the best part arrives. The music reached a crescendo as Sabrina's cheeks which were already pink, somehow became an even darker shade of pink as she turned herself around.

and It became quite clear that her face wasn't the only thing consisting of pink cheeks.

The entire camp burst into laughter as they looked at her spanked ass, as she was **** to sway it around. She knew if she didn't, according to your threat, you'd walk her down the lake in what she was wearing now and spank her in front of everyone there, and even Sabrina with her daring nature didn't want to risk that. She could barely handle the ones that you gave her yesterday. You had to administer it because she didn't want to perform at todays concert.

But that opinion changed after she went over your knee of course.

Sabrina closed her eyes out of embarrassment, she only had to dance for two more minutes! Then she can get the reward that you promised her. She moved her hips for two more minutes, until the song finally ended.

She turned to the crowd, who were all clapping and hollering. Regardless of her state of dress, it really was a good performance. She was a natural.

Sabrina turned to the crowd, and shyly bowed, then got off the stage.

You looked amusedly as she tried her best to cover her breasts. It wasn't working at all of course, but the attempt was made.

She blushed furiously, then trotted her way to your seat. You made sure to sit in the back, just so you could watch her stumble her way through all the campers. Watching them smack her ass as she passed really made for great stress relief.

"Nicole..." She muttered. It was clear she would rather be anywhere else but there.

You knew exactly what she wanted. You had promised her a reward if she danced today. Even yesterdays spankings weren't enough to completely convince her, so you gave her the extra push. Specifically something to cover herself with, after the many days she had spent in less than modest clothing.

But it was so much more fun to stare at her smiling until she asked.

"Y...you said you'll give me something... if I dance..."

"I did?"

"You did! That's why I did this fucking-"

"Now, now... You might wanna watch your tone Sabrina, unless you don't want..."

You teasingly pulled on one of the leaves of her leaf skirt, as her blush deepened. "This?"

"No...No..." Sabrina pleaded. You decided to be merciful, and only pulled off the leaf that you were holding onto. It was slightly beside her crotch, so nothing was visible. She sighed in relief.

She had been completely nude twice now, once when you took her clothes while she was showering, and once before, when you **** her into a collar and leash, and led her across the entire town completely naked.

Ah, good times.

"Nicole, you said you'd give me something to cover up with if I danced today..." Sabrina whispered. She was trying her best to not get on your bad side, no matter how much she hated you, she didn't want a repeat of previous punishments.

You only stared at her, smiling. She knew what you wanted. She looked down at her feet, as she jumped from one foot to another.

"...Please, master?"

Man, you loved hearing her say that. After all the bullshit she put you through, This bitch finally got what's coming to her. The campers loved it too, since Sabrina was definitely the bitchier counsellor. They had a great view of Sabrina's behind which was barely covered by the leaf skirt, since you were sitting in the back of the makeshift seating arrangement, and they even cheered when she called you master.

It was fucking great. Amazing, even.

But it had been almost a week now

Her first day was spent, completely nude. Even the next six, only minimal clothing, mostly topless, and if she really pissed you off, then even bottomless. This was way longer than even you had suffered.

Perhaps it was time to let bygones be bygones?

You sighed, and nodded your head, causing her to break out into a smile. Finally! Her hell was over. Some form of modesty!

Of course, she didn't expect her entire wardrobe back, but even a pair of pants was plenty! A long shirt would be even better!

"Turn around, and let me handcuff you." You said to her, as you took some handcuffs from your bag.

She looked at you suspiciously, but you told her that you just wanted to make sure that Sabrina wouldn't run away the second she had some form of clothing.

She didn't seem too happy, but she turned around to face the campers, and let you handcuff her. You got a great view of her spanked ass, which only cemented your decision to give her something to cover up with. This had gone on for too long.

Finally, it was time.

You told Sabrina to close her eyes. She waited expectantly for a jacket to fall on her shoulders, or perhaps a skirt for her to wear.

She dreamed of getting you back. She wouldn't be so merciful this time, after what you had done. She would paddle you, and then take so many pictures that you would spend the rest of your life blushing. Or tie you to the tree in the forest, until you begged Sabrina to give you some sort of cover. She dreamed and dreamed, but there was something wrong.

But even after a whole minute, she didn't feel anything.

Finally, she hesitantly opened her eyes, only to see you in front of her, taking as many pictures as you could!

She squealed as she tried to cover up, but her hands were handcuffed behind her back!

"You said you'd give me something to wear!" Sabrina yelled at you.

"But I did." You showed her the pictures, and she looked at herself in horror.

A pink dog collar, with the name Sabrina, shined on her neck. The leash in your hand. She realized that she had been tricked, and tried to break the handcuffs. It was obviously a stupid affair, it was her own pair after all, that you had confiscated when you got control of her wardrobe.

All this did, was cause what remains of her skirt to fall off.

Now she stood naked, in a collar and leash, and with four pink cheeks, in front of you, in front of the campers, and if these photos went anywhere else, in front of the world.

Who knows? Maybe, with enough ****, Sabrina would be your naked ****, even at home.

The End