Punishment by exposure

Katie had never felt more exposed or **** in her life. Being **** to stand for hours was humbling enough, without the added trauma of doing so wearing her birthday suit.

There was a cruel irony in the fact that she wasn't able to be completely preoccupied about her exposure, as she was presently grappling with plenty of other issues.

It was SO COLD. Had Gail turned up the AC? Or was this just what it felt like to be nude at room temperature?

The peace of the room was broken every now and again by loud rumbles emanating from Katie's stomach. The brunette knew she must be coming up to 20 hours since she had last eaten a proper meal; she felt so weak that she wasn't entirely sure how she was still standing.

Katie was also **** to gyrate her hips, rub her thighs together, and twitch her feet to placate her urge to wet herself. Now that the adrenaline was fading from her, she realised just how long it had been since she had used the toilet. Flooding the floor of her step-mother's office would compound her humiliation and surely extinguish any hopes she had of escaping her present situation with clothes. Her best chance was to make a diversion to a bathroom when Gail was taking her home at the end of the day. The problem was, time was moving SO slowly. Had Gail deliberately slowed the clocks? Or was this just what happened when you're bursting for the toilet?

It took immense willpower for Katie not to leap behind her arms whenever someone entered the office. She was met by looks of surprise, bemusement and pleasure. Most of the staff ignored her, not wanting to interfere in a punishment Gail obviously thought was appropriate for that strange orphan girl that lived with her, although a few did make crude remarks.

"I see you've got her well trained, Gail."

"Always nice to see a young woman maturing."

"I think that one needs the toilet, Gail!"

It was only when the bell rang to announce the end of the day that Gail acknowledged Katie for the first time since she placed her there hours before.

"Well, I hope this afternoon has been a learning experience for you, Katie," she smiled. "Next time you try to humiliate me, you'll be serving your punishment on the football pitch. I'm sure everyone would love to know what a freaky little virgin you are."

Katie didn't know what to say. She was still reeling from Gail thinking that SHE was the one being humiliated...but how did she know that Katie was a virgin?!

"Oh, yes, you don't think I'm stupid, do you?" Gail asked, reading Katie's expression. "You can't take your eyes off Luke whenever he's at the house. Well, don't get any ideas; he's Beverly's. As long as you're under my care, you won't be kissing anybody, let alone having someone fuck you."

"B-but...why?" the brunette cried, reckoning that it was now OK to cover herself, despite the futility of the exercise. Treating her as a glorified servant was one thing...but not even letting her have a sex life?!

Gail stepped in front of her, treading firmly on her bare toes and making Katie feel even smaller than she already was.

"Because as your legal guardian, I can do whatever I want," she said threateningly. "If I can't have the money your parents left you, you can't leave home without my permission. And don't you dare let me catch you bringing a boy home..."

"OK, OK!" Katie acquiesced, stepping away into her own personal space again. "I'll...I'll be a virgin..."

"Excellent!" Gail beamed.

As if on cue, there was a knock at the door.

"Come in!" Gail called, smirking.