Repaying all her debts.

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Michelle found herself standing in a similar position to where she was just one week ago. Neath the shade of an evergreen tree on the golf course, completely and utterly naked. Save for her shoes, something John had made sure to act as if was some glorious favor. She also was relived to have been able to negotiate her way out of actually having to shove her putter up her ass like originally promised. Though after the many, many, many, poses that John had put her in to get more and more pictures, she almost didn’t think it was worth it.

Michelle leaned out from behind the tree, peering at the crowd. She sighed to herself, trying to work up the courage to fulfill her end of the deal. There were a lot of people, more than Michelle had ever realized.

“All those eyes…” She thought to herself, and a burning sense of shame coated her body in red. But just as she had felt the night after her lose with John, the warmth in her core and the wetness on her crotch betrayed how she felt deep down.

In fact, every night since she lost entailed Michelle bringing herself to some of her most intense orgasm of her life. Thinking about her lose, and about her imminent streak had her fired up more than ever before. And now that she was actually about to do it, her legs were shaking from more than just nerves.

*SMACK*

“Owww! Hey! I said no touching!” Michelle said, turning to John and trying to ignore the new intensity that just hit her.

“Sorry, sorry. Couldn’t help myself.” John said, taking yet another picture of Michelle, this time of her now red ass. “You’d better get a move on, otherwise all these photos are gonna go public.”

“I know! Quit reminding me…” Michelle responded. Yet another reason posing for all those photos didn’t seem so worth it now.

“Unless you’ve decided to go with the alternative?” John said, gesturing to his crotch. Michelle just rolled her eyes, a disgusted look coming across her face.

A golf ball could be seen flying off into the distance, which Michelle took as her cue, hoping that more eyes might be distracted by the game.

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“And here we have Austin Cravitz, long time participant of this particular tournament. Almost won it last year actually and on pace to rank very well so far.” Commentary rang through the television of the Harris household. Michelle’s parents had never been particularly interested in golf, but were trying to watch at least a few games for the sake of getting closer to her.

“And what a perfect stoke that was from Cravitz. That’s really gonna put him- oh, um.” The commentator stumbled over his words for a moment as the camera began to pan, revealing a young blonde woman streaking across the course. The commentator laughed nervously before continuing. “Ladies and gentlemen it would appear one of the local college students is perhaps a little too fond of golf.”

“Hmph, kids these days.” Mr. Harris said, a disappointed grumble in his voice. He went to change the channel just as his wife became a little distraught.

“Honey, is that…?” Mrs. Harris said as the cameras swapped to show the face of one Michelle Harris, as well as all her naked glory.

“Uuuggg.” Mrs. Harris groaned as she fainted, falling to the floor. Mr. Harris quickly went to make sure his wife was alright, anger swimming inside him from the spectacle his daughter was putting on for live television.

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Michelle felt as though she might have a heart attack. Before the collective gasp had sounded, she felt all the heads turn towards her, staring at her nude form as she ran as fast as she could across the field. So many eyes. So many cameras! She began to push through the crowd, getting to her things she’d left on the other side faster.

Her shoes and full body blush as her only cover, Michelle opted to pump her arms at her side for maximum speed, fully aware that this left her exposed to everyone. Her boobs. Her ass. Her mound. Everything was on show. Bouncing for all eyes to take in.

They could see her un-dyed bush.

They could see her nipple piercing.

It was overwhelming for Michelle, and just as she felt it couldn’t get any more humiliated, she tripped. Tumbling for a moment, grass stains appearing across her body, Michelle fell flat on her ass, dazed. When she shook the stars from her eyes, Michelle found that she’d fallen with her legs spayed wide open, aimed right at a tv camera not ten feet away.

“AHHHHHHHH!!” Michelle screamed as she slapped a hand over her lady folds, wasting no time to get up and run away again. The crowd, shocked as they were, made no effort to get in Michelle’s way, allowing her to run unimpeded.

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Michelle panted heavily, trying her best to get air back in her lungs. She’d never run that hard for that long in her life. But she was safe now, plenty far away from the eyes of the crowd or the view of the cameras. And her clothes were right here, under the very bench she had left them under. Finally she could get dressed.

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Only, something stopped her. The feeling in her loins, she felt it burn hotter than ever before. As her hands dropped to pick her clothes up, she found herself unconsciously redirecting them to her quim, needing to relive all the tension she’d just built up again. Her left hand grasped her nipple piercing, ever so carefully tugging it, as her right began to stroke the outside of her lips. Electric sensations shot through her, and she knew this would be the strongest organs yet.

But just as her rhythm began to pick up, she felt her right arm rested away from her body, a painful grip on her wrist.

“Well. Well. Well.” Came a voice that sounded all too familiar to Michelle. She turned her head to find that the hand belonged to a tall, busty, black haired woman wearing aviator shades and a vicious smile on her face. “Oh how we reap what we sow.”

“You?! What are you doing here?!?!” Michelle said, the sheer audacity of the situation hitting her like a ton of bricks. The woman, known as Diana Briggs, just chuckled to herself.

“Oh, I’ve been looking for you. And you, little girl, are in for a world of hurt.” Diana said. Not giving Michelle a chance to respond, Diana pulled her prisoner into her lap as she sat down on the bench, and began to rain down a hail of spankings on the bubbly ass that looked back at her.

*SMACK*

*SMACK*

*SMACK*

“A whole night a holding cell! Naked!” Diana said, not letting up for a moment. “Paraded in front of the whole precinct!”

Michelle whined very loudly as she felt her ass warble from the intense spanking she was getting. She tried to put her hands in the way to shield herself, but Diana quickly used one of her own to pin them both to Michelle’s back.

“Put on leave, WITHOUT PAY!” Diana continued shouting. She was swinging down on Michelle’s perfect cheeks with all her might, leaving deep red handprints all over both. “The things I should do to you.”

Michelle’s whining died down, and was quickly replaced my a moan she had been trying to suppress. Her nipples hardened into diamonds, and her pussy leaked like a faucet as the pain radiating through her ass became pleasure. Michelle cringed, feeling something she knew she couldn’t stop coming on.

“Ooohhhhhh fuuuuuccckkk!!” Michelle let out a loud moan, the most powerful orgasm of her life talking over her for a moment. Her body seized in Diana’s lap, juices squirting on Diana’s leg.

“Oh gross! And you had the audacity to call me a freak!” Diana said, throwing Michelle off of her and onto the ground. Landing roughly on her aching butt made Michelle shout once again, the orgasm finally subsiding.

And in its place, an intense shame of everything that had transpired thus far. She covered her now over sensitive private parts with her arms, and tried to stand. Only for Diana to once again grab her, pulling her up to her side.

“Oh no you don’t. See, you’re my ticket back on the ****, and I plan on getting back in right now.” Diana said, beginning to forcibly walk Michelle back in the direction of the crowded golf course.

“W-wait! Where are we going?!” Michelle asked worriedly. Her arousal was totally gone now and all that was left was fear and humiliation.

“Im driving you down to the station, and lucky for you I’m parked on the other side of the course.” Diana said. “Let’s give your fans one last look at you.”

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“Coming through people, make way.” Diana said, commanding a respect from the people she hadn’t felt in a while. She quickly flashed her wallet as if showing off a badge, putting it away before anyone had time to question. It wasn’t exactly legal per se, but Diana felt she had a good reason. “Just finished apprehending this pervert, move along.”

Michelle couldn’t bare to look anywhere but at the ground, afraid of giving anyone a chance to recognize her. The stinging in her ass kept her from trying to fight back, and the humiliation of her exposure prevented her from making a scene.

The long arduous walk felt like an eternity, but finally they arrived at Diana’s car. Michelle was very roughly thrown into the passenger seat, and quickly found her right hand cuffed to the handle attached to the ceiling by a pair of fuzzy handcuffs.

“Not as sturdy as the old pair from my gear, but it’ll do for now.” Diana said. She closed the door and walked her way back around to the driver side and got in. And just like that, they were off towards the station.

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The drive had been horrible for Michelle, something Diana had made sure to do. For one, Diana held Michelle’s un-cuffed hand in her own the whole time, meaning Michelle had no means of cover. In addition Diana made sure to take the ride slow, using roundabout roads to hit as many stoplights as she could. At least the different drivers must have seen Michelle, sitting uncomfortably on her sore bottom, naked.

But in spite of the drive, Michelle would have stayed in the car forever if it meant not having to walk through a busy police station, totally exposed to police, criminals, victims, and visitors alike. She could feel their confusion and judgement as they took in her breasts, bush, and butt. Diana walked her right up to the main desk, slapping a hand down aggressively on the counter.

“The chief. Where is he?” Diana asked, almost like there was nothing even remotely strange going on at the moment.

“D-Diana? What are you doi-”

“The chief, McClesky, and make it snappy.” Diana interrupted the officer at attendance, taking her aviators off for the first time and glaring at him. He made no more remarks and scuttled off.

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“Ooohhh, it feels good to be back.” Diana said, now in her full uniform. “Damn I missed this.”

She was sitting in the interrogation room with none else but Michelle, who was across from her and still very naked. The chief had almost sounded disappointed when he heard the admission that this girl had stripped Diana in that golf course so many nights ago, even if the two girls knew that wasn’t entirely true. But disappointed he may have been, he had **** but to reinstate Diana.

“A-am I free to go now?” Michelle asked nervously. “I did like you told me.”

“Free to go? Ahahaha!” Diana laughed, making Michelle grow very nervous. “Honey, I’ve got you on public indecency, indecent exposure, resisting arrest, AND assaulting an officer.”

“But I didn’t-!”

“But nothing. Now, seeing as you and I have come to a bit of an understanding, maybe tomorrow morning I can help you out, but for now, let’s get you nice and cozy in an overnight holding cell.” Diana said. She walked over to Michelle, roughly grabbed her by the tit and pulled her into a standing position. “Oh, and sorry… we’re out of uniforms at the moment.”

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