Slap your thighs and tell you off

Your hips buck forward involuntarily as Jermaine rubs his thumb over your engorged clitoris and apparently this is enough proof that you're out of control, because with stern shakes of the head they start smacking your inner thighs with the palms of their hands.

"I think you know that's unacceptable, Jenna."

"You've already been punished for lewdness once today and here you are again, you dirty girl."

Their words are punctuated by the patter of skin on skin. The spanks come hard and fast and although they are nowhere near as painful as a paddle or strap, your tender flesh is soon smarting. They continue to verbally shame you and it is the humiliation rather than pain that brings tears to your eyes.

The punishment seems to be going on for ever, when the message tone from your smartphone interrupts proceedings. You are a little surprised when Aloysius asks whether you need to get it, but while extricating your device from the pile of your clothes, you realize that they are grateful for the chance to rest their sore hands.

Blinking away your tears, you eagerly search the screen for news from your girlfriend, delighted to see that she is just a few minutes away. When you tell your neighbours, they immediately offer to help carry her boxes inside and let you down from the table so the three of you can wait by the road. Ominously, they say you can finish your punishment later. Getting dressed is not part of the programme.

You send a reply while you walk and then stand by the kerb to keep a lookout for the approaching van. Fortunately, the street is almost deserted, so only a handful of people witness your nudity and one of them is also in a state of undress after incurring a punishment of some kind. Your eyes meet briefly, commiserating silently before she moves on.

Only a minute or two later, Diana arrives, stepping out of the vehicle as soon as it comes to a halt to greet you with a hug and a kiss that is just demure enough to avoid more trouble, or so you hope. She seems unsurprised by your nudity and gives your new neighbours a hug and an air kiss when you introduce them. Then, it's all hands as the four of you and the driver work together to empty the van and transport the goods inside. Diana seems unconcerned at stripping naked in front of three men she has only just met, but you know her well enough to be able to tell that she is actually mortified. Unfortunately, once the driver has left, it is only going to get worse.

"We were in the middle of spanking Jenna when you arrived, Diana," Aloysius explains. "Her horny little snatch was soaking."

You blush and your girlfriend looks at you reproachfully.

"Why don't you collect your clothes from the garden, while we check Diana and then we can spank both of you if you need it," he continues, addressing his words to you. Although phrased as a question, it is definitely an instruction and your lover gives a sharp intake of breath, but like you, she does not object to being intimately examined for signs of arousal.

You hurry to fetch your things, studiously avoiding your girlfriend's gaze on the way. It takes less than a minute, but they're finished by the time you get back and apparently the results were quite different.

"You see, Jenna: Diana can control her libido. You should be able to do the same."

The two young men indicate her sex, obscenely displayed and held open by their fingers as she sits awkwardly on the spanking horse, eyes on the ceiling, trying not to show how distressing the experience is for her.

"Yes, I'm sorry. My behaviour is unacceptable," you reply, hoping that if you show contrition, this ordeal will be over with sooner. Then, you swap places for another prolonged hand spanking, which only ends when their palms get tired.

"Well, she's still wet," says Jermaine, pushing his index finger inside you up to the first knuckle, "but much better than before."

"Thank-you for punishing me," you respond and Diana also chimes in.

"Yes, thank-you so much. Jenna really needs help with her self control. Can I get either of you something to drink?"

It turns out they both have plans for the evening and need to be making a move, but you all promise to go for a drink together sometime when you have settled in. As soon as they leave, you apologize to your girlfriend.

"Oh, Diana, I am so sorry."

"Hey, hey, it's not your fault," she replies, folding you in her arms again.

"It really is." If only she knew how much it was your fault.

"No, the whole point of this surveillance thing is to control our behaviour. It was only a matter of time before we ended up having our sex lives supervised. I bet it happens to all women our age sooner, rather than later. Now, tell me everything."

You do, although you leave out that the reason you decided to explore was a futile attempt to cool off. Diana is understandably appalled to find out that your cameras are open to the public and is very quiet for the rest of your story. When you finish, she reveals what she has been thinking about. Then, it is your turn to be appalled.

"Jenna, I think we ought to tell the office about that website. The one where you can watch us."

"What? Why on Earth would we do that?"

"Because if we don't and they find out from someone else, they might think we were trying to have some privacy. That would be bad, right?"

Sadly, she has a point. You compose an email to your boss while she relates what happened to her after you parted. She was delayed when her letting agent turned up to give her and the other young single women living in her block of flats the new dress code. It will take some time for all the units to be equipped with cameras and until then, the tenants are requested to livestream themselves to the agency as much as possible.

"Seriously? That seems unfair. It's not your fault they're slow fitting the surveillance equipment."

"Yeah, but it's not worth arguing about, especially since I'm moving out. Thank goodness."

"What's the dress code?"

"Well, that's the thing. High heels, except in the bathroom and when I'm in bed and an under-bust corset. It's to help with posture, apparently."

You stop typing to stare at her in amazement.

"What if somebody doesn't have an under-bust corset?" You happen to know that Diana does (and very nice she looks in it, too, the few times she's worn it for you), but you doubt the same is true for everyone.

"Then they'd better buy one. Maybe being naked the whole time isn't so bad."

You mumble in agreement and then read out the email you have composed. Diana gives her approval and you send it. You sigh and look at your gorgeous naked girlfriend, lounging on the sofa. Then you realize the danger of that pastime and stand up, asking her what she fancies for dinner.

"Oh, I'm not really hungry."

"We've barely eaten anything today. We should have something, at least."

She sighs and is about to reply when there is a knock at the door.