Vanessa's new room

Vanessa slowly raised her eyelids, still heavy. Her head pounded as she lifted her body up while rubbing her forehead. She immediately noticed something was wrong. She looked down, and realised she was completely naked. With clenched fists Vanessa stood up. That's when she realised where she was.

A very small room, big enough to fit a mattress that she slept on, and a toilet directly next to it. There was also a door, which the naked woman tried to open but it was locked. "Good morning!" A friendly familiar voice suddenly echoed in the tiny room.

Vanessa shrieked loudly and immediately covered her boobs and pussy with her hands. Opposite the door was a window that covered the entire wall. Stood the other side was the infamous clown that had taunted her. She was stood on the busy naughty street, meaning Vanessa was naked and on full display. "WHY AM I NAKED!!" She yelled.

The clown girl laughed. "It's part of your punishment, for running away and causing mayhem." She responded. Vanessa growled and screamed some more, she kicked the mattress with anger. "If you want your clothes back I suggest you behave yourself right now!" The clown lectured the angry former CEO.

Vanessa frowned and folded her arms, reminded of the urinal punishment. "Fine... I'm... I'm... I am.. S o r r y..." She replied. Vanessa never apologised for anything, so this was a pretty big deal for her. "Apology accepted, now I need you to read this out for me, to prove you will behave yourself. Do this and you'll get your clothes back, and I'll let you out for the fun activities I got planned!" The clown explained, she held up a note against the window for Vanessa to read.

With a huge sigh and roll of the eyes, Vanessa was **** to read the note, **** to be clothed. "I, Vanessa Sinclair, a very very naughty girl, apologise for the way I acted and look forward to my punishments today, I will cooperate and behave myself as I recieve many punishments..." She cringed as she read it aloud.

The clown seemed satisfied, as she put the note away. "Good, I'll come round now." She told Vanessa and walked off. Moments later, the cell door was opened and Vanessa's white top and jeans were chucked in. Vanessa immediately scooped them up and them on. She may be trapped as a prisoner in a clown themed carnival punishment street, but at least she had her clothes to protect her vulnerability...