Yikes!

[If there was anything good in what happened, it was that Mindy's powerful orgasm was mostly complete before she saw Mrs. Winthrop.]

Mindy quickly dismounted to run to her clothes. Of course in her fright, she had to trip and fall, but the adrenaline kick was sufficient to get her up again. She limped a few steps, but quickly got to running normally.

Her clothes had gone!!

She yiked again.

In horror, she ran to the dorm to get a change, going the wrong direction a few times as she was new there, her heart still racing, bare breasts bouncing around wildly, bare feet slapping the floor.

Just before she got there, she heard a disturbingly calm voice.

"Where is your uniform Miss Potts?"

Yet another yike. Mindy quickly covered her own mouth to stifle the expression; but it was too late: she was heard.

"I-I-I-m sorry Sally! I mean Mrs. Winthrop! I mean Sally...," Mindy was beginning to sob.

"Calm down, girl. You've gone apoplectic." Mrs. Winthrop somewhat laughed. "Charming actually."

Then another question Mindy dreaded.

"What were you doing in the museum Mindy?"

"Oh..., I, I, was, ah—dusting the statues!"

"I'm sure you were..., ah, 'dusting' the statues: one statue in particular."

Mindy blushed again, and remembering how good that phallus felt only added to the blushing. Then she felt guilty.

"I'm sorry Missus Winthrop!"

Mindy, already in tears, started to cry.

Mrs. Winthrop pressed her index finger vertically against Mindy's lips.

"Shishhh...... Quiet child," Mrs. Winthrop cooed. "Everything is going to be alright."

Mrs. Winthrop then caressed Mindy's face and hair, brushing away a few of her tears .

Then looking at her breasts. "Mindy, I do believe you're breasts are a little bigger: the nipples in particular." She smiled, "and your heavy breathing is making your breasts go a little up and down a bit."

"Sorry, Missus Winthrop."

"Don't be: I love big breasted women with big erect nipples; and I told you to call me Sally, didn't I."

"Yes Missus Sally, I mean Sally."

Mrs. Winthrop walked behind Mindy, putting her hands on her shoulders.

"Mindy, normally in most places there would be some punishment for what you did there; but because I believe you're sorry, and frankly you've provided us with such wonderful entertainment tonight, you'll get off lightly. For the next three calendar days, you will have to be as naked as you are now—and I mean 24 hours each of those days. Keep your maid's collar and anklet; and maybe a few small pieces of jewelry such as what you're are wearing now, but I want to see those lovely breasts, ass, vulva, and feet, bare and exposed for everyone to see. If anyone asks, tell them I said so, and if they ask me to confirm if it is a requirement, I will, without mentioning the reasons."

It was yet another humiliation for Mindy. She'd go to the Human Rights Tribunal or Labour Board were it not for the prospect of little unskilled work for good pay that this job offered—and the possibility that she was naked and humping a statue would be talked about in a hearing.

Mindy felt Mrs. Winthrop's right hand slide down her back, to her buttocks, rubbed her buttocks a little, and then softly held the right one.

"Yes, Sally," whimpered Mindy.

"Your next task is to wash that statue—lights on, and do it respectfully; and while what you did is hardly desecration—indeed, it could be seen as a form of homage to the person it represents," then lowering her voice, but more loudly, Mrs. Winthrop added, "the next time you wish to hump Mr. Winthrop like some trampoline, Mindy, you will first ask my permission and I might allow it."

"Yes, Sally." Mindy immediately remembered being on the phallus, and while the embarrassment continued, she felt another flush of arousal. For a few seconds, she felt dreamy. Indeed, she could barely suppress a smile.

Mrs. Winthrop saw it, but was hardly bothered. "I'm glad you're glad about all of this."

"Ooops. Sorry, Sally. I didn't mean to...,"

"Don't worry my silly girl," interrupted Mrs. Winthrop. "I like naked smiling big breasted bimbos."

More embarrassment for Mindy.

Mrs. Winthrop continued, "and from now on, when you approach Mister Winthrop, if you are within six meters from the statue, you must be also be as naked as you are now—if you're wearing any clothes, take them off—and instead of walking within the six meters, you are to go on your hands and knees and crawl, both legs down if no part of either arm touches the ground, and when you crawl away from Mister Winthrop, your knees have to be forty centimeters apart."

Then speaking more loudly, Mrs. Winthrop simultaneously released Mindy's right buttock, gave it a good slap: the sound immediately accompanied by another, but softer, yike from Mindy, and asked: "Do you understand!"

"Yes, Sally!"

"Do you understand, Miss Potts with the big bare beautiful breasts and legs still streaking with vaginal fluids!"

"Yes Sally!"

"Good, my child." Mrs. Winthrop then rubbed Mindy's right buttock and held it again, though a little more firmly.

"Miss Potts, do you enjoy working here?" before squeezing her buttocks a few times, alternating between buttocks.

"Uh!..., yes Sally."

"That's good my good little slut. I'm also glad you're working here," while patting Mindy's buttocks affectionately, rubbed a little of the vaginal fluid that got on her buttocks during the romp with Mr. Winthrop around the rest of her buttocks.

"One last thing, I saw how Annette brought your lunch for you. It was nice of her, but I will forbid her from taking food from the meal room for you for a month—with no other punishment for her, though. You, however, will have to eat any food in the meal room for a month, and tomorrow, I want you to sit on a dining table itself: thirty minutes each for breakfast, lunch, supper, and fifteen for a snack."

Anticipation of more embarrassment and humiliation.

"Yes Sally."

"Don't be afraid Mindy." Mrs. Winthrop used both her hands to caress Mindy's shoulders, upper back, sides, and buttocks. "You're not in trouble. Consider this a minor correction."

"Yes, Sally."

Mindy was wondering if Mrs. Winthrop would touch her breasts. She dreaded the idea, but she also kind of wanted it. First, she wanted to please Mrs. Winthrop, her employer, but still feeling sexually aroused, she also wanted to feel another's hands on them.