Discipline for Jenni: Out with Liz

           Liz Davis slid into the plastic seat and smiled wickedly, her cute little mouth finding the straw of her boba tea and taking a sip. She had to be careful not to leave smudges of her black lipstick on the plastic, but the sweet taste of the tea filled her mouth. Liz wasn’t smiling about the tea though. Across the food court she could see Jenni’s delectable ass as the girl stood in line, the super tight shorts cupping the well-shaped and impressive globes with an almost latex like quality. Jenni reached across the counter, collected her strawberry milkshake, and turned outward, eyes searching for the goth girl. Liz waved and Jenni, a huge smile on her face, headed straight toward her.

Ostensibly, the girls couldn’t be more different. Liz’s hair was dyed pitch black and she wore a black tee shirt with an almost scary looking vine imprint in off-white on it. A black, ruffled miniskirt complimented ripped, black leggings, and she wore black combat boots with neon blue shoelaces. Add in the black leather collar with silver studs, a dozen or so bracelets of both metal and rubber, and a ring on each finger, and Liz was sort of difficult to look at. Not because she wasn’t sexy. She was. And she knew it. But because there was just so much to take in!

Jenni, on the other hand, was girl-next-door gorgeous. Short and petite with curly brunette hair, her most attractive features were her boobs, butt, and hips. All three were oversized for her frame, giving her a lush, almost sensuous look. Liz had only ever seen her in two outfits - at least, two if she didn’t count buck naked. First was the school uniform, though Jenni had adulterated it to violate several regulations. And Liz had to admit that Jenni was a dream in the short, blue and white plaid skirt and white blouse - when she was wearing it. But when she was out of school, Jenni preferred a pair of tight blue shorts and a white tee shirt. Today’s ensemble sported a pink butterfly stretched awkwardly across Jenni’s bust, the material so tight against Jenni’s skin that the hard bumps of the girl’s nipples were almost painfully obvious. She wore a pair of simple flip flops, her tiny bare feet sporting pink painted nails.

Jenni approached, hooked the chair opposite Liz with her toe, and pulled it out. She grinned happily, her bowlike mouth surrounding the thick straw of her shake, sucking greedily. 

“Thank you,” Jenni said after a moment, swallowing the thick pink cream. “This has been fun.”

Liz set her drink aside for a moment, her eyes narrowing. “Oh no,” she said devilishly. “It’s about to be.”

Jenni blinked. 

“How many punishments do you owe me?” Liz asked in a teasing voice. Jenni’s eyes widened and a slow blush crept up her cheeks. She gulped a little and looked down, clearly embarrassed. 

“Um… eight,” she said softly. 

Liz nodded. “Exactly. So you’re about to get one.”

Jenni glanced around. “Here?” She said in a slightly worried tone. 

Liz snorted. “Give me a break. You couldn’t care less about all these people seeing you naked. You just don’t want to get in trouble with anyone.”

Jenni bit her lip and looked away. “I do care,” she said softly. “It’s… it’s humiliating.” 

Liz rolled her eyes. “Which turns you on. In fact, I’d bet you’re wet already.” She gave Jenni a steady look. “Are you wet, slut bunny?”

Jenni stared at Liz for a moment, but then her right hand moved down to her lap. It wasn’t easy, since her shorts were about as tight as her shirt, and not quite as elastic. Jenni worked her fingers downward, wriggling for a moment. It took far longer than it should have and Liz suspected the tightness of the shorts certainly impeded Jenni’s ability to touch herself. It actually was cute. Then a very different expression crossed Jenni’s face, one of acute pleasure. A slight gasp came from Jenni’s lips and then she pulled her hand out of her shorts and held it out to Liz. Sure enough, the middle finger glistened wetly. 

“See?” Liz said.

Jenni cringed. “Liz, you made me put the ben wa balls in this morning. Every step is driving me a little crazy.”

“So? Fuck sluts like you like that sort of thing.”

Jenni looked away, then retreated back to her milkshake. Both girls sat there for a moment, drinking quietly. Finally Jenni looked up.

“So, um… what’s the punishment?” She asked in a worried tone. 

Liz set her tea aside again. “Well, you’ve got five minutes to find a young man and masturbate to orgasm with his fingers.”

Jenni blinked, mouth dropping. “What?” She exclaimed in shock.

Liz shrugged. “Do I need to repeat myself?” She demanded. “Fine. Look around the food court. Find someone you think will be willing, sit next to him, take his hand, push it down your shorts, and fuck his fingers until you cum.”

“But… but…”

“And you only have five minutes to get it all done,” Liz added.

Jenni’s shocked expression was rather cute, at least to Liz. “But… Liz!” Jenni exclaimed. “My shorts are too tight for that! I can barely get my own hand down into them! How can I possibly get a boy’s hand down there?” 

Liz shrugged. “Not my problem. And time's ticking. Oh, and if you go past the five minute mark, you still have to cum, but then you not only have to cum, but you have to make him cum as well, though you don’t have to do that here. Only you have to have an orgasm in public.” 

Now Jenni’s face was red. 

“And if that isn’t completed in ten minutes,” Liz added nastily, “and you aren’t sitting back in that chair with cum on your face, then you get another punishment. Clamps. On your titties.”

Jenni gulped and despite the redness of her cheeks, she practically leapt out of her chair. She looked around, grabbing her milkshake. Liz knew what she was doing. Looking for a victim. Liz leaned back and began slurping on her boba tea again, sucking up one of the tapioca balls and popping it between her teeth. That’s when Liz started the timer, tapping the screen of her phone. 

Jenni looked around a bit wildly. Almost everyone in the food court was there with someone, so she automatically discarded each set, regardless of gender. Her desperate eyes kept searching for lone, solitary men, their eyes locked onto their phones. Each step she took caused the two plastic spheres inside her sex to roll softly, clattering against each other, sending little waves of pleasure through her. She tightened up rhythmically around the teasing sex toy, half relieved she was finally going to be allowed to cum, and half terrified that it was going to be here, in front of everyone. 

It took a full minute of her time to realize that she didn’t have any real options. The few lone men were either engrossed, or sitting in locations that would make anything they did together obnoxiously obvious, and Jenni’s other concern was being observed. Liz was right in stating that Jenni would have been fine with being stripped naked in the middle of the food court, tied open on one of the tables, only to allow every male in the place to fuck her silly, but what Liz didn’t realize was that Jenni’s natural inclination was to abhor such lewd behavior. The idea of such a display terrified her. Everyone looking at her like that? 

Except, Jenni felt her pussy becoming even wetter and that was the dichotomy of her nature. Her brain and sex argued, with one easily overwhelming the other. She looked around, getting even more aroused and realized that she’d already wasted half of her time. Finally she realized that location was better than anything else and she headed toward two young college aged men who were sitting at a four person table along one back wall of the food court. 

Jenni slid into the seat next to the sandy blond haired young man in the back and both boys looked up in surprise. 

“Excuse me?”

Jenni smiled warmly. “Hi,” she said simply.

The boy next to her raised his eyebrow curiously. “Um. Can I help you?” 

Jenni nodded. “Oh. Absolutely. I’m Jenni. What’s your name?”

The boy next to her scratched his clean shaven chin. “Taylor.”

The young man across from her grinned suddenly. “David.”

Jenni smiled and repeated both names. “Nice to meet you both,” she said politely. Then she set her milkshake down on the table in front of her, put both hands down by her side, and started wriggling.

“Hey,” David said with a confused look. “What are you doing?”

Taylor’s jaw dropped as he looked over. Jenni was pushed her shorts downward and he could already see a fair bit of skin, right above her sex. “Oh my God!” He blurted out, even as the pink nub of her shaved slit came into view. David’s shocked expression was impressive and he leaned over, glancing under the table.

“What the fuck?” He asked.

Jenni didn’t push her shorts all the way down to her knees. Instead she left them just far enough down to provide access, but still keep anyone looking over from seeing anything too specific. Which was good, because she saw Liz watching from the other side of the food court.

Then Jenni looked at Taylor and held out her left hand. “Can I have your hand please?”

Taylor, somewhat bewildered, held his hand out and Jenni took it. Then she brought it down to her lap. 

Taylor almost pulled back, but Jenni’s grip was strong and she pushed his fingers down between her legs. There wasn’t much room, her thighs still close together because the shorts were forcing her knees closer. She tried forcing him down there, but after a moment, realized she needed more space. With her free hand, she shoved her shorts down to her knees. That didn’t help either and with a little wiggle, she felt them drop all the way down to her ankles. Liz’s eyes went wide and she brought a hand up to her mouth, just a little shocked.

But then Taylor’s fingers were brushing Jenni’s slit and the schoolgirl groaned as she pushed the young man’s middle digit deep.

“What is that?” Taylor asked in dismay, shocked at being used in such a manner, especially to find something hard and plastic inside the girl he was fingerfucking.

“Ben wa balls,” Jenni breathed, already catapulting toward climax. She glanced past David’s shoulder and Liz was grinning. She held up her phone and shook her head and Jenni knew she was already too late. The five minute mark had passed. Now she had another five minutes to not only cum herself, but make Taylor cum. She knew that was going to be impossible. She looked over at Taylor.

“Make me cum and I’ll give you both a blowjob,” she said in total honesty.

“Dude,” David said, looking at his friend.

Suddenly, Jenni didn’t need to work Taylor’s hand in and out. He did it all himself. Wave upon wave of sweet bliss pushed through her loins and the fact that people around them had started to notice that her shorts were on the ground, wrapped around her ankles, and that even in the relative shadow of the table, it was fairly obvious, what with her now wide-spread knees, that she was being fingered. Jenni’s face was scarlet, her chest started to heave, and Taylor grinned as he worked her into a froth. 

“Yes!” Jenni whimpered, bringing a hand up to her mouth. She gnawed on a knuckle, her eyes closing with overwhelming exhilaration. Deep inside her, pressure built and built until she was trembling on the edge. Then she tightened, gasping loudly as the orgasm hit her like a freight train. She shuddered, clenching her jaw to try to keep quiet, not that it worked, and Taylor gasped as he felt the burst of wetness. 

Across the food court, Liz licked her lips as she saw Jenni’s squirt soak the girl’s own shorts. 

Jenni let out a soft groan and sagged against Taylor.

“Feel better?” Taylor asked, his hand still between her legs, his finger still inside her. Jenni nodded, a dazed expression on her face, and the boy finally pulled his hand free.

David, suddenly cognizant of what had just happened, glanced around and noticed that they had become the center of attention. “Um… we might… uh… want to finish up,” he said politely. “Jenni? You need to pull up your shorts girl. You’re flashing the entire fucking mall.”

That penetrated through the euphoric bliss of Jenni’s climax and she shifted, blinking her eyes. She lifted one foot, snagged her shorts, and dragged the soaked material up her long, pretty legs. She felt the wetness as she lifted her ass off the seat, once more covering her still stuffed pussy and bare bottom.

“Oh,” she said softly. She glanced at the two boys. “Um. Did you want to finish eating?” She asked, looking at the half-eaten meals in front of both men.

It took them only a few minutes to devour the rest of their lunches, then they stood up with Jenni. Liz watched the girl lead them off toward the restrooms and disappear. There was no doubt in the Goth girl’s mind what was happening. Both boys would be getting some and the only question was whether Jenni would blow them both, or whether she’d get spitroasted and creampied, as well as coming back with a pearl necklace. Liz took another sip of her boba tea, popping more tapioca balls between her teeth.

It took almost thirty minutes for Jenni to reappear. Her shorts showed a few small wet spots, though the crotch looked noticeably darker. Her shirt was slightly askew, a swath of bare belly and exposed navel making her look even more slutty. But more importantly, there was a shine of white cream on her left cheek, sliding down toward her chin. She shuffled over to Liz and plopped down with a smug, satisfied look that made it absolutely clear that there had been more than one orgasm.

“Feel better?” Liz asked, eyeing the beads of cum on Jenni’s face. The Goth Girl slid a napkin over and Jenni took it, finally wiping her face.

Jenni grinned. “Oh yes,” she assured the Goth Girl as she set the now stained napkin aside. “Incredible.” Jenni leaned back and sighed. “That was… intense.”

“Both of those boys happy?”

Jenni nodded. “Taylor and David. And yes.” 

Liz looked across at her slut of a friend. “Out of curiosity, did you blow them both? Or did you fuck them?”

Jenni blinked, but then her eyes seemed to lose focus. “I fucked Taylor,” she said softly. “And sucked David. Then, before they exploded, they switched places.” 

Liz rolled her eyes. “So yes, to both.”

Jenni grinned and nodded. 

“That took you a total of thirty-eight minutes,” Liz said. 

Jenni’s eyes snapped back to the Goth Girl and she looked down. “So, punishment.”

“That’s right,” Liz sneered. “And damn girl, I wasn’t expecting you to just strip your shorts off right in the middle of the fucking food court. Everyone got a look at your pussy.”

Jenni’s cheeks turned red in an instant and she glanced around. “Oh,” she said a little weakly. “Um… Taylor couldn’t get his hand down there right,” she mumbled.

Liz grinned and sucked down the last of her tea, the last few tapioca pearls popping into her mouth. She popped them, then looked over at Jenni. “So, you’ve got two choices,” she said simply. 

Jenni’s head tilted to one side, curiosity on her face. “I get… a choice?” She asked incredulously. “Since when did I get to make a choice during a punishment?”

Liz grinned and pulled two small orchid clamps out of her pocket. She deposited them on the table and Jenni’s eyes widened. She knew the orchid clamps. They would hurt. A lot.

“Oh,” she said, wilting slightly. “So no choice.”

Liz snorted. “Of course you have a choice.” She leaned forward. “You’re going to put them on right here. Right now.” She grinned, her eyes narrowing with mischief. “But you get to choose between putting them on your nipples outside your shirt, or putting them inside your shirt.”

Slowly, Jenni reached across the table and clutched the two green plastic clamps. She licked her lips and looked around. She wasn’t exactly the center of attention any more. Taylor and David had both gone their own ways. She pinched the first clamp open and looked across at Liz.

“You said everyone saw my pussy?” Jenni asked softly, holding open the plastic toothed clamp..

Liz nodded, eyes sparkling.

Jenni gulped. “Then I suppose it won’t matter, will it?”

“That’s what you think,” the Goth Girl disagreed. “People are going to notice. But if you put them outside your shirt, everyone will know what a masochist you are. And if you put them under your shirt,” she sneered. “Then the pressure of the cloth will make them hurt twice as bad. And you’ll know what a sadist I am.”

Jenni swept up her shirt, exposing both tits. Her perfect breasts hung in front of Liz, but instantly there was a murmur. Heads turned. Jaws dropped. A couple of cell phones came up, the video record button pressed, pictures snapped. Jenni ignored it all and placed the clamp in her fingers on her nipple. Wincing as it bit down, she picked up the second and put it into place as well. Then she put both hands down on the table and looked at Liz, her shirt still rolled up, just under her chin. Both nipples began to throb.

“Satisfied?” Jenni asked simply.

Liz glanced around, knowing it was a spectacle. But then she looked back at Jenni and nodded. “Totally. Now, let’s go walk around.”

Jenni gulped and slowly lowered her shirt back down, wincing as the clamps chewed on her nipples. The light throbbing suddenly got much, much worse as her tight shirt pushed the clamps around, twisting Jenni’s nipples ever so slightly. She brought her hands up to her chest, cupping her breasts, but not daring to touch the obnoxious and obvious silhouettes of the clamps. 

“When… when can I take them off?” Jenni asked as Liz stood up. The Goth Girl smiled down.

“When?” Liz declared as Jenni stood up, already trembling, just a little. “Oh, that’s simple,” she said. “You can take them off after I’ve hurt you enough, humiliated you more, and when you have your next orgasm.” 

Jenni gulped. Then she took a deep breath, regretted it, and winced. “Yes Liz,” she said quietly. And as the Goth Girl began leading Jenni away, she missed one little thing.

Jenni smiled, wickedly.

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