Aunt Brenda’s Panty Punishment (Part 2)

(part 1) I woke up with a start, my body tense and my cock hard, already remembering everything that had happened yesterday. As I shifted in bed, the panties that I wore to bed rubbed against me; it shouldn’t really be a surprise that I woke up already leaking into them.
I got out of bed, my movements slow and heavy with low-level dread and excitement. I had no idea what my aunt had planned for me that day. The smell of coffee filled the air downstairs, mingling with something sweet—cinnamon, maybe. I went downstairs to find Aunt Brenda in the kitchen, back to me as she busied herself with breakfast.
“Good morning,” she said without turning around. “Feeling excited for today?” Her tone was mocking, knowing exactly how uncomfortable I felt.
I mumbled a response, not trusting my voice. She turned then, a smirk playing on her lips as she noticed how wet my panties were. “Come here.”
Reluctantly, I approached the table, where she had laid out a plate with French toast and a glass of juice. “Eat up. We have a busy day ahead,” she said.
I sat down, picking at the food, my appetite unable to compete with my nervousness.
After breakfast, she led me back to the car. The drive was silent, each passing minute thick with anticipation of what she had planned. This time, we arrived at a different mall with more upscale stores. My heart sank as she steered me towards a boutique known for its luxurious lingerie.
Inside, the air was heavy with the scent of expensive perfumes and fabrics. Aunt Brenda spoke to the saleswoman, her words low and urgent. I stood by, trying to blend into the background, but the saleswoman’s eyes kept flitting over me curiously.
Soon, we were directed to a private fitting room. Aunt Brenda handed me a pile of delicate lace and silk garments. “Try these on. Let’s see what looks good on you.”
My hands trembled as I picked up the first piece, a sheer bodysuit that left little to the imagination. I stepped into it, the material sliding over my skin like water, leaving me exposed and vulnerable.
When I emerged from the fitting room, Aunt Brenda looked at me critically. “Turn around.”
I did as she commanded, my cheeks burning as the saleswoman watched our interaction. “Not bad,” Aunt Brenda conceded. “Let’s get a few more options.”
I tried on the various pieces individually, each more revealing than the last. By the end, I was exhausted, both physically and emotionally. Aunt Brenda paid for the items, her expression smug as she led me out of the store.
Back home, she made me model each piece, taking photos with her phone. “These will be great reminders of your progress,” she said, her tone dripping with satisfaction.
As the evening approached, she instructed me to strip down once more. This time, she had a new set of panties ready, ones that looked even more humiliating than the last.
“Put these on,” she ordered, handing me the panties. They were crotchless, designed to expose everything. My face flushed as I slid them on, the cool air hitting my exposed skin.
Aunt Brenda nodded approvingly. “Now, let’s see what you can do.”
She handed me a small vibrator, its shape unmistakable. “Use this. Show me how much you enjoy being my little plaything.”
I hesitated, but her glare was enough to make me comply. The sensation was overwhelming as I turned it on, and my body reacted despite my shame. Aunt Brenda watched, her expression growing darker and more intense.
“That’s it,” she murmured. “Let it all out.”
The room blurred around me, my senses taken over by the pleasure and the humiliation. Just as I thought I couldn’t take anymore, she leaned closer, her voice a whisper in my ear.
“Now, cum for me. Right here, right now.”
And I did, my toes curling and my body jerking uncontrollably, moaning loud enough that the neighbors probably heard me. Aunt Brenda had told me that we were going to do this every day. I’m not sure I’ll be able to take it, but I’m going to enjoy trying!

Aunt Brenda

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