Catch And Release Part Five: Naomi's Parents Take Her On A Date

Naomi’s whole body was a mosaic of bruises. It had been like this for months. Everyone at school had surely seen the stripes on her legs at the least. And the principal, and her teachers, and especially her gym teacher, had seen so much more.

But nobody offered to help. Quite the opposite in many cases. And she had to admit to herself, she had never asked for help. Whatever the fuck this all was, however much she hated it, she was determined to see it through. She kept it going, and she wanted to escape. It didn’t make sense.

Back at home things were even worse.

One day her mom interrupted Naomi in the middle of writing a story. “Hey girl!” she yelled cheerfully. “Your father and I have decided we’re going to put you through your first experimental punishment!”

Naomi immediately, unashamedly started crying. “What did I do though?”

“Nothing at all! It’s an experiment! You haven’t forgotten about those have you?”

Naomi sobbed and recited quickly, knowing what would happen if she couldn’t remember this word for word:

C.      EXPERIMENTAL : From time to time, Experimental punishment sessions will serve to establish forms of punishment beyond those described above, whether that be additional instruments, additional areas of my body, or punishment forms other than spanking. Following these sessions, this document will be amended. After any experimental punishment session, I will be permitted an eight hour recovery period during which I will only be required to follow rules 1 (Compliance) and 2 (Clothing). I will be free to masturbate and orgasm at will during that eight hours, but must invite my parents to watch.

Her mom grinned. “Baby I’m so proud of you, your memory has become really incredible.” She then paused, expectantly.

“Thank… you…?” Naomi said hesitantly, strangely annoyed.

“Anyway! For this experiment we’re taking you out on the town! Wear something sexy!” She winked and closed the door, leaving Naomi completely confused.

But over time she had learned to simply obey the literal words her parents uttered when they uttered them. She went to her closet, wondering what her mom meant by “sexy” exactly. She had nothing in her wardrobe that wasn’t inappropriately revealing, save her school uniforms, and even those had been tailored to be too small and too tight for her frame. So did that mean she could just wear anything?

But she was already wearing something “sexy” by that definition (obscenely short shorts and a bikini top). Mom clearly, by telling her “wear something sexy,” was telling her to change, that what she was wearing wasn’t “something sexy.”

Naomi started to get lost in a panic. Once again firm clear rules seemed to in practice put her in a completely uncertain position. How did they always manage to do this to her?

She finally chose. A little miniskirt that showed her ass fairly plainly, and a crop top that only covered the top half of her breasts. She walked out of her room and into the living room where her parents were sitting waiting for her.

They were wearing very attractive formal wear, dad in an evening jacket, mom in a slinky little red dress.

They took one look at her and laughed. “Naomi!” exclaimed her mom, “I said wear something sexy, oh my god you disobedient bitch!”

Naomi sobbed, “I’m sorry I don’t understand!”

They had her put her hands against the wall, and spanked the ass her miniskirt thereby fully exposed, until they were satisfied her wails and screams were genuine. Then she was sent back to try again.

She had nothing in her closet even remotely like what her parents were wearing. So she did the only thing she could think of. She put on her laciest, most “lingerie” like underwear, to try to match the “fancy” vibe of her parents’ clothing -- and no top, since she had no “fancy” tops clean right now, and so was hoping that being fully indecent would count as “sexy.”

But this, too, was met with laughter. “I said we’re taking you out on the town, do you really think we’re going to parade you around topless in public?” She was now made to place her back against the wall and squat so that her thighs were forced to make deep, strenuous effort to keep her from collapsing to the floor. In this extremely difficult position, her breasts were whipped repeatedly until she collapsed to the floor – and then for twice as long as she lay spreadeagle on the floor desperately forcing herself not to block the blows.

She tried another outfit, a ridiculous sheer tutu-like miniskirt and one of her school uniform shirts unbuttoned to almost but not quite reveal her nipples. She knew it looked ridiculous but it was obscenely revealing without actually baring anything. It was the best she could come up with.

Her parents laughed long and hard, her dad actually falling to the floor from his seated position, while she cried in confusion and despair. He then gestured towards her and choked out a command, “Just strip Naomi” and continued laughing. She did so, standing naked in front of her parents. “Spread your legs, hands behind your head,” and she snapped into position. They proceeded to whip her legs inside and out while she maintained this position, screaming and weeping but not moving her feet.

“Okay Naomi, that’s enough,” said her mom sternly but with amusement. “Come with me.”

Naomi followed her mother. She expected to be led to her room to have the correct outfit finally revealed but to her surprise her mom led her instead to her parents’ room. Her mom went to her own closet and opened it up, taking an item out and laying it out on the bed.

It was a one piece evening gown. The material was mostly netted, meaning whoever wore it would be practically naked except for strategically placed patches. And though it was one piece, and technically floor length, it also left most of the front midriff area and front leg area completely bare. “This, Naomi, is sexy!” said her mom, and gestured first to Naomi, then to the evening dress.

“Do you want me to… wear your dress?”

“Duh?”

Naomi, sniffling, picked up the dress. She knew much better than to say what was on her mind right now. How was she supposed to know her mom meant for Naomi to go into her mom’s closet to find “something sexy”? This was completely, completely unfair. Naomi was angry, but knew this could only lead to further punishment if expressed out loud.

She knew something like “unfair fairness” was exactly the name of the game for her parents. She shouldn’t have been surprised at all.

She put on her mom’s dress, and it fit perfectly. She looked briefly in the mirror and felt a flush of embarrassed pride at how hot she looked in this slutty piece of evening wear. She’d always been attractive but months of suffering and hunger had highlighted her hotness all the more, and this “dress” such as it was really was flattering. Not like the clothes her parents usually let her wear, which left nothing to the imagination but also contributed nothing of their own.

“Come on!” said her mother, and, her reverie broken, Naomi was shortly thereafter seated in the back of the family car as her parents drove her to whatever going “out on the town” meant.

Their first stop was a restaurant. A very expensive restaurant that she had had no idea her parents could even afford. But they went right in, and were immediately seated. They had reservations.

They were in a corner booth. Naomi was seated in that corner, while her parents sat on each side of her. For quite some time her parents simply treated this all as a normal night out, ordering appetizers and drinks. When the waiter asked Naomi what she wanted to drink, she played it safe. “Water, please?” she said with a quiet polite smile. She felt foolish at her hope that her parents might let her order a little wine or at least an iced tea, but no—water it was to be.

The appetizers came out and looked incredibly scrumptious – a charcuterie tray, and a loaf of warm bread with a plate of peppered oil. Her parents each took a small portion for themselves. She waited, daring not to reach out for anything on her own—and her parents didn’t offer her anything. She sat silently between them as they ate and chatted on either side of her.

Was the “experimental punishment” literally going to be just her having to sit hungry while her parents ate delicious food? That seemed somehow both less and more cruel than anything they’d done before.

Suddenly she realized her mom was whispering something to her. She looked up, dumbly asking, “What?”

Her mom rolled her eyes. “Spread your legs open and start masturbating while we order.”

Naomi’s whole body went red. What the fuck? The waiter was coming. How could she get out of this?

Her mom reached down and pinched her thigh, hard. “Do it girlie, don’t make us hurt you.”

Like they had ever refrained from hurting her before.

But obedience had become pretty instinctive for her even in the face of extremely inappropriate commands like this one. Gingerly, Naomi spread her legs as the waiter approached. She knew he couldn’t see, that the tablecloth was long enough to hide everything. But she could swear he was looking right at her. Right at her pussy.

Her mom whispered in her ear “eye contact,” and she understood what she was supposed to do. She now understood why her dress had been so open in the front. It was very easy for her to reach down and start stroking her clitoris, her hand hidden by the angle of view, but the motion of her arm quite obvious. She steadily stared at the waiter’s face and hoped to die right here.

The waiter took her mother’s order, and then her father’s, making sidelong glances at Naomi throughout. He was clearly distracted. He knew. Or suspected. He looked troubled, but was soldiering on.

Finally he couldn’t avoid looking directly at her as she stared him down, her arm making it’s slight up and down movements, her breaths coming up short. “And um. You, miss? What will you be having?”

Naomi kept masturbating, briefly moving her eyes to each side to see what her parents were doing. “I’m…” she said between short, energized breaths. “I’m not sure…”

Her dad laughed. “She’s just here for the company. Just enjoying the sights!”

Naomi blushed further, but kept masturbating. “All… right…” said the waiter hesitantly. “Do you… feel alright miss?”

Naomi brusquely nodded, maintaining eye contact as commanded, and her mom intervened, “She feels very good, sir. I think she…” then her mom leaned in towards him conspiratorially. “I think she thinks you’re handsome.”

Naomi scared herself a great deal by, without thinking, suddenly blurting out, “Mom, no!” But she kept stroking herself. The waiter blushed, said nothing and walked away.

Her parents chuckled on either side and her dad said dismissively “You can stop now Nay.”

Naomi stopped masturbating.

Naomi sat numbly while her parents made minor mindless chitchat waiting for the food. The waiter approached with a busser by his side, a young charming girl. Naomi, on a whispered order from her mom, now masturbated while staring the girl down.” She saw the waiter and busser give each other glances and knew, just knew, the waiter had been talking about her, had told the busser what to expect.

She continued stroking herself as the food was served. The girl spreading the food out in front of her parents gave her a smile as she leaned over to place her dad’s side plate. “Nothing for you?” she said. Naomi winced and spoke tensely while pleasuring herself. “No, nothing thank you.” The girl then winked. Winked. And walked away.

Naomi started crying softly while still working on her clit.

Under her parents orders, she edged herself while they ate their fill. The waiter and busser came over several times to check in, taking in her flushed face and chest as they did so.

After dessert, the table being cleared, her dad picked up his card from the tray, and placed there a slip of paper he must have pulled out of his wallet. Mom Dad and Naomi then slipped out of the booth and started walking towards the door – but then Naomi found herself being steered by her parents towards a side door. The door to the restrooms.

“What’s happening?” she said out loud but her mom just said “shhhhh I think you know.”

She didn’t know. She had ideas. Some very bad ideas. She didn’t want to think about these ideas. She went numb again.

She, her mom, and her dad stood awkwardly in front of the restrooms for a few minutes in silence. Then around the corner came the pretty young busser who had served them their food. Her parents visibly relaxed. Naomi palpably tensed. “Is the young man coming as well?” asked her dad. “To be honest he’s really who I meant the note for.”

Naomi sobbed quietly. The busser said, “No he… this isn’t for him, let’s say,” and laughed. “But…” and now the busser openly ogled Naomi’s entire body. “I am more than ready.”

“Well, alright.” Dad seemed vaguely disappointed. “That will work I suppose!”

Mom firmly led Naomi by the arm into the women’s restroom. Naomi allowed herself to be led. The busser walked in behind them.

Mom opened one of the stalls and had Naomi stand inside. She then had the busser stand in front of the stall looking in on Naomi. And the busser did just that. Just stared. Naomi stared back, having no idea what was happening. The petite blonde girl was grinning at Naomi with with expectation in her eyes. Mom was behind the busser, grinning, and staring at Naomi with amusement.

“You going to start?” the busser finally said.

Naomi looked from her to her mom and back. “I… don’t…. know….”

Mom said sternly, “Nay, you know exactly what you’re supposed to do, now do it.”

And with that, Naomi did know. She began tearing up again, and a sob escaped.

The busser looked hesitant for a second. “She into this?”

Mom replied, “Oh, no, not at all. But she agreed to it, didn’t you Naomi?”

Naomi found her voice again. “Yes.” And she parted the front of her dress, exposing her pussy to this complete stranger. And she reached down, and masturbated.

She watched this attractive, unknown girl in a waitstaff uniform grow more and more engrossed as Naomi brought herself closer and closer to orgasm. She watched the girl’s eyes grow wider, her mouth stretch into a broader and more relaxed grin, heard her remarks of “oh fuck this is hotter than I thought it would be,” and finally, Naomi came, somewhat violently, almost falling backwards where she would have landed clumsily on (or possibly in) the toilet behind her. She moaned, despite her determination to keep it quiet and unsatisfying for this bitch of a stranger. She then growled out her final spasms of reluctant pleasure.

“Jesus christ, you’re a good slut you know that?” the busser laughed and turned to Naomi’s mom. “She’s a good slut, you’re doing the lord’s work!” and unceremoniously, the busser left to return to work.

Mom grinned at Naomi. “What do you think, was that sufficiently excruciating? Did you hate every second of it? A good addition to our arsenal?” She reached her arm out, which Naomi took, quietly sniffling, not answering any of her mother’s questions.

They did add it to their arsenal.

In her next Catch and Release themed story, Naomi had them parade their poor victim around not just to masturbate, but to seduce and fuck the grossest, scariest ugly strangers they could find. And the ones that didn’t want to fuck her, she had to beg them to beat her. And in Naomi’s stories, these strangers eagerly did so.

The user named C&R commented on this story, “We actually already did this to one of our first girls, but it was stupid. We almost got caught. We like the direction you’re going though! Great minds think alike!”

Naomi considered deleting and blocking this stupid internet stranger who thought he was funny. But in the end, didn’t bother.