Corruption of Princesses/Jasmine : Second day : Punished by the scribe : Accepting to strip down
From Create Your Own Story
Under such pressure, the princess meekly avert her gaze. The elder stares at her dominantly and awaits her next gesture. Jasmine swallows hard and begins to comply. Her hand moves towards the straps of her top and slowly slide it off her shoulder. The gesture that was so playful earlier now feels forced.
The man's gaze dosn't relent and she moves to the other straps, sliding it down. Her top begins to comes down and reveals her chest. Her breasts are bare to his sight and but his glare remains fixed in her eyes.
She moves her straps off her arm and without further instructions, drops it at her feet, rubbing her arm in shame as she is now standing, naked from the waist up.
"I didn't tell you to stop now did I." the elder scribe speaks. His tone leaves little room to arguments and jasmine dosn't want to anger him further.
She moves her hand down to her waist and slide her finger against the clothes, closing her eyes in shame as she pull the fabrics down. Her clothes are light and easy to take off. The flimsy veiled pants slides down all the way as soon as it escapes her waist, dropping at her feet of their own accord as if betraying her.
She curses them silently and stands in shame in nothing but her sandals and wearing nothing but jewelry.
The elder scribe takes a second to admire her before aproaching her "The body of a princess. Wasted on a harlot." he says. Jasmine feels his ruthless hands moves to her waist, turning her sideways before landing a slap on her firm butts. She lets out a soft whimper.
"What are you doing ?"
"Today you were meant to decide matters of the state. But it seems like you prefer to vent out your lust. I am only teaching you a lesson."
