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 ï>¿Lisa's punishment #1 by Lisa Rogers

   One of the goals that I has set for myself is to earn a 10% return on my
stock portfolio over the course of 2012.  This seemed like a reasonable
goal since I had been in an investment club for about three years.

   I said that if I can accomplish this goal, I would treat myself to a
long weekend vacation to Colorado in the winter with some girlfriends.  On
the other hand, if I failed to meet my goal I would set up a risky dare
that I would have to perform.

   The level of severity would go up for every percent that I missed.

   The year started out fairly well, but I sold a stock that I thought had
peaked and bought another stock that ended up going down on news of poor
earnings.  I decided to wait it out for a few months but the stock remained
near 52 week lows.  As the year was going on, I started to panic and began
to make more and more trades.  When the year ended, I was down 7%.

   After looking at my written goals, it was clear what my punishment would
be.

   My punishment called for me to pick a date on the calendar no more than
30 days away.  The following is what I had to do to satisfy my punishment.

   When that day came, I purchased a cheap watch with a countdown timer. 
Then I cleaned out my car so that there was nothing in the car that I could
use for cover.  I left my condo at 2:30 AM on the appointed day.  Dressed
in tennis shoes, bra, panties, shirt and shorts, I drove to one of the
beaches in the LA area.  Around 3 ish, I arrived at the beach and parked my
car one and a half blocks from the road that parallels the beach.  When I
got out, I carefully hid my key in my secret spot, then I headed for the
beach.

   When I got to the sand, I set my countdown timer for five minutes and
started walking.  When the time ran out, I stripped off all my clothing,
including my shoes.  Once naked I set my timer for five more minutes plus
one minute for every percentage point that I missed my goal by.  In total,
this was 22 minutes.

   With my timer running, I begin walking naked down the beach.  The moon
was out but not too bright so I felt safe.  The down side with the cover of
darkness was that it would be that much more difficult to find where I left
my clothes.  The longer I walk, the harder it will be.

   I continued walking until the timer ran out.  At that time I took off my
watch, and placed it where a lucky kid would find it in the morning.  Then
I layed down in the sand, spread my legs wide open and started to
masturbate.  My punishment called for me to give myself an orgasm before I
could turn back and start looking for my clothes.

   It didn't take long to reach an orgasm, since I was already very
aroused. Once finished, I stood up and rinsed off in the ocean.  Now it was
time to return to my clothes.

   Here was my problem.  I had no watch to tell me when I had walked for
the same 22 minutes, and with limited moon light, I would need some luck to
find my clothes.  With no other choice, I started walking in the direction
that I came from.



   As I begin to make my way back, many thoughts were running through my
head.  First is that without a watch, I had to rely on my own sense of
time. I would have to guess when I had walked back the same 22 minutes in
order to estimate where to start looking for my clothes.  Then I would have
to estimate if I was too far right or left of where I left my clothing. One
thing was for sure, the beach is a big place and it can be hard to find
your way back in daylight and with landmarks (other people, umbrellas etc
--).  But in dim light with limited sight distance and with no land marks,
it will be harder. Another thought was, if I -(TM)m unable to quickly
locate my clothing, how long do I continue looking before abandoning my
clothing and making the 10 minute naked walk back to my car that is parked
on well-lit city streets.  The longer I take to locate my clothing, the
closer to sunrise and the city will begin to come alive.  Then if I -(TM)m
still unable to locate my clothing, I will have a long walk naked through
city streets and a 30 minute naked drive home.  To top things off, I have
to get from my car to my condo, that -(TM)s right, you guessed it,
completely naked. The less time I spend looking, the less likely that I
will find my clothes and the more cover of darkness I will have to get all
the way back home naked.  The more time I spend looking, the greater chance
I will find my clothes and it won -(TM)t matter how light it is or how many
people are up when I return to my car since I will be dressed. What is a
naked girl to do in this situation I thought, as my heart began to thump
louder? With my head spinning through all the possible scenarios that
waited for me, I realized that I wasn -(TM)t able to think clear enough to
have a strategy.  I would just have to go on instinct. I walked for about
what seemed to be about the right amount of time, but there were no clothes
in sight.  What do I do I thought.  I went one way and then the other,
still nothing.  Perhaps I haven -(TM)t gone far enough I thought.  I walked
down further, criss crossing back and forth.  Still nothing. I estimated
that it must be around 4:30 AM or so with no clothes in sight.  Still
naked, with no idea where my clothes were, I figured that a 10 minute walk
back to the car and a 30 minute drive home, there would still be the cover
of darkness if I left now. I decided to spend a few more minutes looking,
but I really had no idea which way to look.  I began to walk in random
patterns in hope of a miracle.  I kept looking thinking only a few more
minutes, then I would go.  I must have done that a dozen times.  Wishing I
knew what time it was, I probably wasted 30 more minutes looking franticly
for my clothing. As I looked in the direction of where I entered the beach,
I noticed a car drive on the street that parallels the beach.  I wonder
what time it really is I thought to myself.  How much longer do I have
before it starts to get brighter? I was honestly afraid of walking naked
through the city streets to get my car.  The naked drive home wasn -(TM)t
as scary, but then getting from my car to my condo was also an issue.  This
is what was preventing me from abandoning my search and leaving the beach
naked. I really couldn -(TM)t make up my mind as to what I should do.  My
preference would be to find my clothes and simply go home.  I decided to
continue looking until I saw another car drive down the road.  I continued
searching in what seemed like a good search pattern.  This continued for
about ten minutes or so when I noticed another car drive by.  That -(TM)s
it, I thought.  The city is starting to wake up and I have a ten minute
walk to get to my car clothed or naked.  For this punishment, I made sure
to wear bra and panties so that there would be evidence that there was a
naked woman on this beach last night and couldn -(TM)t find her clothes and
had to go home naked. I took one last look around, nothing, so I started to
walk back in a slight state of panic.  As the minutes ticked by, I was
closer and closer to where I entered the beach from the street.  I never
noticed how lit up the streets were.  I paused realizing that the lights
from the city would expose me and my cover of darkness was gone.  Realizing
that I had no choice but to keep going I kept going.  As I approached the
stairs that led to the street, I stepped on something sharp.  I was forced
to sit in the sand to wait out the pain and to check on the damage.  There
was some sign of blood but it wasn -(TM)t too bad. Still in pain, I
realized that I had to keep going.  I stood up and kept going.  The problem
now was that I had to walk on my heel to protect my foot.  This slowed my
down a little, but not too much.  When I got to the stairs, I was in full
light from the city.  On the street, I could hear another car go by.  The
city was waking up.  I had to move fast knowing that once on the street,
there was no place to hide.  If anyone was there, they would see me and I
couldn -(TM)t do anything about it. As I approached the top of the stairs I
looked around to see if anyone was there, not that it mattered.  I just had
to go, and so I did.  Now on the street walking hobbling towards the cross
walk a car turned the corner.  There was nothing I could do and nowhere to
hide.  As best I could I just ignored them and crossed the street hoping
they would just keep going. As I made my way down the street, another car
came head on.  Again, I just kept going.  When I got to my car, I franticly
looked for my hide-a-key but it was gone.  I took another look and found
it. As I was unlocking my car, another car drove by.  Just great, I
thought. Now naked in my car I still had a 30 minute drive and a dash to my
condo ahead.  I took too long looking for my clothes I thought.  Nothing I
can do about that now.  Looking at the clock, it was almost 5:20 AM I
started the car and drove home as casually as I could ignoring the other
drivers.  I -(TM)m sure several people noticed.  I was careful not to speed
so a cop didn -(TM)t pull me over. As I pulled into my condo, I realized
that I did spend too much time looking, not that that would help anything.
Another glance at my clock showed just a few minutes before 6:00 AM.  My
condo had a parking garage underneath.  I pulled in and looked for a good
spot.  I found one close to the stairs.  This will be at least as
humiliating as walking through the city if not more, since these are my
neighbors and it was later in the morning than before.  Many people are
starting to leave for work at this time. Elevator or stairs I thought to
myself.  Elevator would be faster and more direct, and with a bad foot
seemed like a better option.  But since most people take the elevator, I
had to choose the stairs.  Plus the elevator had more surprises, such as
when the door opened, would there be anyone there or not? I took my chances
with the stairs.  As I started to climb flight after flight, I was more
nervous that someone would open a door and meet me head on.  Fortunately,
that didn -(TM)t happen.  When I got to my floor, I opened the door a crack
to see if the hall was clear.  It appeared to be clear so I made a mad dash
for my door.  As I was approaching my door, I heard another door open.  As
fast as I could I unlocked the door and went in.  I didn -(TM)t dare look
back to see if I was caught. With my back leaning against the door, my
heart was still pounding and I started to laugh.  I made it, I said. Now
time for a warm bath. As I was sitting in the tub warming up, I replayed
the events in my head.  Once again, I slipped my fingers down between my
legs and gave myself another orgasm.

   I was done with my punishment I thought.