Crime and Punishment

1

Dima had argued with Nastya again. He was sitting in the hotel lobby trying to play on the console, but instead of focusing on the game, Dima kept replaying the morning argument in his head over and over. And if an hour ago it seemed to him that Nastya was wrong and she should be the first to come and make up with him, now he was beginning to doubt it. He was leaning more and more towards going to make peace himself. And that meant admitting his guilt and asking for forgiveness.

And it all started when Nastya, while they were near the poolside bar, suddenly had a strap on her sundress break and it just fell down, leaving her completely naked. Everyone who

was near the bar at that moment saw her breasts and, most importantly, that she wasn't wearing any panties.

Dima was getting a can of lemonade from the fridge at that moment. Nastya had asked him to find one without sugar, and he was standing in front of the open fridge door, sorting through the cans, trying to find the right one.

Nastya was standing by the bar talking to Dasha. Nastya was wearing a light sundress with small yellow flowers, and a yellow flower was tucked into her blonde hair. Dima himself had brought her these flowers this morning while she was sleeping and put them in water on the nightstand by her bed.

Opposite the bar, at a round table, three guys were sitting and talking about something. At the moment when Dima finally found the right can and, closing the fridge door, was heading towards the bar, Nastya's strap suddenly broke and the sundress fell down. Nastya found herself completely naked in front of the three guys sitting at the table.

But she behaved completely calmly—she placed her cocktail on the bar counter, elegantly squatted down, picked up the sundress, and stood up with it, and it was back on her. She turned her back to Dasha, who was laughing continuously, and asked her to tie a knot in the straps.

What Dima remembered most from that scene was how Nastya flushed deeply and her already beautiful face lit up even more. And second, how she glanced at Pasha, who was sitting opposite her.

— You looked at him on purpose to see if he was looking at you or not," he shouted ten minutes later when they were in the room where Nastya was changing.

— What are you saying?" she turned to him and gave him a murderous look, making him regret what he had said. "If you're imagining some nonsense, please keep it to yourself," Nastya finished, turning back to the mirror.

— How could both of your straps break at the same time anyway?" Dima continued his interrogation.

— I already explained to you," Nastya said in a calm voice, gathering her thick hair at the nape of her neck and revealing the elegant line of her slender neck transitioning into her straight back, "that one strap fell off my shoulder, and the other one broke.

Dima adored it when she styled her hair like that, and she seemed to be doing it now just to spite him.

— That's a hell of a lot of coincidences for one morning," Dima persisted, continuing to speak in a raised voice, "Pasha, the strap, and on top of all that, you were without panties and flashed your... in front of everyone.

Here Dima stopped short, afraid to start swearing. He knew Nastya didn't like obscene language.

— Well, it's your fault that I was without panties," Nastya continued just as calmly, as if nothing had happened.

— Oh, so now it's my fault?" Dima was getting more and more worked up. "Holy shit.

— You promised to wash my panties yesterday and you didn't.

Dima remembered how yesterday, in a surge of tenderness while undressing Nastya before bed, he offered to wash her panties and forgot. He only remembered in the morning. He washed them, but of course they hadn't had time to dry yet.

— I'm amazed once again at how you manage to make me look like a fool every time?

— You're making yourself look so silly right now it's not even funny," Nastya said carelessly, simultaneously applying lipstick.

Dima hated it when she started calling him names in that diminutive, belittling tone. He lost his composure.

— Stop humiliating me already—you, you're acting like a slut," Dima shouted. He wanted to burst into tears from resentment, but instead, as usual, he started shouting and calling names.

— What did you say?" Nastya turned to him with an angry face. Dima noted how beautiful it was at that moment. But he could no longer restrain himself and shouted.

— I'm fucking sick and tired of you making me look like a fucking idiot in front of everyone," he shouted, saliva spraying from his mouth.

— Okay, that's too much," Nastya said sternly, as if summing things up. "Stop the hysterics immediately. And please leave, or I'll leave myself right now.

The last words sounded like a sentence to him. But he knew if she left, he wouldn't be able to follow her, and if she stayed, he could come back here. And to prevent her from having the chance to leave, he abruptly walked out of the room and slammed the door.

2

And now, an hour later, he had cooled down and missed her. He couldn't be without her for long and started missing her terribly. In addition, he thought that maybe it really was just coincidences and an accident.

— She couldn't have set all this up, could she? Then she would just be a calculated bitch—but she's not like that.

Dima finally put down the console and decided to go upstairs to the room to ask for her forgiveness and make up.

— Let it be humiliating, let me look like a fool, but at least she'll forgive me and we'll be together. And I'll be next to her.

He suddenly thought that if he loved her, he should do everything to be with her.

Dima stood up, walked to the elevator, and went up to the right floor. Approaching the room door, he felt joy at the thought that he would finally see her now and make up with her, and in the evening they would go to the disco.

Entering the room, he quietly closed the door. Maybe Nastya was sleeping and he didn't want to wake her carelessly. Walking into the living room, he saw her sitting completely naked on the sofa with a smartphone in her hand. She was sitting with her legs stretched out, leaning on a pillow lying on the armrest. Next to her on the table stood a glass of champagne and an open bottle beside it. Seeing her naked, he felt an irresistible desire. He so wanted to touch her, to kiss her. Nastya often walked around the room naked—she loved it when her body could "breathe."

— Hi!" Dima greeted, leaning against the wall.

— Hi," Nastya answered dryly, without looking at him.

— What are you doing?" Dima asked.

— Nothing, resting," Nastya answered just as dryly.

Dima understood that she was angry with him and after the champagne had probably already worked herself up. Nastya drank little, but even after one glass, she would become either excited and want sex or angry. Right now she was in the second mood.

— Nastya," Dima began, "we need to talk.

— I'm not in the mood to talk to you," Nastya answered as expected.

Dima walked over to the sofa and sat on the carpet next to it, but at a slight distance from her. Nastya paid him no attention whatsoever and continued to look at her smartphone, scrolling through something.

— Nastya, please forgive me—I was wrong," Dima said in a conciliatory tone.

Nastya was silent, not reacting to him at all. She took the glass, took a sip, and put it back. Dima admired her—he adored her every movement, her stern gaze, her naked body. From this spot on the floor near the sofa, he could see her long, slender legs, her slightly protruding pubic mound with a small strip of dark curly hair. He so wanted to touch her smooth, slightly tanned skin.

— Come on, Nastya," he said again after a minute, "please—forgive me.

Nastya continued to look at her smartphone. Dima moved closer to her foot and, stretching out his lips, kissed her big toe.

— Forgive me, Nastya," he said again, smiling.

Nastya finally lowered her hand with the phone and looked at him. There was such contempt in her gaze that Dima's heart ached.

— I don't understand, do you think that after what you said to me today, you can just come and ask for forgiveness?

— I was wrong. Let's make up, please?

— So it's that simple for you?" Nastya's eyes were blazing. "You called me a slut, have you forgotten?

— Sorry, I lost my temper," Dima said in a plaintive voice.

— That's your problem, if you can't control yourself—then don't come near me.

Nastya raised the phone again and started scrolling through something and texting someone.

— Well, Nastya, what do I need to do for you to forgive me?

— First, admit your guilt and repent," Nastya continued dryly.

— I swear, I repent.

— I don't believe you. You've told me that before.

— Well, tell me what to do for you to forgive me?" Dima's voice became plaintive, as if he were about to cry.

Nastya was silent. She was typing something on her smartphone, and Dima didn't want to disturb her at that minute and remained silent. After a few seconds, she lowered the phone and looked at him sternly.

— Let's do this," she began to say, "you'll ask for my forgiveness—properly, on your knees—and promise not to do it again.

— Okay, fine," Dima looked at Nastya and was ready to fulfill her request immediately. He moved away from the sofa and knelt down, placing his hands on his thighs.

— That's not all," Nastya said, sat up, and lowered her feet to the floor. She put the phone on the table, picked up the glass, took a sip, and put the glass back. Then she leaned back on the sofa backrest, lifted one leg, and placed her foot on the sofa. Dima saw her open flower, and he couldn't take his eyes off it, and his breathing quickened—he was aroused.

— You'll strip naked," Nastya continued, looking at him with the same contempt, "kneel down and ask for forgiveness. And call yourself a slut.

Nastya emphasized the last word. Dima swallowed and, after a short pause, said:

— Okay, if that's what you want, I'll do it.

— But that's still not all," Nastya paused again and continued, "I'm tired of your hysterics. You'll ask for my forgiveness, call yourself a slut while kneeling in front of me, and I'll record it on my phone. And if it happens again, I'll send this video to the feed and everyone will see it.

Dima breathed heavily and blood rushed to his head from excitement. He knew she had chosen the perfect moment for this. If she had said it in another place and at another time, he would have freaked out, told her off, and left. But now, when she was sitting in front of him naked, with her legs spread—he was defenseless. At that moment, he wanted to press his mouth to the cherished and beloved hole between her legs and kiss it.

— Well, okay, if you forgive me, I'll do it for you.

— But that's not all either," Nastya began to say, but at that moment a message came to her smartphone. She quickly picked it up and looked. A smile appeared on her face. She started typing with both hands. Another message came and she smiled contentedly again and, with a smile, started typing something again.

Dima continued to kneel all this time and watched her. Her face, her breasts, and her hole with shamelessly spread labia. How he wanted to know who she was texting now, but he was even afraid to ask. He waited for what else she would say. Finally, she finished writing and put the phone next to her on the sofa and looked at him.

— For me to forgive you, I have to punish you," Nastya finally said, "so that you understand your mistake, and I get satisfaction.

— Okay, I'm ready," "How will you punish me?" Dima asked, and a new wave of excitement washed over him.

— I haven't thought of it yet," Nastya answered.

He was silent and looked at her.

— Well, I'm waiting, or have you changed your mind?

— No, I'm going now," Dima started getting up from the floor, "can I go to the bathroom?

— Yes," Nastya answered shortly and took the phone in her hand.

Dima went into the bedroom and entered the bathroom. After taking care of business, he thought he would undress right there. He took off all his clothes and looked at himself in the mirror. His cock had been hard for a while. His scrotum and pubic area were completely shaved—Nastya really disliked hair, so he shaved regularly.

He left the bedroom and entered the living room. Nastya was still sitting with her legs spread. He slowly approached her and, a meter away from her, knelt down and lowered his hands to his sides. Nastya was writing something on her phone at that moment and seemed not to notice him; she bit the corner of her lower lip and smiled. Then, without looking at him, she said:

— Pour some champagne and give me the glass.

Dima immediately stood up, poured some into the glass, and handed it to her. She continued to type something on her phone, again as if not noticing him. Dima knelt down in front of her and continued to wait with the glass extended in his hand. Finally, Nastya finished the message and lowered the phone. She took the glass and sipped.

— Well, I'm ready," she said. Dima moved back to his previous spot and prepared. Nastya took the smartphone in her hand and pointed it at him.

— I'm waiting," she said, looking at the screen.

Dima was kneeling with an erect cock, his hands lowered.

— Nastya," he began, "please forgive me for offending you. It won't happen again.

Dima fell silent.

— Well, and then what?" Nastya asked loudly. Dima, after a couple of seconds, said:

— I'm a slut.

Nastya, continuing to film with a serious expression on her face, took a sip from the glass and said:

— Kiss my foot," and stretched out her leg. Dima took her foot in his hand and kissed it.

— Now lick it," she turned her foot sole towards him. Dima began licking the sole of her foot with his tongue. After another ten seconds, Nastya said:

— Suck my toe," and Dima took her big toe and started sucking it.

"Who are you?" Nastya asked after a few seconds. Dima knew what she wanted