<p><a href="https://www.patreon.com/beccabellamy/posts?filters%5Btag%5D=punishing%20panty%20thief">Click here</a> to read the previous parts of the story.</p><p><img data-media-id="68395259" src="/31/02/3102563e4639f840c5fabc279401de07e886e55dd9f590589428183860ae44b4.jpg"></p><p>“Oh shit,” Logan said as he jumped out of his chair and scrambled to pull his pants up as Margaret burst into his room.</p><p>“Don’t bother,” she said. “You should really lock your door if you don’t want your roommate walking in on you jerking off.”</p><p>“I did!” he said.</p><p>Margaret smiled as she held up a bobby pin. “Oh yeah. I guess you did. You should really invest in a lock that’s a little harder to pick if you don’t want your roommate walking in on you jerking off.”</p><p>Logan pulled up his pants and buttoned them as he glowered at the beautiful girl that had just burst into his room and interrupted a thoroughly pleasurable masturbation session.</p><p>“So, whatcha watching?” she asked while casually approaching his computer.</p><p>Logan moved to close the browser and Margaret leapt into action, grabbing his wrist and preventing him from hiding the PornHub video he’d pulled up.</p><p>Margaret sat in his chair, hit play, and sat back as a beautiful woman bounced on a big cock while a panty-clad guy waited on his knees by the bed and watched.</p><p>The woman in the video looked over at her pantied husband, smiled, and said, “Do you see why you’re in panties and his cock is buried inside me?”</p><p>The husband nodded and Margaret pressed pause and turned to Logan with a big smile on her face.</p><p>“This is the least surprising thing ever,” she said. “I mean, I would have guessed you were either into watching guys in panties get fucked or you were into watching guys in panties watch their wives get fucked.”</p><p>What she didn’t know and what Logan wasn’t going to admit was that he quite enjoyed videos with guys in panties getting fucked by women wielding strapons of imposing sizes.</p><p>“Why do you still have your pants on?” Margaret asked. “What the fuck, Logan? Do you not realize that you still have a punishment to receive? Did you think I was just going to let you steal my panties and get away with it? Really?”</p><p>Logan knew that Margaret had genuine leverage. He didn’t have to do what she said, but she could make his life difficult by simply going online and telling the truth about what he’d one. She might have been able to get the police involved if she was feeling particularly vindictive. Given that, he decided it best to go along with her demands, especially since he’d actually kind of enjoyed the panty shopping trip, as humiliating as it was.</p><p>“Sorry,” Logan said as he unbuttoned his pants and pushed them down, revealing that he’d been masturbating in one of the pairs of panties they’d bought together.</p><p>“Be honest with me, Logan. Are you a virgin?” Margaret asked.</p><p>“No,” he answered.</p><p>“How long has it been since a girl made the mistake of letting you fuck her?” Margaret asked while seemingly holding back a laugh.</p><p>“A little more than a year,” he replied.</p><p>Her attempt to hold back the laugh failed and Logan felt the intended sense of humiliation. It was a little embarrassing, especially since he’d gone on several dates in the past year. He just hadn’t managed to get a second date with any of the girls.</p><p>“Well, you’re getting another crack at it tonight,” Margaret said. “You have a date, which means you need to get your ass in the shower.”</p><p>“A date? With who?” Logan asked.</p><p>Margaret closed the browser, stood up, and said, “Does it matter, Logan? Are you really in a position to be picky?”</p><p>“How is this a punishment?” he asked.</p><p>Margaret unleashed a wicked smile and said, “You’ll find out. Now get your ass in the shower. You need to be presentable for your date.”</p><p><br></p><p>“Sorry,” the remarkably beautiful brunette said as she gracefully slid into the booth across from him. Her messy hair and her slightly smeared lipstick were at odds with her otherwise put together presentation, from an expensive looking dress that fit perfectly to her recently-manicured fingernails.</p><p>“I’m not usually late,” she said before pulling a makeup mirror out of her purse and hurriedly fixing her hair. “I’m not usually a mess, either. I’m so sorry.”</p><p>“No problem,” Logan said as he wondered what kind of game Margaret was playing. The girl sitting across from him was far too beautiful for Logan to realistically have landed a date with and he couldn’t help but wonder why she’d agreed to it.</p><p>After hastily fixing her hair and lipstick the beautiful brunette extended her hand and said, “I’m Larissa.”</p><p>“Logan,” he said as they shook.</p><p>“It’s lovely to meet you, Logan,” Larissa added before picking up the drink menu. Logan watched her eyes dance over the options and smiled when she looked up. “Are you thirsty, Logan?”</p><p>“Sure,” he said.</p><p>“Good,” Larissa said as she raised a hand to beckon their waitress.</p><p>“Are you two ready to order drinks?” the harried-looking redhead asked as she grabbed a pen and pad from her back pocket.</p><p>“Absolutely,” Larissa said. “I’ll have a whiskey sour and Logan here will have a strawberry daiquiri.”</p><p>The waitress gave Logan a quick look and flashed a smile, though he couldn’t tell if it was because Larissa had ordered for him or because she’d ordered him a drink more suited to a tropical vacation than a Saturday night date at a nice restaurant.</p><p>“So, how do you know Margaret?” Logan asked.</p><p>“We were sorority sisters,” she said with a smile. “We had some truly wild times in college…though I guess we’ve had some wild times since college, too.”</p><p>Logan leaned in and said, “Really?”</p><p>“Oh yeah. Margaret can get crazy when she’s in the mood to cut loose. It doesn’t happen as often as it used to, but she’s a wild one. I guess I am too,” Larissa explained with a smile.</p><p>Logan couldn’t help but wonder if Margaret had been kidding about the punishment thing. Maybe she’d actually set him up on a date with a girl that was interested in having a bit of wild fun. He found it hard to believe that Larissa would want to fuck him – she was beautiful enough to have her pick of men – but anything was possible.</p><p>“I have a whiskey sour,” the waitress said as she placed Larissa’s drink in front of her. “And a strawberry daiquiri for the gentleman. Do you need more time to look at the menu or are you ready to order?”</p><p>“We need a little more time,” Larissa said, once again speaking for Logan.</p><p>“I’ll be back in a little bit, then,” the waitress said with a smile before heading to another table.</p><p>Logan pulled the little umbrella from his drink and dropped it on the table. He lifted the glass with the intention of proposing a toast before Larissa lifted her hand and said, “Actually, your drink isn’t quite complete.”</p><p>“What do you mean?” he asked.</p><p>Larissa smiled and said, “You’re actually my second date of the night. The first one was something of a quickie. We met for a drink and then made our way to his car for a little bit of…well, fun, if you know what I mean. He’s not much of a conversationalist, but he’s a man with very particular skills and he’s always happy to take my call when I’m in the mood to take advantage of his talents.”</p><p>“Oh,” Logan said.</p><p>“Usually I throw away used condoms,” Larissa said as she reached into her purse, “But I made an exception for Margaret.”</p><p>She pulled a tied-off used condom from her purse and held it up for Logan to see. “For Margaret?” he asked.</p><p>Larissa deftly untied the condom and smiled as she upended it into Logan’s drink. “She told me that you needed to be punished for being a very naughty boy. This is the first part of your punishment. Drink up.”</p><p>Logan looked at the surprisingly large puddle of cum that rested on the top of his drink. “I can’t do that.”</p><p>“Sure you can,” Larissa said. “And you will or Margaret will make sure that you receive a real punishment for being a pervert.”</p><p>They were roommates, but Logan didn’t know Margaret well enough to judge whether she’d try and make his life a living hell if he didn’t do what she wanted.</p><p>“You should really stir the cum into your drink,” Larissa said. “I speak from experience when I say that it doesn’t taste all that good. At least you can hide the taste a little with the daiquiri.”</p><p>Logan grasped the straw and reluctantly stirred the drink.</p><p>“Go ahead. Drink up,” she said.</p><p>Logan leaned forward, took the straw between his lips, and sucked up some of the cum-flavored daiquiri. He coughed as the flavor of the cum hit his tongue. The load was so big it overwhelmed the strawberry cocktail. Instead it tasted like a salty, fruity nightmare.</p><p>“Swallow, Logan. Swallow it all,” Larissa said. “Swallow it all or I’ll tell Margaret that you weren’t a good boy. You don’t want that, do you?”</p><p>Logan shook his head and swallowed. The saltiness burned as it slipped down his throat. The smile on Larissa’s face made it all so much more humiliating.</p><p>“Have you ever swallowed cum before, Logan?” she asked.</p><p>“No,” he said.</p><p>“Well how about that? It looks like today is a big day for you,” Larissa said as she leaned back. “Take another sip. Go ahead. Suck up more of that cummy daiquiri.”</p><p>Logan leaned forward, took the straw in his mouth, and sucked up a healthy amount of liquid. He leaned back to swallow and nearly coughed it up when Larissa’s foot pressed between his legs and began to massage his cock.</p><p>“Good behavior gets rewarded, Logan,” she said. “Swallow his cum. Do it. Swallow his cum like a good panty boy should.”</p><p>Logan swallowed and did his best not to moan audibly as Larissa worked his cock with surprising skill. He wondered just how much of a wild girl she was, and if Margaret had a similar wild streak.</p><p>“Can I ask you something?” Larissa asked as Logan reached a fully erect state.</p><p>He nodded.</p><p>“Did you think there was a chance you were getting laid tonight?”</p><p>“Maybe,” he said. “At least until you sat down.”</p><p>“You know that’s not happening, right? Even if I was thinking of offering you a pity fuck, I’m certainly not doing it now. I can feel your cock, Logan. We both know it’s probably the kind of cock that actually belongs in panties, so I guess I can understand your naughty little obsession with stealing Margaret’s underwear,” Larissa said.</p><p>Logan picked up the daiquiri and took a long sip as Larissa continued to work his cock with her foot. The drink was still disgusting, but now he was turned on and it seemed that she was more than happy to reward him for his kinky behavior.</p><p>“You know, it got awfully sweaty in the car,” Larissa said with a smile. “I’m still a little sweaty in certain places, in fact.”</p><p>“Oh yeah?” Logan asked. He wasn’t sure where Larissa was going, but he wasn’t afraid to try and follow.</p><p>“I don’t like being sweaty, Logan. I don’t like it at all. I think I’d like you to help me with that,” she said.</p><p>Logan was quite certain that Larissa was referring to her nether region. He was less certain which part of it she was talking about.</p><p>She pulled her foot from between his legs, sat up, and said, “I’m going to go to the bathroom. Finish your drink while your cute little erection goes away and then join me. Can you do that? Will you swallow the rest of his cum like a good panty boy?”</p><p>Logan nodded and took another sip of the cum-flavored daiquiri as Larissa slid out of the booth, blew him a kiss, and headed towards the bathroom.</p><p>The cum had settled into the bottom of the drink, making the last few sips particularly terrible. He finished it, though. He wasn’t taking any risks. Margaret was clearly more of a wild card than he thought and Logan didn’t want to elicit a more wrathful response than was necessary.</p><p>With his erection deflated, Logan slipped out of the booth and followed Larissa’s path to the bathrooms. He gently knocked on the ladies’ room door and heard her say, “Come in, panty boy.”</p><p>Logan stepped inside and saw Larissa standing against the counter with her dress pulled up around her waist. Her panties were nowhere to be found and her pussy looked so good that his erection returned almost immediately.</p><p>“Lock the door,” she said.</p><p>Logan flipped the lock and approached when Larissa beckoned with a simple, seductive wave of her hand.</p><p>“Strip to your panties,” she said.</p><p>Logan glanced at her pussy and stripped. All he could think about was that Larissa was by far the most beautiful girl he’d ever seen partially naked. The chance to go down on her was too good to pass up, especially since his daiquiri-fueled brain was telling him that if he got her turned on enough there was a chance she’d let him fuck her.</p><p>“Those are adorable,” Larissa said as she stared at his panty-clad cock and reached between her legs to slip a finger into her pussy. “Now get on your knees in front of me.”</p><p>Logan dropped to his knees in front of the beautiful girl and stared at her pussy as she masturbated.</p><p>“Are you hungry, panty boy?” she asked.</p><p>Logan looked up at her and nodded.</p><p>Larissa smiled and pulled her fingers from her pussy. He opened his mouth in anticipation of sucking them clean, but she had other plans. Instead of feeding Logan her fingers or her pussy, Larissa turned around, bent over, and reached back to spread her ass cheeks.</p><p>“Clean my ass, panty boy,” she said in a commanding tone. “Clean my sweaty ass and don’t you go anywhere near my pussy.”</p><p>Logan stared at her asshole and felt a sense of disappointment move through him. He wanted to eat her pussy. He wanted to make her cum. He wanted to taste the juices dripping out of her. He wasn’t so keen on licking her sweaty ass.</p><p>“You didn’t think I was going to let you eat my pussy, did you?” Larissa asked. “Aww, that’s so cute. I just got fucked by someone with a real cock. I came hard on that cock. Why would I need you to eat my pussy after that? What I need is an eager tongue to clean my sweaty ass. I need you to do it right now or Margaret will deliver an entirely different and far less pleasant kind of punishment when you get home.”</p><p>Logan leaned closer and breathed in the mildly unpleasant scent emanating from her ass. It seemed like she hadn’t been kidding. She’d worked up quite sweat getting fucked in her car and it didn’t smell great.</p><p>“Do it, panty boy. Eat my ass. Clean it,” Larissa said.</p><p>Logan glanced down at his panties and saw his hard cock. He was excited even if he didn’t find the idea of eating ass particularly arousing.</p><p>He looked up, took a moment to study Larissa’s asshole, and then went for it. He reached up to hold her ass cheeks open, leaned in, and put his tongue to work.</p><p>“That’s a good panty boy,” she said.</p><p>The taste was unpleasant, but not overwhelmingly so. It was more that he’d never really had any desire to eat ass. He was doing something that seemed gross, and yet Larissa seemed to take a certain amount of delight in his willingness to do it.</p><p>“Clean it,” she said. “Clean all of it. Not just my asshole. Lick up all that sweat between my cheeks.”</p><p>Logan cleaned as instructed. He licked the space between her ass cheeks, going from top to bottom and offering the beautiful girl the pleasure she craved. He licked, she moaned and his cock throbbed as he got more into it.</p><p>Caught up in a kind of lust he didn’t really recognize, Logan pressed his face deep between Larissa’s ass cheeks, released them, and worked his tongue over her asshole vigorously. He got into the ass eating in an entirely unexpected way, eliciting what sounded like joyful moans and the occasional bit of delighted laughter from the beautiful girl that had ordered Logan to his knees.</p><p>“That’s enough,” Larissa said, pushing Logan’s head away right as his desire reached a fever pitch.</p><p>She let her dress fall, covering her beautiful ass and spinning around. “Thank you for the lovely date, panty boy,” she said. “Make sure you pay the bill and leave a nice tip before you go home. I’ll be sure to let Margaret know you did as you were supposed to.”</p><p>Larissa blew him a kiss and strode out of the bathroom as Logan watched her go while wishing she would stay and let him continue licking her ass.</p><p>When the door opened again a few moments later, Logan was certain that Larissa had come back. He was certain she’d gotten so aroused that she had to have him finish her.</p><p>Instead, it was a woman he’d never seen before. For a moment she stared at him blankly, like she couldn’t quite process the notion that she was looking at a panty-clad man waiting on his knees in the women’s bathroom. Then, she smiled and said, “Cute panties,” before turning around.</p><p>It was her laughter in the hallway that spurred Logan to leap to his feet and get dressed. He didn’t want to get arrested for being a pervert. That’s exactly the kind of punishment he was trying to avoid.</p><p>Once dressed Logan rushed out of the bathroom and nearly ran into the woman that had walked in on him.</p><p>“All done?” she asked.</p><p>“Yes, sorry,” he said before rushing past her.</p><p>She laughed again and Logan burned with what felt like the appropriate amount of shame before dropping $40 on the table, thanking the waitress, and heading home with an erection still throbbing in the tight panties Margaret had dressed him in for what turned out to be a fairly humiliating evening.</p>