Because of my exhibitionism, I was humiliated by my father's friend.

My name is Marina, I'm 25 years old, 1.60 tall, 55 kg, white skin, dark brown hair and medium breasts and buttocks. I'm a practitioner of exhibitionism in open places. The story took place about 8 years ago. Anyone who read my last story saw that I was caught walking naked in Maceió on the farm of a friend of my father. The administrator Mr. Evaristo caught me in a moment of distraction. So as not to tell my family, I agreed to be his little whore and give him my little bird in return. I stayed in an isolated house, receiving food only when he came to fuck me. It was the fifth day, sleeping naked in the dark, unable to bathe or have any contact with technology. I was very sorry for my failure, I had no way to get my clothes back and the fear that Mr. Evaristo would not keep his word. I fell asleep thinking about it. It was very early in the morning, the sun was still rising when I heard the door open and it woke me up. I thought it was Mr. Evaristo, but to my shock, there was my father's friend and the owner of the place. Beside him was Evaristus, looking worried and apprehensive. - So it's true, I was fucking my friend's daughter and she's the whore who walked naked with my horse. Please don't tell my parents, they can't know. - Do you know that because of your confusion I'm thinking of sending Evaristo away? - Please, excuse me, I'll change my clothes and leave without showing up here again. You spent hours wandering the streets, passed my hometown and were seen by the priest. - Sorry about that. Someone could have recognized my horse, it would have been a huge loss. I didn't mean to cause any harm. - Getting naked is very strong, so let's see how long it lasts. He grabbed me by the hair, threw my body against the bed, I thought he was going to eat me, but all he did was tie my hands behind my back with some kind of string. Then he started taking me out of the cottage. The sun was shining brightly on my face, making it difficult for me to see the road. My heart leaped when I saw the sun cast shadows in front of us. Yes, my father's friend was leading me well in front of his employees. Some of them I'd seen on the first day. Look, it's not a ghost, it's this bitch I invited here because I'm a friend of her father's. I wanted to put my head down, that situation excited me, just frightened me and left me feeling ashamed and uncomfortable. - Look at them, or I'll call your father right now. I quickly raised my head and began to see faces. Some of them laughed, some of them whispered, some of them looked at me like I was meat, and some of them spoke so loudly that they already thought I was a whore. He pulled me by my hair, led me close to the group, wanted me to look into their eyes. - Shall I tell the priest we caught the ghost? - No, please, please. I held myself back so I wouldn't call the cops and have you arrested for the role you played. The staff laughed a lot at my desperation. - I'm gonna do what your father should have done to not be the whore that he is. He pulled the string out of his pants and started hitting my ass. I couldn't defend myself with my hands tied. The group was crying with laughter. When the old man stopped, he made me lie face down on the floor with my ass facing the group. He was talking about how you should raise your kids so they're not what I was, and he was talking about how you needed your friend to be a man and kick the shit out of your kids. Now everyone here has seen you naked and knows what you've done and likes to do it. My tears mingled with the dirt on my face as I felt my butt burn. My father's friend kept yelling at me. When he finally stopped, I could see more people looking at me, and I had forgotten that some of the men were coming to stay with their families there. The faces of the women with their children cut me. The reproach and shame were enormous. My father's friend told me to stay there and not go out. I was done for those days of poor sleep and the beating I'd just taken that kept me in that inglorious position in front of everyone. Some went about their business and others came to see me. The sun was burning through my hair when my dad's friend showed up with my stuff. He sent me away. You can't shower or eat anything, so I just put on my clothes and got a ride to the airport. At the airport, I washed my face and waited for my flight the next day. I didn't sleep because I wasn't sure if my secret would be kept. Does my father know I'm getting kicked out of the house? I prayed that my shame would have remained only in my memory and that of the employees of the place.