I'm not getting dressed, I don't want to come down and eat dinner with you," I say bluntly. Brea's eyes turn even angrier, and I can tell he wants to hit me.
"I don't care what you want, your not going to get it, get used to it," he says, grabbing the towel and drying me off quickly. I protest and yell at him to stop, but he doesn't. He continues to dry off my skin, then he grabs some clothes out of the dresser and dresses me against my will. I sit down on the bed and tell him once more I'm not going to eat dinner with him.
"I already ate, but you need to. Get downstairs or I'll take you across my knee," I can't tell if he's serious or joking. I test the threat, I've been spanked before, it doesn't turn me on, but it doesn't bother me a whole lot either as long as its fairly gentle.
"That's it," he growls, grabbing me. I struggle to get loose, and he hoists me over his shoulder and smacks me once, carrying me downstairs.
"Brea, put me down, I can walk down the stairs myself," I say through gritted teeth. He swats my ass once more and continues carrying me.
"No, you want to act like a child I'm going to treat you like one. I'll show you how to behave," he says. He carries me down to the kitchen, and opens a door that I thought was a closet, but reveals stairs instead. A basement.
"What, what are doing?" I ask. I've never even been down in the basement.
"I'm punishing you, you will not act the way you are without being punished," he says with complete simplicity. "I said that I would take you across my knee, and I will, along with other things. You can yell at me all you want, you can tell me you hate me, but you must obey me, this is my house, you are a guest here, and I guarantee it is better than what your dealing with back at the facility. I don't think you want to go back, you have a choice, you can go back, or you can take the punishment. Now what is your choice?"
I don't say anything at first, I was taking a minute to decide, and he smacks my bottom, "your decision baby?"
"Don't call me baby," I growl. "I'll take your punishment."
"I'll take your punishment, sir" he corrects. He has never asked me to call him sir before.
"I'll take your punishment...sir," I say defeated. Regardless of how badly he hurts me, it will be better than going back to my cell.
He carries me the rest of the way down the steps and I see what I'm in for. A bed, along with a wall lined with different things, a cabinet that probably contains torture devices. I'm suddenly afraid. I thought I was just being spanked.
"I'm going to spank you, and then fuck you, but you are not to come, understand?"
"Yes," I say. I'm doubtful that I will come anyway. I hate when men are rough with me.
"Yes what?" he asks.
"Yes sir," I guess.
"Okay, well then I'm going to set you down, your going to lean over the side of the bed and stretch your arms out, palms on the bed. He sets me down and I do as I'm told, resting my breasts and face on the silk comforter.
"Turn your head in the other direction, so you can't see what I grab," he commands and I do as I'm told. He rummages around and grabs a few things from what I can guess, and lays them on the bed on the side that my head is turned away from. He stands behind me and grasps my hips, leaning down and spreading his now bare chest across my back.
"Spread your legs," he whispers and yanks lightly on my hair before getting off my back and standing again. My breathing becomes erratic, I am afraid of what he will do to me, is he like all the others? Is he as bad as the first rough customer I had?
He grabs something from the bed and slips it over my eyes, it's a blindfold. He takes another soft tie and pulls my arms behind my back and binds me by my hands and elbows. He tells me to stay and then goes and grabs a stool and lifts me onto it, it's long enough to be a bench, but too low. He places my feet on either side of the bench and secures them with shackles. I am unable to move. He pushes my face back onto the bed, stretching my back and shoulders, and making my ass feel like it's even more positioned into the air. There is a long pause in which it is dead silent and I'm certain he is looking at me.
Without warning something hard hits my bottom. I yelp, and he hits me again. "You have been bad, this is the punishment for that baby," he says.
I muster all of my strength, "Do not call me baby," I say and he smacks me again, harder yet.
"You won't give me your name, I have to call you something baby," he says, and hits me once more. I yell again and he puts his paddle down and leaves the area for a minute, getting a few more things before he returns to me once more.
"You want to be a bad girl, your going to get treated like one," he says, I hear liquid squirting out of somewhere, and then I feel his hand on my lower lips, spreading oil all over my groin and ass. "You want to act like this, I will show you how you will be treated." He spreads the oil more and then places something at my entrance and pushes it in harshly. It's big and vibrating, with ridges and an odd shape. It stretches my walls and pulses inside me.
"I'm not done," Brea says and grabs something else, and spreads the oil around my ass once more before shoving something inside. It is small, and he fiddles with the other end until liquid comes out of it, lubricating me inside. He pumps the thing into me, then pulls it out and places something else to my entrance and pushes in.
It's horrible. The pain is awful and I yelp, Brea smacks my ass and tells me to be quiet, or he will get something bigger. I scrunch my face as he pushes it slowly into me. It feels like a bunch of balls joined together, not like anal beads, they are all connected, each one that he pushes in is bigger than the last. He turns on something that makes it vibrate to a different beat than the one in my pussy. He keeps pushing one in at a time.
"We are at the third one, count from here how many there are," he says and pushes one more into me.
"Four," I say, it is big, I'm worried what the last number is and when this will stop. He smacks me and puts in another one. "Five," I yelp, and he smacks me.
"Quiet or I will fill your ass and your pussy until I can't," he tells me, tears stream down my face. I'm not used to this much filling me.
He massages my ass cheek, and then pushes another in, "six," I yell, the only way I can express pain now is to yell the number. He pauses, then moves them slowly out, one at a time, I sigh with relief.
He gets to the last one, but doesn't pull it out, instead Brea stops and leans over to whisper in my ear, "count again."
I sob. He pushes the second one in, "Two, the third, "Three," it's much easier for me to take now, but it hurts too. "Four," I say as he pushes another in. He smacks my ass and shoves another, "Five," I yell. and then I must have angered him because he pulls the toy out and throws it on the floor, walking away.
"Wait!" i cry. "Please, please don't get anything bigger I can't take it."
"Yes you can," he says and continues walking. "This is what you get. If you anger me, I will punish you, and I will claim your ass in any way I want."
"Please, don't," I sob. He is silent, and then sighs.
"Okay, I will not give you anything bigger, but you will do something else for me," he says.
"Yes, anything," I sob.
"You're going to let me fuck your mouth, then your pussy, then your mouth again. I'm going to cum on your face, and then you will eat dinner with me without complaint."
"Yes, sir," I whisper, still sobbing. I can take it, I can take it as long as he does not shove anything bigger inside of me. I hear Brea walk away and I panic. "What are you doing?"
"I'm getting another toy," he says, "it will not be as big, but it will be uncomfortable, it will not be pleasant, and you will have it in you for the rest of the night until tomorrow morning."
"That wasn't part of the deal!" I yell.
"Do you want this or something bigger?" he asks.
"This," I say without hesitation. I don't want to take any chances with anything bigger. He grabs something from his cabinet, and returns to my behind, massaging me and then shoving the toy very deep inside. Its a normal sized toy, not big but really not small. It has a hook on the end that he stretches down and hooks into my vaginal opening. It tugs gently at my opening, but doesn't hurt too bad.
"Is that better baby?" he asks and I nod graciously.
"Yes, thank you," I tell him.
"Now, your going to wear this the rest of the night as punishment, and I'm going to fuck your mouth first, but not before I mess with that beautiful pussy a little more."
"Okay," I say, thankful his stretching me is over. He takes the toy out of my pussy, and pushes it back in, in and out, in and out, I will be sore tomorrow. He goes faster and faster and I actually find myself getting wet. He notices and goes harder as well.
"You're loving this baby, don't deny it, I am punishing you, and your enjoying it. Maybe you do like it rough after all," he says and continues. He licks my clit and I shudder. He stops. "Oh no, you're not allowed to come," he says and turns his attention away from my pussy and onto my mouth. He presents his anatomy in front of my face and rips off my blindfold. I open my mouth and he stuffs himself as far in as he would go, pulsing inside of me. "Suck," he commands, and I do as I'm told, he moves in and out, but doesn't choke me like others would. He is very gentle in this way. He shakes and I know he's close, I get ready but he never comes. Instead he pulls out and walks to the other end and slams into my pussy, with the toy still inside.
"Aagh," I yell and he moves fast and hard into me, pumping into me for several minutes. He goes hard and fast, it's the most full I have ever felt. It feels a combination of good and bad at the same time, and my brain doesn't do well with comprehending whether to feel horny or afraid.
Finally he slams into me one last time, spilling his load into me. I gasp in relief as he unbinds me hands and elbows, and the shackles at my ankles. He pulls himself, along with the toy out, but leaves the other one in my ass as promised. I collapse from exhaustion on the bed and Brea stands beside me at the edge of the bed.
"Get up," he commands, and I sit up as I'm told. "I'm still going to claim your mouth one more time." I go to the edge of the bed and he climbs on, laying on his back, his erection calmed, he looks at me expectantly. "I need you to use your mouth, clean me off please, and then we will go and eat dinner."
I do as I'm told, lowering my mouth to him I lick off the excess cum that is not lost in me. It is a salty sweet taste, not as foul as some that I have been forced to swallow. I can taste myself on him as well as I lick him up. I suck and slurp and lick until he is all clean. He does not grow hard again, and when he thinks the job is done he instructs me to get up and he dresses me in a red silk dress that is located down here, and then allows me to go up the stairs and eat.
"Was that so bad what I did to you?" he asks as we're eating dinner. He has cooked steak fillets and baked potatoes with sour cream and butter and salt and pepper. He has also cooked home made rolls and green beans, and a chocolate dessert that I cannot wait to try.
I look up at him with now dry tears. "Yes, it was awful," I tell him taking a bite of the steak that seems to melt in my mouth.
"What about it was that bad?" he asks. "All of it, or just a certain part. Think before you say all of it, remember, I know when you are liking things and how much you are liking them.
I pause. I didn't mind some of it. But there was one part I absolutely hated. "I hated that thing that you put up inside me, I hated when you made me count, I hated that even though I was begging you to stop you kept going."
"I understand that, but that was all part of the punishment, it wasn't meant to be enjoyable, especially that part. I should not have gone that far with the anal toy, that was a little far, I thought you had a little more practice with that previously. Regardless, you needed punished, you cannot disrespect me like that and refuse to do as I say in my house without getting punished. I made you this dinner as an apology, not for your punishment, but for failing to make you feel better about being used. I really do feel sorry for you, but there is not a lot I can do. You're going to have to accept that fact.
I nod my head and act like I agree, but I don't. He can read me and he knows I don't agree, I can see it in his eyes, but he doesn't say anything. Instead he finishes his dinner and cleans up. I help him to wash dishes, and then he goes to get a shower. I go up to my room to bed. I'm exhausted from his punishment earlier, and I don't want it to happen again.
I can't let it happen again.