Almost Caught, Part 2
I spent several hours of Thursday morning, lifting weights and working out in the basement. At one point I heard Roni come home and the three women talking. Roni didn't usually interrupt my workouts, so I felt safe down here. But I knew I couldn't stay here forever.
I stayed down until early-afternoon and then came up for some lunch. Roni had made a sandwich for me, so I ate it quickly, drinking water with it, as I sat at the kitchen table. I could hear the women talking in the living room and it sounded like they were preparing the dinner.
There were pots and pans on the stove, filled with cooking food and the oven was on, presumably cooking the turkey. The house was filled with all sorts of delicious smells.
"Honey," Roni called from the dining room. "Don't eat too much. We're going to eat at 3:00 or so, so you better shower and change. Ok?"
"Ok," I yelled back and dashed up the stairs. My semi-private sanctuary was the master bathroom. It had a nice, large shower that I enjoyed, and a large garden tub for Roni. Ever since we got it, she'd lounge in the hot water for such a long time. She said it was one of her favorite ways of de-stressing after work.
I loved to lounge in the large shower... just standing there letting the water pelt my skin and cascade over me, melting away my worries and letting them slip down the drain. I always felt relaxed and calmed after my showers.
I slipped off my t-shirt and sweat pants and turned on the shower, adjusting the temperature. I stepped in and stood under the hot water, feeling it wash over my body. I had turned on the massaging showerhead that rhythmically pounded the drops against me. It felt very relaxing and refreshing.
My mind reflected back to the morning and I couldn't help but get excited. I felt my erection throbbing again and slid my hand up and down it's length slowly. My own mother-in-law had forced me to cum. She'd actually trapped me and gave me a handjob to make me cum for her and her friend. I was dumbfounded! And I was extremely excited by it. While it was wrong... I couldn't believe how erotic it was.
Roni had been dominating me ever since we started dating. She was an aggressive lover and would treat me like her sex toy. I found that I was a natural submissive and I thinks that's what made us click so well. She'd told me that she and her step-mom had been very close since her dad married, but I had no idea it delved this deep. I think her step-mom had taught her how to be dominating.
Thinking about how my mother-in-law operated this morning, I began fantasizing that Emmanuelle did the same with Roni, dominating guys in front of her, teaching her how to do it. I imagined Emmanuelle stroking them while Roni sat watching... learning just how to stroke the right way to keep them on the edge. Making them do exactly what Emmanuelle wanted.
All these thoughts were swirling in my head as my hand slowly stroked my shaft. I was so damn horny again and didn't know what I was going to do. I couldn't have an erection all weekend long.
*****
I thought back to the first time Roni had dominated me completely. It wasn't long after we were dating and one of the first times we actually had sexual contact. She'd been frustrated and angry after work and I'd made the mistake of being late to picking her up for our Friday night date.
I'd never seen her so angry as she opened the door of her apartment for me. She had a fire in her eyes, but she didn't say a thing. I walked into the room and she gently closed the door. I felt trapped with a timebomb.
She looked incredible, wearing a low-cut, red dress that seemed to show off her sexuality. Long, thigh-high, black boots covered her legs and I could see the top of her stockings peeking out of the top. I could only imagine what she wore underneath... if anything at all. Even though she was angry at me, I was instantly turned on.
"You know, you could have had the courtesy of at least showing up on time," she said, obviously seething.
"I'm sorry... I got stuck helping Tom..."
"Tom? Seriously? Again? You let fucking Tom keep you from coming over on time again?"
I didn't answer, knowing that whatever I said would only inflame her anger more.
"Didn't you hear me complain last time? And now again?" She suddenly grabbed the back of my neck and pushed me over the dining room table. I was stunned by her strength and resolve and didn't even think to fight back.
"If I can't pound some sense into that head of yours then I'll pound it into your God-damned ass!" She smacked my ass, hard, and I groaned from the pain. It was intense. I hadn't been spanked since I was a little kid.
"No," I mumbled, hanging onto the top of the table, struggling a little against her hold.
"Yes!" she yelled as her hand came swinging down repeatedly. "You deserve this for not listening to me and making me a priority! Do you understand me?"
I groaned as every strike hurt.
"What do you think this is? You think you can just use me? Stand up!" She grabbed me by the nape of the neck and stood me up. Her hands grabbed the front of my pants and began forcefully unfastening them. I just stood there in surprise, unable to move. In seconds my pants were down around my knees and she was dragging me over to the couch where she sat down and pulled me over her lap. My ass was right in front of her.
"Is this how your treat your girlfriends? Huh? Disrespecting them? What is your fucking problem? Well from now on, what I say goes if you want to keep dating me." Her hand was raining blows onto my bare ass, making it red and hot. I felt every single swat and I felt... different... as it continued. Her hand still hurt, but for some reason I was... turned on.
"Are you finally getting this into your fucking head?" I groaned, unable to talk. "Is that a yes? Is that a yes ma'am?"
Her hand continued to torture my ass with swat after swat. "Yes ma'am!" I yelled, praying for it to stop.
"Finally, we're getting somewhere. I want you to remember this the next time I ask you to do something."
"Ok, ok, I get it," I yelled, just wanting this to stop. I felt so humiliated.
"What?" she asked, finally stopping.
"I get it. I get it," I groaned.
"You will never disrespect me again. Do you understand me?"
"Yes ma'am," I whispered, my breath coming in pants.
Her hand rested on my ass, slowly stroking it. "What? Is that a bulge on my leg, are you fucking kidding me right now? Are you getting excited over this?"
"No," I said, trying to hide the fact that I truly was... that I was perversely aroused by being spanked and dominated.
"I'm telling you I feel a bulge. Yes I do. Stand up!" She grabbed me and lifted me up, helping me stand in front of her. My erection was huge and very proudly standing straight out. "I knew it!" she said, grabbing my cock in her hand. "What is this?"
I was so embarrassed, but could hide the fact that I was so extremely turned on.
"Well, my crotch was against your thighs," I weakly explained. "Of course it's going to get hard."
Her hand stroked up and down my length. "I think the spanking excited you, you pervert. You know what I think?"
I looked down at her, her anger had subsided, replaced by... a hunger... a desire. "What?"
