Thanks to everyone who read the first part of my story, The House. Special thanks to everyone who voted or commented. It was very much appreciated. Please enjoy the fantasy.
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I woke up slowly. I hate mornings anyway, but I'm usually jolted awake by my alarm clock. That thought actually woke me up faster than usual. One glance around me brought all the memories from the day before flooding back – Don showing up before I could leave, the impromptu tour of the house, waking up naked and tied to the bed...and I remembered being woken up at least once by Don fucking me after the first time. Each time he would cum inside me.
Not completely aware of what I was doing, I sat up and looked around the empty basement. 'Wait,' I thought, 'I'm alone? Okay, that could be good. At least I'm not waking up to Don on top of me. I'm also not tied to the bed any more. That's excellent.' I didn't think about trying to get up the stairs, I was still naked, and was in no hurry to run into Don again, or at least that's what I kept telling myself. I just wanted to get his sperm out of me.
I ran to the bathroom and didn't even bother with the toilet. I turned on the shower and grabbed the shower head. It's one of those hand held ones with the different settings. I turned it to the narrowest spray I could and pointed it at my pussy. I moaned as the spray hit my clit and the rest my pussy. It renewed the wonderful sensation of Don pounding into me, but I had to get his sperm out of me.
Before I could even hope to have washed even half of his sperm, the door to the shower swung open and what felt like an iron band clamped on my wrist. Startled into dropping the showerhead, I caught a blast of water in the face that blinded me.
I was pulled out of the bathroom. I could feel the difference in temperature immediately as I crossed the threshold. I was trying to blink water out of my eyes when the grip on my wrist changed. I stumbled into a padded something that caught me at near the top of my thighs. That didn't seem to matter to Don, because he pulled me forward until I was stretched across the top of it.
Before I could begin to pull back, something was wrapped around my wrist. It was snug, but not tight. And then I learned that single-mindedness in a situation like this is a bad thing. While I was trying to tug my wrist free, Don quickly got my other wrist secured.
I didn't even think to kick when he grabbed my ankles and secured them too.
Don came around so I could see him, and he looked more than a little angry. "What were you doing, Brianne?"
I craned my neck to glare at him. "Taking a shower. You know, washing? Getting rid of unwanted cells? That sort of thing."
He bent down very close to me. "Which unwanted cells were you trying to get rid of? Some hair perhaps?"
I snorted. "No. I was trying to wash you out of me. I told you, I don't want to get pregnant."
Don suddenly grinned at me. "That's what I thought, you naughty girl. Now it's time for your punishment."
'Punishment?' I thought. 'What could be a bigger punishment than being forced to get pregnant?'
I yelped, loudly, when his hand came down on my bare, wet ass-cheek. The second blow was just as much of a surprise, and it stung! I tried to remember all the things that 'MasterDon' had said interested him, but the spanking I was receiving wasn't conducive to recalling vaguely remembered details.
At last, at long, painful, last I felt his hand caressing my ass. I imagined I could feel the ridges in his fingertips, but that couldn't have been. But it was better than the hard spanking that I had just received. I slumped over the bench and waited for him to release me. Instead, I felt his fingers probing my pussy.
"Well, you're still wet, in any case." My head came up at that, and I moaned as he slid smoothly into me. His rhythm was gentle as he began fucking me. "You will not wash your master's sperm out of your pussy." Hard thrust. The gentle rhythm was back. "You will not wash your master's sperm out of your pussy." Another hard thrust. It was almost worst than the spanking had been. His hard thighs would smack into my newly tenderized ass sending a vague pain radiating from it at the same time his hard thick cock would fill me with so much pleasure.
It didn't take much of that before I was moaning and trying to grind my clit into the bench beneath me. Still he kept repeating his mantra. "You will not," hard thrust, "wash your master's sperm," hard thrust, "out of your pussy." Hard thrust.
I tried, I really did. I tried not to enjoy what he was doing to me, but it was too much. I screamed as I came hard. And he kept pounding into me, each word punctuated now by a hard thrust inside me. "You. Will. Not. Wash. Your. Master's. Sperm. Out. Of. Your. Pussy! You. Will. Not. Wash. Your. Master's. Sperm. Out. Of. Your. Pussy!"
I felt him slam into me one more time, pressing hard, holding himself tight against me. Can you feel a man cum inside you? I was so sensitive at that time I thought I could. I screamed again as I came for the second time that morning.
After a minute, Don laid his cheek against my back. "Don't think this is the end of your punishment. It's just the beginning."
A few minutes later, he stood up and stepped away from me. I felt more than a little wet as he caressed my ass and walked away.
He was back in just a moment, carrying a TV tray and a covered serving tray. I raised my head as much as I could and watched him set up a little TV tray and put the covered tray on it. He left again only to return a moment later with a chair. I thought. "Oh, good. He's got to untie me so I can at least sit up a little to eat."
Instead, he took the cover off the tray and the food looked so delicious. A nice looking scrambled egg, thin slices of tomato, a slice of toast, and a crispy-looking slice of bacon. In a small dish next to the plate was sliced strawberries. There was also a small glass of orange juice and a steaming cup of coffee.
"I was going to let you feed yourself, but you are being punished." He used a spoon to scoop up a little of the eggs. "Open wide, little one."
I shook my head. "I can feed myself. Please? I won't try to get away."
He put the spoon down and stood. A swat on my ass made me yell. "I am your Master, and I will feed you. Unless you want to add another spanking onto your current punishment?" I shook my head warily. That earned me another swat. "Answer your Master."
"No. No, I don't want to add another spanking to my punishment. AAAHH!" He swatted me again.
"Master. You will call me 'Master' or 'Master Don' at all times."
Another swat landed before I could gasp out, "Master! No, I don't want to add another spanking to my punishment, Master!"
He stroked my ass soothingly. "Very nicely said, little one. Now it's time for breakfast. I know you're hungry, we didn't eat all evening yesterday." He sat down and picked up the spoon again. I quietly raised my head and accepted the offered food. I ate in silence, and I used the time to think about what was happening to me. Don hadn't hurt me at all, not even while he was spanking me.
It took a while, but I finally ate the last spoonful of the delicious breakfast. He fed me steadily, and helped me drink the orange juice through a straw. The coffee he drank himself.
Master Don stood and stroked my ass again. "What lessons did you learn today?"
I wanted to scream, but I told him what he wanted to hear. "Master, I learned never to wash your cum out of my pussy, and I learned that I must call you 'Master' or 'Master Don' at all times."
"Very good." I had thought I had gotten through the rest of the punishment, but a swat landed on my ass. My only consolation was the fact that it wasn't nearly as hard as the first set. Instead of hurting so much this time, it felt strangely...erotic. I found myself relishing the tingly pain each time, but eager for the spanking to be over. Not that I admitted it to myself then.
