I went to my son first. He had sat up to drink. I licked Dana and cum off of his cock and balls. I was also trying to arouse him. He stayed soft.
'That's enough. Lick my cunt'.
Both of them liked the effect of crude talk on me, and especially liked making me say things like that. It made me blush red every time. The deeds affected me much less than the words describing my deeds. I could lick and suck cum out of a pussy for hours, but saying it like that made me react with embarrassment. Even I thought this strange, but it was who I was.
My son got up and went into his bathroom. A few minutes later, Dana decided she was finished with me. Most of my son's cum had dripped out of her. I realized that this was just another part of my punishment.
'Change the sheets'.
I pulled the sheets off the bed and got a towel. I dabbed and blotted the wet spot that had come through. I started up the blow dryer as I heard the shower start. I knew it would be my ass if there was still a wet spot on the bed. I made a mental note to spot clean the mattress the next day, and satisfied that it was dry, I put on new, clean sheets. I replaced the pillows and drew up the comforter.
Dana and my son came out of the bathroom. I was on my knees, head down. I looked up and Dana looked at the bed and back at me, smiling her cruel smile. I stood and looked at the bed. Fuck. Fuck Fuck. I had changed the sheets, but I missed replacing the pillowcases. The pillowcases were deep blue and the clean sheets red and I knew I was fucked.
Where was my mind? One of Dana's first rules was when you changed out a set of anything, you replaced the entire set. Even when kitchen towels got dirty, everything got switched out. Roosters didn't live with cows and neither belonged in a winter holiday theme. It made sense, and I have to admit it made everything look better. It was the one thing, though, that I slipped up on now and then. Punishment would certainly follow.
Dana pointed at the bathroom and I hurried off to clean up after them. I paid attention to the set this time, setting out a fresh set of towels. I did a quick double check before I backed out, making sure hand towels, bath towels, wash cloths and rugs matched. They were asleep. I quietly fished around for the bottle Dana threw at me.
I recovered it, put it away and dropped the basket of laundry in the laundry room. Exhausted, I crawled back in my cage. Sleep followed almost immediately. I don't think I had enough energy in me left to even dream.
I was awakened early and rudely. Someone was rocking my cage. Hard. I blinked awake and saw Mace staring down at me.
'Coffee'?
I staggered to my feet, stiff and sore. I quickly made a pot, and shuffled to the bathroom. I surveyed my ass in the mirror, and checked my tender nipples up close. There were red stripes on my ass, but all of the marks seemed to be already fading. For all of the pain last night, my nipples now seemed fine. I had to squeeze hard to feel any pain. I decided I was a pretty hardy bitch.
I filled my tub and got in. There was some pain when my ass marks hit the hot water, but it wasn't bad. In fact, it was kind of a pleasurable pain. I stayed in for a long time, soaking and soaping and I came out feeling nearly human. I went into my bedroom and found my bed unmade. Someone, probably Mace, had slept in my bed.
I brushed my hair, did my make up and left the room pretty much as I found it. I'd get to it later. Mace had nearly drained the pot, so I took the rest and put on a fresh pot. Mace pointed at the dog dish.
'I have to feed the animals'.
I nodded. I pulled out a skillet and filled it with bacon. I added some fire and poured the coffee into mugs, starting a new pot. My sister came out and I pushed a mug to her. I glared at her a little. Helping her had started this path to punishment. I put the other 2 mugs on a small tray, added napkins and a plate of biscotti and took the tray to the master bedroom. The couple was just stirring.
I was naked. My sister was wearing my robe. Tish came out in a robe also, Jackie's I guessed from the style. Feeling a little self conscious, I went back to my room and pulled a peignoir out of my closet. I slipped it on and came back out. I put my sister to work and started on waffles. My son, my master came out and put his cup on the counter. He looked at me.
'Show me'.
I turned and swept my gown to one side. He surveyed the marks on me and nodded approvingly. I quickly refilled his cup. He nodded at me, the only thanks I would get or wanted. Just being acknowledged after all of my blunders was a win.
'I'll be in my office'.
My son had added a large room to the back of the house. There was a door at the end of the hall and one to the outside. He had taken the old patio space. To compensate, he built 2 additional patios, one on the side of the house, where he had double doors installed and one coming out from the garage. The one to the side was completely hidden by the house. You could walk out naked, and we often did, and no one could see you. He put a big spa tub at the end, big enough for 10 people.
His office contained a video system that recorded the house and grounds. He could watch any camera in real time or go back to any point in the last 48 hours and review before the disc was overwritten. There was a large desk, a couch, a few chairs and several locked file cabinets. The couch pulled out and Mace slept there sometimes.
Dana came out in a flowered skirt, thigh highs and a gauzy cream blouse. She was wearing heels as usual. She put her cup on the counter. I quickly refilled her cup.
'In the office'.
I spoke without being asked, anticipating the question. She nodded. She went to Mace, giving him a long kiss. His hand went under her skirt to feel her ass. She giggled.
'Probably later. I'm still recovering from last night. I think she would like some action'.
She nodded toward me, kissed Mace again and started for the office. Both of them had smiles on their faces. A few minutes later, I brought 2 plates back to the office. Tish followed with a tray. She set both of them up on the big desk with silverware, juice, napkins and a carafe of coffee. I lifted the covers on the plates, exposing eggs, waffles, bacon, English muffins and fresh fruit. I whispered to Tish and she dashed off.
I passed her in the hall and nodded as I looked at her tray. She put the salt and pepper, butter dish and jelly on the desk, apologized for the oversight and dashed off. My son gestured to Dana and they watched Mace unlock the door to the garage apartment on the monitor. He put the scene on the big monitor and watched the actions of the 2 dark men closely.
Breakfast was a repeat of dinner, with Charles being served at the table and Bruce getting his eggs and dry muffin in the dog dish on the ground. Bruce pushed the bowl away and gulped his juice and coffee. He stood glaring at Mace. The big man wasn't impressed. He threw him a bag.
'Since you're done, you can shower and put these on'.
In the bag were a pair of flip flops, a T shirt and farmer's jeans, the ones with the bib front that went over your shoulders. When Charles was finished, he was handed a bag. Tish came out and quickly cleaned up. Mace sat on a patio chair, waiting for the boys to come down. He reached in her robe as she cleaned up and rubbed her slit with a thick finger.
'I can't wait to try you out'.
The tiny girl blushed and smiled. She was very light skinned, with curly light brown hair down to her shoulders. In his eyes, she was a real beauty. He couldn't wait to get her in his bed. My son was watching 2 screens at once. He watched the boys upstairs get dressed and watched Mace and Tish. He had never seen Mace look at a woman the way he looked at her. He made a mental note to look into this.
