My Master was punishing me for breaking the rules while he had been away on business.
I wished Master would fuck me, but I had been bad and I had to take my punishment. I was hanging in the air, bound to a pulley system in the basement, and completely at his mercy.
He smacked my ass hard.
“You're not suppose to like your punishment Slutty Becky.”
“Yes Master. I’m sorry Sir.”
“Not as sorry as your going to be.”
He walked up to in front of me and grabbed me. Squeezing lightly, he lowered the line a little bit where my mouth was even with his cock but I was still hanging.
“Suck my cock Slut!”
He pushed his cock in my mouth, not even waiting for me to get ready. But after years of practice I didn’t gag. It just slid down my throat. I moved my tongue across the hole in his cock head where pre cum was dripping out. I love my master's cock; it wasn’t too big and his cum didn’t taste salty. It was sweet but not too sweet. I could hear him moaning, loving his cock down my throat.
Within minutes he started cumming down my throat there was a lot of it. I knew he hadn't wasted any of it when he was away on business. I would have gladly given him whatever hole where he wanted his cum, but I wished it had been in my ass though.
But as he was cumming down my throat, my cock was getting harder and hurting from being restrained. Master took his cock out and I sucked the head, trying to get out every last drop of cum. He smacked my cheek for trying to get it in my mouth again.
I put my head down.
He grabbed chin in his hand making me look at him.
“You be a good Slut, Becky, and I'll let you get your tight hole fucked. Do you want that?”
“Yes Sir,” I said, smiling. He looked up at my face and he was smiling too. He turned away from me to look at the girls lined up.
“Slutty Megan, come here now!”
Megan walked up to Master, smiling at me. Master looked at me again and then at Megan, frowning.
“Slut, why are you smiling?”
“Because, Sir, Becky is getting the punishment she deserves.”
“You're lucky I don’t give you a more severe one then she is getting. She disobeyed me and did a thing that I told you all not to do. But you, Slut, do not know your place.
“Did you decide since I wasn’t doing my job right as Master of these sluts that you would? No one blackmails each other in this house! If Slutty Becky did a thing I told her not to do it is reported to me! You tell me
she did it — not blackmail her into doing something. Understood?”
Master's face was getting redder and redder as he talked. We all knew Megan was in just as much trouble as I was.
He grabbed her by the hair, dragging her over to the “spanking table” as he called it. It was a huge dining room table that had belonged to our great great grandmother. When Kyle and I first got this house and I started getting punishments other than hand spankings, he cleaned out the basement and put the table down here, later installing everything else. The table was just a old piece of board with shackles for our hands and feet.
He put Megan on the table, secured her in place, then ran his hand across her ass and slapped it. He headed toward the closet for a paddle, walking back with the huge board with holes in it.
Her ass was going to be sore later, maybe even bruised.
Good. The Slut deserved it.
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