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Kitchen sink dramasThe tension in the house was unbearable. I could hardly remember how the stupid row had started but now an air of silent anger filled the air. Both as bad as each other we circled like a****ls around, knowing once it started it would be intense and furious. Our tempers had to spill over some time.Standing at the kitchen sink I could feel you watching me from the door way. I could feel your eyes boring into the back of me and I could feel my temper rising. Without turning I ask sarcastically, ‘Do you actually want something or are you just propping up the wall?’You take another swig of your beer and flip the empty can into the washing up water in front of me. In an instant I grab it, throwing it back hard and watch as the dirty water splatters all over your clean white shirt. I don’t even see you move but the next thing I know you have my throat pinned against the cupboard door, squeezing. My feet are on tip toes and I try and try and prize your fingers off, feeling my chest begin to tighten. Laughing, mocking, you let me go and take a step back. Grinning as you see me rub at my throat I can’t control myself, raising my hand I reach out to slap your face, needing to wipe that smile right off it. The slap lands with a crack, but you don’t move an inch. ‘Is that the best you got?’ you reply, taunting me, goading my temper. With a growl of frustration I raise my hand again only to have you grab my wrist long before I could make contact. Twisting my arm easily you spin me round until I am pinned over the kitchen table. ‘Now that wasn’t very nice was it’. I can’t take the mocking tone in your voice and you know it will enrage me. Frustrated beyond words all I can manage to scream is ‘Fuck off! I mean it Eddie, fuck off! I’m not in the bloody mood!’ Leaning your body weight on top of me you pin me down, your mouth inches from my ear. ‘Such foul language, you should be ashamed’. With that you grab a tea cloth and ram it into my mouth. The dry cloth bulging my cheeks out and stretching, distorting my face as you force it all in. I am wiggling beneath you, slapping back with my one free hand, trying to kick back but never quite making contact with you. ‘That’s so much better you dirty mouthed little bitch. So much better for you just to shut the fuck up!’Struggling, my words coming out just as muffled groans I am exhausting myself trying to get out from under you. Reaching into the clean washing stacked on the side I see you riffle through it with one hand until you reach for one of my bras. You wrench both my hands down and I feel you binding my wrists together behind my back, the material bostancı escort wound round and round until they are firmly secured. As you tie me, still pinning my legs with yours, you drag at my shirt, the buttons flying off and the flimsy material pulled down until it is down around my wrists in a crumpled pile. ‘That’s better whore’ you shout as you tug up my bra, breasts free and crushed against the table top. Panting hard through the cloth I know my body is becoming excited despite the anger. But you’re not content with securing my arms and I feel you binding my knees to the heavy oak table, pinning me down so I am helpless. I try and push my body back to stand but can’t quite raise myself. Angry, screaming words are still muffled as I shake my body, trying to break free. ‘Want to stand up slut do you?’ you mock at me knowing that my futile attempts are only making me weaker. Nodding my head I feel your hands yank my hair back until I am leaning into your chest. Immediately your hands are all over my tits, pulling each nipple upwards so you can smack the sensitive flesh underneath. The weight of the tit flesh stretches the nipple beyond comfort and I can’t help but whimper a little. I can feel tears swimming in my eyes building with frustration as well as discomfort and just when the pain becomes too much, you release them and gently caress the reddening flesh. Murmuring into my ear you say ‘You have been getting out of hand recently, you know that don’t you? I know that you are pushing me to see what happens and I’ve let a lot go haven’t I?’ Tearfully I nod my head at you, I know you are right, and part of me has wanted to see where it will end. ‘So this afternoon, you are going to be punished. No pleasure for you, punished do you understand?’ I nod my head and you gently kiss my cheek, lowering me back down on the table. Laying there I hear you wandering around, opening drawers, the fridge and putting things down on the work top behind me. We’ve played rough so many times before but never like this. A shudder of fear passes through my body like someone walking over my grave as the saying goes.Eventually you stand by the side of my face and using my hair you raise m a few inches from the table top. Working at the cloth in my mouth you pull it out, sweet relief for me as the pressure is gone but leaving my mouth bone dry. Trying to lick my lips there is no saliva left at all and you smile. ‘I’ll give you something to drink later if you behave. Now lets begin…’ The words hang heavy in the air as you walk behind me again. Suddenly I feel a harsh, fatih escort sting on my arse cheek. Looking over my shoulder I see you raise the big wooden spoon again. Yelping like a punished a****l the blows fall over and over. Sometimes to my arse cheeks, sometimes to the soft flesh of my thighs, sometimes in the tender spots at the back of my knees. Not being able to anticipate where the blows will land only seems to make them hurt more. You see my hands balled into fists on the small of my back and the futile clenching of my muscles, as if by doing that it will hurt less. Instead it just seems to drive you to punish me harder.Sniffing like a c***d as the tears flow I take all that you have to give until I feel your fingers part my cunt lips…’Please Eddie, don’t’….I try and squirm away from you as you gently tug on the string of my tampon. ‘Well what have we got here? Started today did you?’ For some reason I’m embarrassed today despite the things we have done before when I’ve had a period. Tugging harder now you pull out the tampon and are rewarded by a tiny trickle of blood dripping down my thigh. You dangle it in front of my face and laugh as I try and turn away. Pushing it against my lips you smear the wetness around. ‘You always did look good in red lipstick’ you laugh. I can taste the metallic sticky mess begin to dry almost immediately and feel a shame wash over me like never before. Moving back to my pussy you stretch open the lips again and bring down the spoon firmly. The flesh responds immediately, swelling and hyper sensitive, my clit stinging but still protruding ready for the next blow. I can feel the wetness gathering. My body responding to the pain it craves but knowing there will be no pleasure to match it today. Knowing me so well you drag your fingers through my cunt and show me my own juices on them. ‘So slut, getting turned on are you? What the fuck does that make you? It makes you a filthy dirty whore doesn’t it?’….’Yes Sir’ I whisper in return. ‘Not good enough, I can’t hear you’….with that more slaps rain down on my punished cunt. I repeat my reply louder and louder ‘Yes Sir I am a filthy dirty whore!’ until I am almost screaming it at you. Finally satisfied you take the slimy spoon and push the handle straight into my arse hole. Yelping as you jam it in, but only about 3 inches. The heavy end almost pulling it down and out straight away. ‘If that falls out you will be damn sorry’…there’s a cold edge to your voice and I immediately clench my internal muscles. ‘Oh look Jude, it’s your birthday’ I hadn’t even heard you light the candle bağcılar escort and my eyes widened as you pass it up and down my body, the heat making my skin prickle and me finch away. Half lifting me you twist me at the waist and brush the flame under my nipple. I automatically try and move away but am held firm. Hypnotised by the flame I begin to shudder….’Eddie, Sir….oh no! Please don’t’ ….Crying now the flame licks at my skin, not burning, just the smoke blackening the skin..Still whimpering you tip the candle upside down and the moulton wax pours over the soft white skin. Over and over those seconds of intense discomfort eat at my tit flesh until there are red streaks of wax dripping everywhere. Concentrating on my tit flesh you let the flame lick at my nipple again and suddenly a loud clattering noise fills the air. Freezing I suddenly feel sick. You drop me back down on the table, forcing my head to the side and ramming the candle vertically in my mouth. I have to close my eyes, afraid if I move my head the wax will drip down on my face. I pray the noise wasn’t what I think it was‘Well well, what have we here?’ You hold the filthy spoon in front of me and surprizingly you see real fear in my eyes as I try to apologise but still have the candle in my mouth. As soon as you pull it out I begin to gabble, ‘I’m sorry. Sir I so sorry, Please forgive me. Let me try again. Please’…Now you know I clearly understand the difference between and punishment and play session.Silently you walk back behind me and pour the gathered wax straight onto my punished clit. The heat meeting the rawness makes my whole body jerk, my shoulders raise from the table only to drop back hard. My arse and thighs twitching and going into spasm in reaction to the onslaught. Over and over you let the wax pour until my whole cunt is encased in moulded wax. My cries are strangled in my throat as I am now beyond being able to control myself. Eventually the heat barely penetrates as the wax is so thick and my body relaxes a little until I feel you digging the spoon handle back into me. This time you are not so gentle, circling the wood, opening me up, making my hole gap wider and wider…..’Ask me’…..you growl…..’Fucking ASK Me!’… Real sobs choke my words as I reply. ‘Punish me like I deserve Sir’ As I get to the last word you pour the burning liquid into my gaping sensitive ass hole and are rewarded by a long choking cry almost an a****listic howl. Uninhibited the wax seeps deep inside me and unable to stop myself my body lets go a long stream of urine. ‘I’m sorry, I’m sorry’ I sob as the humiliation washes over me, ‘I couldn’t help it, I’m so sorry Sir’I feel the warm liquid flow down my sore thighs and pool at my feet. Looking down I see it tinged with blood, not knowing if it’s my period or my punished cunt causing the swirls of red.‘Well well you nasty slut, what am I going to do with you now?’

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