“Now it’s time for your punishment”

“What?” Carrie asks with a big smile. A smile you greet with a hard slap. Her face flings to the side dramatically.

“In this house sluts get punished.” You say sternly. “Especially sluts who can’t even come through on their promise to deliver a virgin.”

“Yeah?” Carrie doesn’t seem particularly affected by your threat and your slap. “Well let me help” and she slaps herself, just as hard as you had.

This is going to be a challenge. But you can rise to it. You feel something happening in your brain. Even after everything you did to Meagan, you feel your mind devising a plan that goes way over the line of anything resembling acceptable behavior. And you realize that you’re powerless to stop yourself. You’re here. You have to go on.

So you grab a handful of Carrie’s sweaty brown hair and pull her up to your face. “Know how you punish a girl as dirty as you are?” You can see in her eyes that she doesn’t. So you give the answer “by cleaning her.”

You pull her wet body along the kitchen floor, over to the sink, pushing her down against a cabinet, your thick dick inches from her face.

You grab. The hand soap off the sink. “Open your filthy mouth.” And you squirt some on the back of her tongue. Then more and more. And finally you shove your cock into her well-soaped mouth.

She coughs and growls. Bubbles and foam fill up her throat around your thick prick. The sensation is actually quite great, soft, warm, and very slick.

And you’re fairly sure it’s unlike anything Carrie had experienced before. The bubbles pour from her lips. Her mascara drips down her cheeks. But she makes no attempt to push back. In fact her hands slip down between her legs an start to rub. She knows when she deserves her punishment.

In face, when you pull your member out of her mouth she quietly mutters “punished” to herself and then gives her face a slap.

You’re ready to burst.

“Okay, you can be dirty again,” You say just in time for you to jizz all over her soapy face. “It’s better to be dirty, isn’t it?” You say, noticing the speed of Carrie’s rubbing increase as your spunk hits her face.

And out of the corner of your eye you see the half full apple juice bottle. Carrie sees you grab it and drops her mouth, holding out her tongue. You pour it all over her.

“Mmmm punished” Carrie says, thrusting her cloths up as if she’s fucking the air, too exhausted to scream, but she’s cumming, you can tell.

You take the empty bottle and push it into her slit. She groans one last time and passes out.

She awakes I’m the shower, where you’ve carefully laid her and Meagan before flicking on the water and rinsing them clean.

They help clean up the mess in the kitchen, naked on all fours, and then slowly get dressed, still in a bit of a daze, hours later.

“I... don’t know where we go from here.” Carrie says. “For the first time I’m out of ideas.”

Which is okay. Because you have a good one.