I make it to the kitchen

I could hear my uncle walking around in his room as I ran past it and down the stairs. I hadn't anticipated him showing up so soon. My heart had to be beating a thousand times a second, my pussy was so juicy I could swear I could hear myself squelch with each step I took.

I made a quick dash to the kitchen, I had made it. I opened the cutlery drawer and there it was, the wooden spoon. I just stood there and stared at it for a second. How was I scared by a spoon? I reached out, my hand trembling, and picked it up. My nipples began to harden and stick out of my shirt when I wrapped my fist around the handle. My breathing was erratic, I couldn't believe I was doing this.

I drew the head up to my breasts and dragged it across my stiff nipples, I imagined the pain that would soon be surging through them. Then I ran it the spoon across my soaking, swollen lips, the sensation was unbearable, I had to come soon. I licked my juices off the head, this was so dirty!

I suddenly realized that I was on the clock, I better get back to .... God,I didn't even know his name! I didn't want to give him any other reason to punish me. I ran out the door back to my room...