Mr. Paulson Teaches Jenny a Lesson

"Jenny," Mr. Paulson said in greeting as I reached the living room.

"Oh, Mr. Paulson, good evening. I didn't know you were still awake." Cam's father had always intimidated me. He was authoritative and didn't accept anybody's nonsense. When he got angry, he could also get quite harsh.

"Hard to sleep when you kids yell like that," he barked and eyed my very skimpy pjs. I instantly felt uncomfortable at his glare.

"I-I'm so sorry," I said and bit my lip, "We didn't mean to be so loud."

"Sure you didn't," he muttered, "Why don't you sit down with me, girl? We have some things to talk about."

I swallowed nervously. I was sorry we had kept Mr. Paulson awake but I also didn't want to be lectured by him on his house rules right now, I was exhausted and I just wanted to go to bed.

Annoyed at my frustration, he repeated himself. "Sit. Down. Girl."

I hurried to obey and sat next to him on the couch with a slight distance between us. I decided to apologize again in an attempt to appease him, "I am really sorry about th-"

"So you don't let my boy fuck you?"

The question shocked me. I hadn't thought he had heard that much and definitely hadn't expected him to bring it up.

"I-I- Mr. Paulson, I --"

"Yeah, I heard what you were fighting about," he picked up a glass from the couch table and took a sip, "Three years without getting his balls drained. I really don't know why he would still waste time with a bitch like you."

Being called a bitch in such a casual way took my voice away and I couldn't reply.

"So what are your excuses? Religion? Feminism? Are you just a prude?"

"I-I mean, I just..."

"Ah, don't work your little brain too much, girl. Not much there anyway. Plus your excuses don't make a lick of difference," he took another sip, "Look, my boy seems to like you. As his father, it is my job to protect him and make sure he gets what he deserves. So I will make sure you learn your place."

"M-my place?" I asked, suddenly scared.

"To serve men, of course. To obey them and worship them. To make their cocks hard and drain their balls. To cook and clean for them and make their lives easier in every way."

"B-but..."

Suddenly, a big hand was on my breast twisting my nipple. I tried to cry out but another hand came to cover my mouth. "Shut up girl," Mr. Paulson growled, "let me see what I am working with." He ripped my top downward and exposed my fairly big breasts to the living room air. It's cold and my nipples begin to harden basically immediately.

"Mh," Mr. Paulson said in an appreciative tone and slapped both of my breasts a few times, "your tits at least seem acceptable for my son." His slaps turned more violent and I felt tears fill my eyes. His other hand was still clasped over my mouth and no noise was coming out. My breasts began to hurt and I felt utterly humiliated but... I felt my pussy react to his touch.

"I will take my hand of your mouth now, cunt. You better be fucking quiet or you will regret it." Mr. Paulson barked. When he moved his hand, I was too scared to try and yell for help.

"Good girl," he whispered, "Seems like you can be obedient." While one hand played with my nipples the other hand found its way into my panties. I gasped as a finger suddenly entered me. It hurt a little.

Mr. Paulson laughed, "Already wet for me, mh? Don't worry, I won't take your virginity. You will go and offer that to my son after we are done here." He removed his hand from my shorts and **** the finger into my mouth making me clean it, "Taste your arousal, slut. Taste how much you love it when a man takes what he wants and deserves. My son has been way too patient with you."

With one last slap on my breast he moved both hands to my shoulders and threw me off the couch so I was kneeling in front of him. I heard a zipper and closed my eyes in fear of what would happen next.