They let you decide

As your parents begin to discuss more traditional punishments, you quickly become bored with the direction. Being grounded still somehow sounded fun, but that wasn't the kinda fun you had in mind. You pull yourself forward towards your father, falling between his legs and hitting your head on the chair between them. Your father jumps with shock as you begin trying to work his zipper. He looks down at you concerned, but makes not attempt to stop you.

"She's really gonna feel this when she sobers up," he says as his big cock bursts from his pants and smacks you in the face. You promptly headbutt him in the process of getting it down your throat. "Well, she's kinda her own worst enemy right now. We could just do what SHE wants and let her regret it later. That should keep her off it."

You slam your nose repeatedly into his pelvis, enjoying the waves of pleasure with each impact. You father holds your head down to stop you, more for his own benefit than yours, and you start doing small forceful thrusts with what room you have.

"She did tell me to stuff this spatula up her ass," your mother says, walking around behind you. You start wiggling with anticipation, grinding around your own throat on his cock. She smacks your stiffly on the ass with the spatula and it explodes in waves of pleasure through your body. She repeats, harder each time, causing more waves of pleasure.

You spread your knees wide and begin fingering your own asshole while your mother continues spank you with all her might leaving bright red welts all over your round ass. You stick in more fingers and a thumb attempting to roughly gape your own still tight ass.

"Guess she really wants this up there," your mother says, and you nod vigorously around the meat still lodged in your windpipe. She stuffs the round end of the spatula between your fingers and pushes with all her weight. The end goes in quickly along with more of your fingers. You promptly pull your fingers out and firmly grasp the rest of the handle, beginning to violently hammer it in and out. You feel in almost continual orgasm, but it's still not enough!

Your father looks down at your attempts to destroy your own body while still holding your head. You busy yourself trying to turn your head various awkward angles trying to figure out which feels the best for the cock jabbing at your throat from the inside.

He pulls you up from his crotch by the sides of your head and brings you to eye level. You continue working the spatula in your ass while looking him in the eye; whimpering at him taking you away.

"Had enough yet?"

You shake your head softly, mouth agape, still connected to his cock by a thick rope of throat slime.

"Please stick your cock in with it, daddy." You plead, as you begin slamming the spatula even harder.

"But that would hurt Daddy's cock, pumpkin." He explains to you condescendingly, "And you've already done enough of that."

You begin thinking of what sounds the worst/best right now, starting to be able to tell the difference again a bit for the first time.

You think of all the various things you still want done to you and decide