be free to spend the rest of our lives however we wanted.
David dried me with a towel and whispered sweet words of endearment to me as we dressed. I put my sundress back on, and David pulled on shorts and a t-shirt. We braced ourselves to go back downstairs.
I looked him in the eye. "David, I am okay. I know you are worried about me, but I will be fine. You do what you need to do to get us through this, and I will safeword if I really feel like I am in danger. You know that I am not fragile. Trust me to know my own limits."
He nodded his head but didn't speak. He led me by the hand back down the steps. We rejoined his mother and father in the kitchen where Ellen was just serving lunch. She was plating some kind of grilled sandwiches and what looked like homemade vegetable soup.
"Lunch smells wonderful, Mother," David complimented. She gave him a small smile before setting a plate in front of him.
Lunch was surprisingly uneventful. David and his father discussed a range of topics from sports to medicine while Ellen and I picked at our lunches. I didn't have much of an appetite.
I stood to help Ellen clear the table when lunch was finished, but Richard reached out and put his hand on my knee, keeping me in my chair.
"Ellen can do that, Kat," he said. He had not removed his hand. David's jaw was tight with stress. I gave him half a smile to show that I was okay.
"I don't mind," I said.
"I do," Richard replied.
"Of course, Sir." I hated calling him Sir, but I thought it was appropriate. I did not respect him, but he needed to think that I did. It shouldn't be too hard with his already overinflated ego.
His hand crept higher on my leg, and I fought the urge to cringe.
"Tell me, Kat. How has my son been treating you?"
What a loaded question. If I said he was treating me well, his father would think he was too soft on me. If I said he was too harsh, he would think that I was complaining which would be completely unacceptable.
"He is teaching me quite a lot, Sir," I answered diplomatically.
"What is he teaching you?"
I made the mistake of looking to David for help. It was a natural reaction. Richard was quick as a snake. He grabbed my chin and turned my face back to him.
"You will look at me when I am speaking to you."
"I'm sorry, Sir," I said.
He kept on hand on my thigh, the other on my face, facing me fully in his chair. "Answer me."
I forced myself to breathe. I could do this.
"He's been teaching me to please him, Sir." I was going to be as vague as I thought I could get away with. "My lessons have included appropriate behavior training for social situations as well as physical training for sexual situations."
"You never answered me the last time I asked. Is he fucking you?"
"Yes, Sir." I swallowed hard. David and I had discussed this answer after the last time. It would be too difficult for us to pretend that we had never been sexually intimate. We had to admit that we were having intercourse.
Richard looked at David. "You didn't save her?"
"I didn't see the need. Now or later, either way I was going to have her."
Richard grunted something about impatience. I didn't quite catch it.
Ellen was awkwardly adding the dishes to the dishwasher well within hearing range. Her body was tense. So was David's, although he was doing a better job of hiding it.
Richard released his grip on my jaw but did not remove his hand from my leg.
"How do you discipline her, David?"
David took a swig of his iced tea. I didn't think he was too keen on answering that one. He rose from his chair and stepped closer to me. He pulled my chair out, with me still in it, and lifted me up bridal style. He sat back down in my chair with me in his lap.
He had accomplished a couple of things with this action. One, he'd forced Richard to let go of my leg. Two, he'd put me in a position where he could comfort me with his body. Three, he'd put me in a position where he could demonstrate for Richard.
"Mostly I spank her," he finally
David dried me with a towel and whispered sweet words of endearment to me as we dressed. I put my sundress back on, and David pulled on shorts and a t-shirt. We braced ourselves to go back downstairs.
I looked him in the eye. "David, I am okay. I know you are worried about me, but I will be fine. You do what you need to do to get us through this, and I will safeword if I really feel like I am in danger. You know that I am not fragile. Trust me to know my own limits."
He nodded his head but didn't speak. He led me by the hand back down the steps. We rejoined his mother and father in the kitchen where Ellen was just serving lunch. She was plating some kind of grilled sandwiches and what looked like homemade vegetable soup.
"Lunch smells wonderful, Mother," David complimented. She gave him a small smile before setting a plate in front of him.
Lunch was surprisingly uneventful. David and his father discussed a range of topics from sports to medicine while Ellen and I picked at our lunches. I didn't have much of an appetite.
I stood to help Ellen clear the table when lunch was finished, but Richard reached out and put his hand on my knee, keeping me in my chair.
"Ellen can do that, Kat," he said. He had not removed his hand. David's jaw was tight with stress. I gave him half a smile to show that I was okay.
"I don't mind," I said.
"I do," Richard replied.
"Of course, Sir." I hated calling him Sir, but I thought it was appropriate. I did not respect him, but he needed to think that I did. It shouldn't be too hard with his already overinflated ego.
His hand crept higher on my leg, and I fought the urge to cringe.
"Tell me, Kat. How has my son been treating you?"
What a loaded question. If I said he was treating me well, his father would think he was too soft on me. If I said he was too harsh, he would think that I was complaining which would be completely unacceptable.
"He is teaching me quite a lot, Sir," I answered diplomatically.
"What is he teaching you?"
I made the mistake of looking to David for help. It was a natural reaction. Richard was quick as a snake. He grabbed my chin and turned my face back to him.
"You will look at me when I am speaking to you."
"I'm sorry, Sir," I said.
He kept on hand on my thigh, the other on my face, facing me fully in his chair. "Answer me."
I forced myself to breathe. I could do this.
"He's been teaching me to please him, Sir." I was going to be as vague as I thought I could get away with. "My lessons have included appropriate behavior training for social situations as well as physical training for sexual situations."
"You never answered me the last time I asked. Is he fucking you?"
"Yes, Sir." I swallowed hard. David and I had discussed this answer after the last time. It would be too difficult for us to pretend that we had never been sexually intimate. We had to admit that we were having intercourse.
Richard looked at David. "You didn't save her?"
"I didn't see the need. Now or later, either way I was going to have her."
Richard grunted something about impatience. I didn't quite catch it.
Ellen was awkwardly adding the dishes to the dishwasher well within hearing range. Her body was tense. So was David's, although he was doing a better job of hiding it.
Richard released his grip on my jaw but did not remove his hand from my leg.
"How do you discipline her, David?"
David took a swig of his iced tea. I didn't think he was too keen on answering that one. He rose from his chair and stepped closer to me. He pulled my chair out, with me still in it, and lifted me up bridal style. He sat back down in my chair with me in his lap.
He had accomplished a couple of things with this action. One, he'd forced Richard to let go of my leg. Two, he'd put me in a position where he could comfort me with his body. Three, he'd put me in a position where he could demonstrate for Richard.
"Mostly I spank her," he finally
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