One night, he told me to get on the floor on all fours, we were going to try something new. He began poking his dick into my anus. It hurt so bad. I began to cry. He pulled my hair back, to force my head back far enough so he could make eye contact with me and said “Are you going to be a good girl, and let me do this?” I replied, whimpering through my tears “Yes, I’ll be a good girl”. Then he replied “Then relax and stop crying.” But I couldn’t. It hurt so bad, it was dry, and so tight, each inch he got further in, the more my body tensed.
I hear him sigh as he removes himself from me, and he stands up. I can tell he’s frustrated with me.
I sigh a sign of relief, it was over. I wait for direction, as I know better not to move from the position until I’m told.
I hear him rifling around his dresser, and then he comes back down to floor with a pair of headphones and a bottle of lube. “My patience is wearing thin. You are being a bad girl, I told you to stop crying, and you have not.” I hear him open the bottle of lube, and squeeze the contents of the lube onto his dick, “You don’t deserve this” referring to the lube he’s rubbing onto his hard cock. He puts his headphone in, and turns on his iPod. Before turning the volume all the way up he says “Cry all you want, it will not bother me anymore.” I hear the clicking of the volume button and the muffled sounds of his music through his headphones. Then suddenly, he slams his oiled cock into my anus. His hand pushing my face down into the pillow, as I bite down on the pillow trying not to scream. Luckily it only lasted a minute, it felt like once he finally made it in, he came within seconds.
Usually after I made him cum, he’d reward me with his affections. Give me kisses, and cuddles. He’d rub my back, and tell me how good my tight pussy was, and how much it pleased him. But not tonight. Tonight I was a bad girl. I was instructed to sleep on the floor and was given a towel to use as a blanket. “Bad girls don’t get to sleep in my bed”, he said.
I laid awake most of the night, so upset with myself for being a bad girl. I broke Rule#1. I didn’t do what I was told. I agonized over why I couldn’t make myself stop crying. My mind starting to justify my actions, telling me that I couldn’t control my tears. I knew to shut down those thoughts immediately. He is not going to be looking for excuses when he awakes.
The morning came, and I got up and sat down on my knees, with my head bowed down facing his bed, so that when he’d awake, he’d find me bowing down before him. Just a small gesture of my obedience to the start the day to try to get into his good graces. He awakes. Smiles a little when he sees me bowing down to him, “Who taught you to do that?”, I hesitated, “No one, I just wanted to show you I’m sorry.” He quickly looks away, and says, “You may get up. But you have not made up yet for acting out.”
The whole day I felt terrible about myself. Beating myself about it, so frustrated with myself for being bad. How will I know how to get back in his good graces. The uncertainty, made me nauseous. After work, he texts me. He tells me to put on my black maxi skirt, and red tank top, and that he will be outside in his car waiting for me.
This was strange. We never go anywhere together. But I knew better than to ask questions. I quickly get dressed and go downstairs to wait for him in the parking lot. He pulls up, and I hop into his car. I begin driving. The car was silent. No music. I knew enough not to be the first one to speak. But he didn’t seem mad anymore. I started to relax a little bit. He rolled down my window so I could hang my arm out the window and feel the warm summer night air against my skin. He knew intimate details about me like that. About my likes and dislikes. I liked that. He was the only man who had ever taken the time to get to know me like that.
I thought we were heading towards his house, but as we get closer he passes his street. He parks his car on the side of the street a couple blocks over from where he lives. I’ve been here once before.
He reaches out his hand for me to grab it. We had never held hands before. It was nice. Intimate. He speaks for the first time since I had entered the car. “I am ready for you to make it up to me for your actions last night.” He pauses. “You were a bad girl, and I did not like that. If I wanted a bad girl, I’d go out and sleep with a whore. But since you insisted on being a bad girl, I will show what it truly feels like to be a bad a girl.” A car pulls up, and parks adjacent to us across the street, and turns off its lights. Fernando takes a deep breath and says “When we get out of the car, keep your head down.” We step out of the car, and he grabs my hand. I keep my head down, and we walk towards the parked car. I hear the window roll down from the car. He and this man are speaking Spanish. I’m not sure what they are saying. But it sounds like they are joking around, there was some laughing. The man reaches out, and hands Fernando something. Then the man rolls up his window. He turns to me and says “Get into the passenger seat of his car, and give him a blow job. Don’t be scared. I will be sitting in my car, waiting for you. Then you can go home.”
I legit thought I was going to pee my pants. I was so scared. I felt so unsafe. So uncomfortable. I get into the car, and it smells of weed and booze. His penis was already out, which was a relief, because I wasn’t sure if I’d be able to muster up any words. I suck his dick, within 6 minutes he cums. Two songs worth. I get out of the car, and walk back to his car. Once I enter the car, and I have put my seatbelt on, he turns down the radio and says, “Today I sold you for $20 worth of weed. I decide your worth. Remember that the next time you decide you want to be a bad girl.”
Rule #3: If you’re a bad girl, you will have to do bad things.
