Free Unwilling by Julia P. Lynde Page B

a safe word."
    "I don't have a safe word."
    "I haven't been doing anything to you that you need one. And I'm not going to."
    "Did you do it? Water board her?"
    "She spent an hour trying to convince me she really wanted me to. Then she started intentionally trying to piss me off so I'd want to punish her. Finally she pushed me far enough I yelled at her and told her, 'Fine, you want to be tortured, I'll torture you.'" She paused. "I made her leave. I've never talked to her since."
    I laughed lightly, then sobered. "That seems pretty sick, wanting to be tortured."
    "She was pretty screwed up. But human sexuality manifests itself in a lot of ways. I don't cast judgment even when I think it's unhealthy. Who am I to judge?"
    I paused. "You have been side stepping my question."
    She chuckled. "Yes, I have." She paused. "Melissa, I'm not the sort of person who enjoys hurting someone. I would have felt horrible if I had hurt you."
    "Even though I deserved it."
    "You deserved to know how you had made me feel. It's not the same thing. I couldn't make you feel how I had felt, but I could make you feel hurt in other ways. But two wrongs don't make a right. The world wouldn't be better if I hurt you. Neither of us would have come out of it better."
    "But you said you would punish me if I break a rule."
    "Punishment doesn't mean hurting you." She paused. "I could make you clean the kitchen with nothing but a toothbrush. It would take you hours."
    "I'd rather you whipped me with your crop," I told her after a moment. "Get it over with."
    "If you deserved a real punishment, I could never bring myself to hit you enough to deliver one. The toys are for fun, not pain. If I touch you, it's for fun, not pain. "
    She continued to cuddle and caress as we talked, the conversation growing slower and slower. She was still caressing me when I fell asleep.

Punishment (Melissa)
    I spent the next several days trying to tease her into taking things further. I didn't get anywhere with it. By Tuesday I was getting pretty drastic about it. We were talking as I was cleaning up the kitchen from dinner, and I kept intentionally brushing against her, looking for every opportunity I could find to walk past her.
    "Stop teasing," she finally ordered. "It stopped being funny two days ago."
    In response I brushed past her again, making sure to rub my ass against hers on the way.
    She tipped over the last of her soda from dinner, spilling it down the countertop and onto the floor. "Get your toothbrush," she ordered.
    "What?"
    "Go get your toothbrush and clean up this mess."
    "You're not serious."
    "Do it!" she ordered firmly. "You just disobeyed a direct order to stop teasing. Go get your god damned toothbrush."
    "Fine," I said, starting to feel hurt and pissed off. I stomped off to the bathroom and retrieved my toothbrush. I wondered what I would use to brush my teeth afterwards.
    She was waiting for me with her arms crossed. "Clean it up," she said. "All of it. You may use your toothbrush or your tongue."
    I glared at her for a moment but then attacked the mess with the toothbrush, cleaning a little of the mess, then tapping the brush into the sink, picking up a microscopic amount of mess each time. She stood and watched me the entire time. It took forever, and it wasn't a very good job when I was done, but I finally decided I'd done as well as I could.
    I looked over at her. I hadn't finished cleaning up. There was a small container of leftovers from dinner. Alexandra waited until she had my attention, then she slowly dumped the container on the floor.
    "You bitch," I told her.
    "What?"
    "Oh shit," I said. I dropped to my knees in front of her and lowered my head to her feet. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean it."
    She bent down, grabbed me by the jaw, and lifted me to my feet, glaring at me, holding my by the jaw. It hurt. She spun me around so my back was to the door and started pushing me backwards. "Bedroom. NOW!"
    I backed away from her. She kept pushing me. I turned