Spoon with her?
From Create Your Own Story
Not feeling quite up to getting up yet you roll onto your side and slip a arm around Carla's sleeping form as you press your body against Carla. Pulling yourself close into her you sigh softly through a large clump of her hair fiery hair, even with weeks of dirt and grime covering her body there is a lingering scent of fruit on her causing a warm tingle to pulse through your chest. It wasn't the first time you had a woman in your chambers, nor slept with them however Carla is your first slave and you can feel a special connection there even if she doesn't feel the same way about it.
Hand resting on her tone, flat stomach you take in the soft texture of her skin as you snuggle in closer to her. Feeling sleep coming in once more your vision fades out for some time till you a greeted with a stinging pain through your face.
"Fuck!" You shout out. Tumbling from the sheets of the bed you fall onto the floor below with a deep thud and not seconds later you feel a weight fall onto your chest with a thump.
"Son of bitch!" Carla yells as another fist connects with your face sending a shower of stars across your vision.
Head spinning from the two hits its hard for you to make out what has happened but as your vision fades in and out you can make out the sound of the guards bursting into the room.
You come to a few minutes later with a splash of cold water across your body.
"Wha- who?" You sputter quickly before a strong hand comes to rest on your shoulder.
"Son, are you alright." Your fathers voice calls out to you in you half stunned state.
"Yes... no... I'll be fine." You cough gently with a still shaking head.
"I told you she was to much." The concern from your fathers voice is quick to escape and be replaced with anger.
"I knew what I signed up for father, and yes, this was my fault. I shall take responsibility for my actions... Where is Carla?" You spit gently allowing a light flow of blood fly from you lips and onto the floor.
"She is locked up in the dungeons, unharmed, the guards were luckily enough to step in before it had gotten worse however they wont always be-"
"Yes, father," you speak with a soft commanding tone as you press against the stone floor and stand.
"Then, I expect you will be dealing out punishment." It wasn't a question, more of a statement knowing you would have to after such a display.
Light floods into the dank dungeon below the estates stone foundation, dimly lit by a few torches it takes a moment for your eyes adjust. Taking to the stairs you slowly walk down them letting your eyes take to the shadows and form shapes. Arriving at the bottom of the stairs you spot the curvy shape of Carla who is chained to the wall, nude for the whole world to see if not for the walls.
"Go away."
She spits harshly onto the ground with the iron collar around her neck making moving difficult. Not taking attention of her words, you grab a small wooden stool nearby and sit down a few feet away from her, away from her spitting zone.
"My, it seems cold down here," You note gently with a lack of real concern with your warming clothes.
"Fuck. Off." She growls lightly with the growing anger in her voice.
"No. You struck me."
"You- you- you had your body wrapped around me!" Carla's raised voice booms off the stone walls making it all the louder.
"Yes, and? You forget your place. First and foremost: You. Are. My. Slave!" You voice grows equally loud enough so that it hurts your own ears.
"Secondly, you came to my bed on your own accord. One should know what to expect when they lie next to another, specifically in your case."
"Last by not least. In this house we use words, we are not savages. Those guards did nothing to harm you." Calm yet stern your voice is the only thing that can be heard in the chambers.
A few moments pass through heavy breaths before Carla speaks.
"What now? Plan to punish me?" Carla squeaks softly through heavy breath.
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