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Jenna pouted as she tugged against the rope securing her wrists to her bedposts. She tried to watch as her boyfriend, Garret, made his way across the room to her dresser.

“Why do we go through this every time, Jen?”

Jenna shifted, trying to hold her head up. “I don’t know what you mean.” She looked around, nervously trying to follow his movements. Her bare breasts rose and fell with each heavy breath.

“Don’t be coy, Jen. All you had to do was get the dishes done so I could cook when I got home. Instead you stayed on the PlayStation all day and now I’m home, I’m hungry, and we haven’t a clean dish in the house.”

“Oh, that.”

Garrett rolled his eyes, trying not to smile, “Yeah, that.”

“I lost track of time.”

“Yep. That’s what you always say. But you obviously aren’t learning.” He placed his hand on her stomach and stared at her thoughtfully.

Jen moaned in frustration. She’d been so into her game that she hadn’t even heard him come in. He had grabbed her suddenly, lifting her from the back of the couch and dragging her into their bedroom. He was right, but that didn’t mean she had to like it. He’d told her to strip or he would cut her clothes off so for the sake of her favorite outfit, she’d complied. And now here she was, trying not to show just how much she was enjoying being tied to the bed. Because she knew something else was coming.

“Garret, I’m sorry. But this is excessive and don’t just assume because I’m turned on that this is- ogh ou figh!”

Her protests were cut short as Garret shoved a ball gag between her teeth. He reached behind her head and pulled it as tight as he could until the rubber ball was only partly visible behind her teeth and the strap pulled painfully against the sides of her mouth. Jenna whined into the rubber ball, giving him he widest most innocent eyes. He didn’t seem phased.

“Now, Jen, we’ve talked about this. We said that the next time you ‘lost track of time’ you would be punished.”

Jenna responded by bucking against the restraints on the bed and giving muffled protests into her gag.

“Nope, no more chances and no getting angry. You did this to yourself.” Jennifer’s eyes rolled into the back of her head as she felt him insert his fingers into her. She wanted to beg him, but she didn’t know for what and she couldn’t in any case. She locked eyes with him and he only smirked as he pushed deeper. Her groaning turned to whimpers as he expertly found her spot and pressed down hard making her jump. Then he removed his hand, leaving her unfulfilled and horny as hell.

Garret sighed as he looked at his wet fingertips. “Now I’m going to go find something to make for dinner. I want you to think about what you’ve done and when I get back I’m going to really punish you.”

Jen groaned loudly he ran his hands through her hair and then tied a blindfold over her eyes, pulling it just as tight as the gag. Then he was gone. Wasn’t that punishment enough? He didn’t seem mad, just disappointed. And didn’t she know that was often much worse.

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Jenna pouted as she tugged against the rope securing her wrists to her bedposts. She tried to watch as her boyfriend, Garret, made his way across the room to her dresser.

“Why do we go through this every time, Jen?”

Jenna shifted, trying to hold her head up. “I don’t know what you mean.” She looked around, nervously trying to follow his movements. Her bare breasts rose and fell with each heavy breath.

“Don’t be coy, Jen. All you had to do was get the dishes done so I could cook when I got home. Instead you stayed on the PlayStation all day and now I’m home, I’m hungry, and we haven’t a clean dish in the house.”

“Oh, that.”

Garrett rolled his eyes, trying not to smile, “Yeah, that.”

“I lost track of time.”

“Yep. That’s what you always say. But you obviously aren’t learning.” He placed his hand on her stomach and stared at her thoughtfully.

Jen moaned in frustration. She’d been so into her game that she hadn’t even heard him come in. He had grabbed her suddenly, lifting her from the back of the couch and dragging her into their bedroom. He was right, but that didn’t mean she had to like it. He’d told her to strip or he would cut her clothes off so for the sake of her favorite outfit, she’d complied. And now here she was, trying not to show just how much she was enjoying being tied to the bed. Because she knew something else was coming.

“Garret, I’m sorry. But this is excessive and don’t just assume because I’m turned on that this is- ogh ou figh!”

Her protests were cut short as Garret shoved a ball gag between her teeth. He reached behind her head and pulled it as tight as he could until the rubber ball was only partly visible behind her teeth and the strap pulled painfully against the sides of her mouth. Jenna whined into the rubber ball, giving him he widest most innocent eyes. He didn’t seem phased.

“Now, Jen, we’ve talked about this. We said that the next time you ‘lost track of time’ you would be punished.”

Jenna responded by bucking against the restraints on the bed and giving muffled protests into her gag.

“Nope, no more chances and no getting angry. You did this to yourself.” Jennifer’s eyes rolled into the back of her head as she felt him insert his fingers into her. She wanted to beg him, but she didn’t know for what and she couldn’t in any case. She locked eyes with him and he only smirked as he pushed deeper. Her groaning turned to whimpers as he expertly found her spot and pressed down hard making her jump. Then he removed his hand, leaving her unfulfilled and horny as hell.

Garret sighed as he looked at his wet fingertips. “Now I’m going to go find something to make for dinner. I want you to think about what you’ve done and when I get back I’m going to really punish you.”

Jen groaned loudly he ran his hands through her hair and then tied a blindfold over her eyes, pulling it just as tight as the gag. Then he was gone. Wasn’t that punishment enough? He didn’t seem mad, just disappointed. And didn’t she know that was often much worse.