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A/N lemon and sensative topic>.> You were warned

You sighed as you dusted the shelves of Ivan's library. The worst mistake you ever made was saying yes; to become one with Mother Russia. Everyone warned you not to but it didn't seem like a bad offer at the time. He promised you protection and wealth as long as you became his. You thought he was a nice guy so you agreed. And now look at you; doing all of his dirty house work and not getting paid one cent for it. You couldn't escape either; no, no, no, you couldn't even consider that. His punishments are strict. Ever since he first punished you for saying the wrong thing you began to fear him. You couldn't even look him in the face anymore without wanting to cry.

The front door opened; he was home. You hurried to the door to greet him. “Good evening Ivan how was your day?” You take his coat and hang it, trying to keep your composure. He smiled down at you. “It was lovely.” He walks away from you and towards his office. You let out a sigh of relief; good day means he is less strict. You walk over to his office and knock on the door twice before opening it. “Mr. Ivan, do you need anything?” He was sitting in his big chair staring out the window. “Have you started dinner yet?” You glance at the clock and notice it's already seven. You bite your lip nervously, “No sir, I was dusting all day. It takes a long time to do. I'll start cooking now. Is there anything in specific you want?” He turns around and faces you. “Just make something quick, I’m really hungry.” You nod. “Yes sir, I’ll get right to that.” You close the door and wander towards the kitchen.

Something quick to cook; soup was quick. You get some carrots and onions and garlic and other herbs you may need. Then start to chop them up and throw them into a pot of boiling water. You let that sit while you look around the kitchen for something else you can add to it. There were some large glass containers holding some stuff on the top shelf of the cabinet so you look through those. You reach on your toes and then grab the first one you could reach. It was rice. You didn’t think rice would go good with the soup so you reach up to put it back.

You weren’t really a clumsy person very often; but when you reached up to put the container back, it slipped from your hands and the glass shattered and rice spilt everywhere. “Shit! Oh no, oh my gosh!” You run to the broom closet and grab a dust pan and broom. But by the time you were back in the kitchen there stood Ivan with a little smile on his face. You learned a long time ago that just because he is smiling, it doesn’t mean he is really happy. “What happened in here?” You begin to tremble as you look around at the mess. “I-I…. I’m sorry Ivan; I’ll clean it up right now…” You start to sweep up the rice and glass but Ivan puts his large hand on your shoulder. You flinch sharply and look up at him. Tears start to swell up in your eyes. He takes the broom for you and sweeps it all up into one big pile. You just stand there and watch him.

When he finishes he throws the broom down and grabs your arm. He pulls you right in front of the pile and points down. “Kneel.” You look at him with a confused face. “E-Excuse me?” “I said kneel. Don’t make me repeat myself again.” His voice was so soft but it still scared you so you kneel on the pile. You can already feel the glass starting to cut into your knees. Ivan turns and walks away. “Ivan, wait…” He turns around and comes back. He grabs you by your hair and pulls it back so he can look in your eyes. “Stay quiet so I can finish my work, da?” He lets go. “But Ivan, the soup is going to burn…” He goes over to the stove and turns it off and then goes back to you. “What did I just say?” he slaps you and walks away.

You sit on your knees for what seems to be forever. You found out that it is more comfortable if you try not to move too much. You look around the kitchen and sigh. Ivan slowly enters the kitchen again. “You’ve behaved yourself well. But I have no dinner and I’m hungry. You must be punished.” He gently pats your head and smiles. Your eyes widen and you bite down on your lip. His smile turns sadistic and he grabs your hair, pulling it roughly. “Are you hungry? I’m sure you must be starving, da?” You try to look away and he slaps you. “I was talking to you. I asked if you were hungry.”

You shake your head and whimper when he tugs your hair harder. As if on cue with this situation, your stomach growls. You start to tremble and tears flow down you cheeks. “So you just lied to me, da? You know how I feel about you being dishonest.” “I-I’m sorry Ivan, I swear I don’t feel hungry I don’t know why that just happened. I can fi-finish cooking if you want.” He pulls you off the ground by your hair causing you to scream. “Did I tell you to speak?” He drops you and you scoot away towards the wall. Your knees were bloody and so was the rice. “Come here ____.” You choked on a sob but stood up shakily and went back to his side.

“Are you ready for your punishment?” You look at him and nod. “Y-Yes sir.” You get down on your knees in front of him. “On the rice.” You sigh and move back onto the rice pile, biting your lip to try to keep your mind off of the pain. He grabs your chin and looks into your eyes. “Stop crying, you look better when you’re happy.” He gives another smile and you wipe your tears away and take a deep breath. He pulls down his pants and underwear revealing his large manhood. You couldn’t help but gawk at its size even though you are quiet familiar with it by now. You open your mouth slightly and he shoves himself in causing you to choke. He grabs a handful of your hair and thrusts in your mouth hard and fast. You gagged and choke as he hits the back of your throat over and over.

After a while he pulls away letting you fill your burning lungs with air. You were glad that it was over and sighed with relief. But still, he stood there looking down at you with glowing eyes. “Get on your back.” You froze in place knowing what was about to come next. He has only gone this far to punish you when you broke his favorite plate. You lay down on the rice feeling it poke you through your dress. He lowers himself on top of you and pulls down your underwear and pushes your dress up. He takes a hold of you by your hips and slams into you. Your eyes widen and you let out a loud scream. He thrusts again and again and pain shoots through your entire body, the last time he did this he at least prepared you for it. You close your eyes tightly and he slaps you. “Look at me.” You open your eyes and let out a groan as you start to adjust to him.

You moan loudly. He smirks. “My punishments aren’t that bad, da?” You didn’t respond to him so he thrusts into you as hard as he could. You moan again and clutch onto his shoulders tightly. “Da?” You nodded “Yes sir! I-I like your punishment.” He pulls out and you whimper. “Well if you like it so much it’s not much of a punishment then.” He stands up and grabs his pants. “I’ll be back in a little bit. You stay there and don’t even think about touching yourself.” He leaves you there wet and close to your climax.

After about ten minutes he comes back with something in his hands. “_____, stand up.” You get up and walk over to him. “Am I done being punished Ivan?” He chuckles and runs a hand through your hair. “Nyet, open your legs wide.” You sigh and do as he told you. He lifts up your dress and shoves something into you. You gasp and moan; your legs getting weak. “Clean up the rice and finish cooking.” “Yes sir…” You waddle around the kitchen and grab the broom. “Move faster.” Suddenly the thing starts to vibrate. You let out another moan and your whole body shudders. He chuckles as you struggle to keep moving. You sweep up the rice and dump it in the garbage. You move back over to the stove and turn it on. Ivan comes up behind you and wraps his arms around your waist.

He pulls your dress up and starts to rub you. You lean into his touch and moan loudly. He rubs you faster and kisses down your neck. “Oh Ivan, I’m going to come…” he just chuckles. “Why aren’t you cooking?” You groan and grab onto the edge of the stove until your knuckles start to turn white. You moan one last time and climax. He pulls the thing out of you and backs away. Your knees buckle and you fall down. He pulls you back up and gives you a kiss on the cheek. “Be a good girl and finish dinner soon, da?”

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A/N lemon and sensative topic>.> You were warned

You sighed as you dusted the shelves of Ivan's library. The worst mistake you ever made was saying yes; to become one with Mother Russia. Everyone warned you not to but it didn't seem like a bad offer at the time. He promised you protection and wealth as long as you became his. You thought he was a nice guy so you agreed. And now look at you; doing all of his dirty house work and not getting paid one cent for it. You couldn't escape either; no, no, no, you couldn't even consider that. His punishments are strict. Ever since he first punished you for saying the wrong thing you began to fear him. You couldn't even look him in the face anymore without wanting to cry.

The front door opened; he was home. You hurried to the door to greet him. “Good evening Ivan how was your day?” You take his coat and hang it, trying to keep your composure. He smiled down at you. “It was lovely.” He walks away from you and towards his office. You let out a sigh of relief; good day means he is less strict. You walk over to his office and knock on the door twice before opening it. “Mr. Ivan, do you need anything?” He was sitting in his big chair staring out the window. “Have you started dinner yet?” You glance at the clock and notice it's already seven. You bite your lip nervously, “No sir, I was dusting all day. It takes a long time to do. I'll start cooking now. Is there anything in specific you want?” He turns around and faces you. “Just make something quick, I’m really hungry.” You nod. “Yes sir, I’ll get right to that.” You close the door and wander towards the kitchen.

Something quick to cook; soup was quick. You get some carrots and onions and garlic and other herbs you may need. Then start to chop them up and throw them into a pot of boiling water. You let that sit while you look around the kitchen for something else you can add to it. There were some large glass containers holding some stuff on the top shelf of the cabinet so you look through those. You reach on your toes and then grab the first one you could reach. It was rice. You didn’t think rice would go good with the soup so you reach up to put it back.

You weren’t really a clumsy person very often; but when you reached up to put the container back, it slipped from your hands and the glass shattered and rice spilt everywhere. “Shit! Oh no, oh my gosh!” You run to the broom closet and grab a dust pan and broom. But by the time you were back in the kitchen there stood Ivan with a little smile on his face. You learned a long time ago that just because he is smiling, it doesn’t mean he is really happy. “What happened in here?” You begin to tremble as you look around at the mess. “I-I…. I’m sorry Ivan; I’ll clean it up right now…” You start to sweep up the rice and glass but Ivan puts his large hand on your shoulder. You flinch sharply and look up at him. Tears start to swell up in your eyes. He takes the broom for you and sweeps it all up into one big pile. You just stand there and watch him.

When he finishes he throws the broom down and grabs your arm. He pulls you right in front of the pile and points down. “Kneel.” You look at him with a confused face. “E-Excuse me?” “I said kneel. Don’t make me repeat myself again.” His voice was so soft but it still scared you so you kneel on the pile. You can already feel the glass starting to cut into your knees. Ivan turns and walks away. “Ivan, wait…” He turns around and comes back. He grabs you by your hair and pulls it back so he can look in your eyes. “Stay quiet so I can finish my work, da?” He lets go. “But Ivan, the soup is going to burn…” He goes over to the stove and turns it off and then goes back to you. “What did I just say?” he slaps you and walks away.

You sit on your knees for what seems to be forever. You found out that it is more comfortable if you try not to move too much. You look around the kitchen and sigh. Ivan slowly enters the kitchen again. “You’ve behaved yourself well. But I have no dinner and I’m hungry. You must be punished.” He gently pats your head and smiles. Your eyes widen and you bite down on your lip. His smile turns sadistic and he grabs your hair, pulling it roughly. “Are you hungry? I’m sure you must be starving, da?” You try to look away and he slaps you. “I was talking to you. I asked if you were hungry.”

You shake your head and whimper when he tugs your hair harder. As if on cue with this situation, your stomach growls. You start to tremble and tears flow down you cheeks. “So you just lied to me, da? You know how I feel about you being dishonest.” “I-I’m sorry Ivan, I swear I don’t feel hungry I don’t know why that just happened. I can fi-finish cooking if you want.” He pulls you off the ground by your hair causing you to scream. “Did I tell you to speak?” He drops you and you scoot away towards the wall. Your knees were bloody and so was the rice. “Come here ____.” You choked on a sob but stood up shakily and went back to his side.

“Are you ready for your punishment?” You look at him and nod. “Y-Yes sir.” You get down on your knees in front of him. “On the rice.” You sigh and move back onto the rice pile, biting your lip to try to keep your mind off of the pain. He grabs your chin and looks into your eyes. “Stop crying, you look better when you’re happy.” He gives another smile and you wipe your tears away and take a deep breath. He pulls down his pants and underwear revealing his large manhood. You couldn’t help but gawk at its size even though you are quiet familiar with it by now. You open your mouth slightly and he shoves himself in causing you to choke. He grabs a handful of your hair and thrusts in your mouth hard and fast. You gagged and choke as he hits the back of your throat over and over.

After a while he pulls away letting you fill your burning lungs with air. You were glad that it was over and sighed with relief. But still, he stood there looking down at you with glowing eyes. “Get on your back.” You froze in place knowing what was about to come next. He has only gone this far to punish you when you broke his favorite plate. You lay down on the rice feeling it poke you through your dress. He lowers himself on top of you and pulls down your underwear and pushes your dress up. He takes a hold of you by your hips and slams into you. Your eyes widen and you let out a loud scream. He thrusts again and again and pain shoots through your entire body, the last time he did this he at least prepared you for it. You close your eyes tightly and he slaps you. “Look at me.” You open your eyes and let out a groan as you start to adjust to him.

You moan loudly. He smirks. “My punishments aren’t that bad, da?” You didn’t respond to him so he thrusts into you as hard as he could. You moan again and clutch onto his shoulders tightly. “Da?” You nodded “Yes sir! I-I like your punishment.” He pulls out and you whimper. “Well if you like it so much it’s not much of a punishment then.” He stands up and grabs his pants. “I’ll be back in a little bit. You stay there and don’t even think about touching yourself.” He leaves you there wet and close to your climax.

After about ten minutes he comes back with something in his hands. “_____, stand up.” You get up and walk over to him. “Am I done being punished Ivan?” He chuckles and runs a hand through your hair. “Nyet, open your legs wide.” You sigh and do as he told you. He lifts up your dress and shoves something into you. You gasp and moan; your legs getting weak. “Clean up the rice and finish cooking.” “Yes sir…” You waddle around the kitchen and grab the broom. “Move faster.” Suddenly the thing starts to vibrate. You let out another moan and your whole body shudders. He chuckles as you struggle to keep moving. You sweep up the rice and dump it in the garbage. You move back over to the stove and turn it on. Ivan comes up behind you and wraps his arms around your waist.

He pulls your dress up and starts to rub you. You lean into his touch and moan loudly. He rubs you faster and kisses down your neck. “Oh Ivan, I’m going to come…” he just chuckles. “Why aren’t you cooking?” You groan and grab onto the edge of the stove until your knuckles start to turn white. You moan one last time and climax. He pulls the thing out of you and backs away. Your knees buckle and you fall down. He pulls you back up and gives you a kiss on the cheek. “Be a good girl and finish dinner soon, da?”