Chores III

I turned over feeling the sunlight filter through my long eyelashes as it shown through my window. I turned over and felt every muscle in my body strain; I realized that I was so sore I could barely move. Then it came back to me there had been punishment last night. I yawned and threw my arms over my head. I turned my body around so my legs would hit the floor, then I shifted my weight around to pull myself into a sitting position. Once sitting I inspected the damage from last night. My ass was certainly sore, my pussy was undoubtedly sore. My wrists were chafed from the ropes that had bound me last night. I stood up and picked up my jeans and grabbed a sweatshirt, deciding against the bra that would just make my nipples hurt worse. I grabbed my work boots and put them on so I could go out and feed the animals before my dad found something else to be pissed about. Slipping the boots on I trudged down the steps. I could hear my Mother in the kitchen rattling pans as she cooked breakfast; I knew that Dad was still home if she was making breakfast.

I walked past her in the kitchen she mumbled good morning and I cleared my throat as the back door banged. I was somewhat embarrassed by the good hard fucking that I took last night by both parents, well not Daddy I had been fucking him for years, but my Mother typically never joined in. However, last night was a different story. I went to the smoke house out back and picked up the buckets and headed to the feed bin in the back by the barn. I opened the corn crib door and filled my buckets full of corn for the horses. I carried them to the barn past the stalls to the back pasture. A pasture I put them in down and rose up stretching and taking a deep breath of fresh damp morning air. I felt hands on my shoulders, I knew the hands they were Dad’s. He spun me around and looked right at me, “you were wonderful last night baby,” he said. I smiled at him; I was always wonderful according to him. “I know you didn’t like your mom joining us,” he said matter of fact he was right I didn’t like to share.