But up on the ceiling, there’s a vent. It’s rectangular, maybe big enough to crawl through if I can pop it open.
Movies make it look easy—unscrew the grate, shimmy into the ducts. But in reality? Who knows. It will be a super-tight squeeze, and for all I know it will lead me nowhere.
But it’s a chance. And right now, I’m thinking that I might not get another.
I turn on the shower full blast, letting the water roar to mask any noise. Steam fills the room quickly.
Standing on the toilet for height, I reach up, fingers prying at the vent cover. It’s screwed in, but loosely—maybe maintenance oversight. I twist one screw with my nails, wincing as it digs into my skin.
“Yes!” I whisper, excitement bubbling up inside me.
The screw loosens. Then another.
Come on, come on...
The third screw gives, and the grate pops free with a soft clatter, muffled by the shower. I catch it before it falls, heart racing. The duct beyond is dark, narrow… but possible. If I can hoist myself up that is…
“Okay,” I say, bracing myself to use all my upper body strength. “Three. Two…”
But just before I hitOne, the door bursts open with a crash, wood splintering slightly around the lock. Ivan stands there, fury etched across his face, eyes blazing like storm clouds. He takes in the scene—the running shower, the dangling vent grate in my hand—and his jaw clenches.
“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” Ivan growls, stepping forward. “Actually, don’t bother answering that.”
Before I know it, Ivan has his hands around my neck and he pulls me directly under the shower water. Almost right away, I’m soaked to the bone and my sopping wet clothes cling to my body.
“You fool!” Ivan bellows, his voice full of anger. “You didn’t think you could escape, did you?”
I stomp my foot on the shower floor in pure frustration.
“I hate you!” I holler, stomping my other foot for good measure. “Let me out of this shower! Right now!”
“I will,” Ivan says. “But not before you learn your damn lesson.”
With that, I let out a shrill gasp as Ivan practically tears my jeans down over my waist and down toward my ankles. He pins me in place against the wall, my body directly under the shower as the hot water continues to blast downward.
“Safeword,” Ivan barks. “Your ass is going to be sorry now, boy. Believe me when I say that.”
“Rabbit,” I blurt out, instinctively. “My safeword isRabbit.”
I moan involuntarily as I feel Ivan’s hands rip my briefs directly off my body in one wild movement before tossing them across the room. With my bare bottom on display, I feel my dickharden with excitement as Ivan’s strong hands move me into position.
I can’t believe how rock-hard my cock is. It’s humiliating, totally degrading. But to be honest, I’ve got bigger things to worry about right now.
“You’re lucky I don’t wedge a bar of soap in that insolent mouth of yours,” Ivan growls, one hand pressing on my lower back and the other gripping the back of my neck. “Now count these spanks. Lose count and we go back to zero, boy. Got it?”
“Whatever!” I protest, clenching my butt cheeks and preparing myself for what is to come.
“As you wish,” Ivan snaps, drawing his hand back and landing a hard opening spank perfectly in the center of my left buttock before equaling things up with an equally accurate delivery to my right cheek. “Count, boy!”
“One! Two!” I say, the pain from the spanks taking me by surprise.
This is no roleplay or foreplay spanking from some clueless jock or fake Daddy. This is the real thing.
And ithurts.
“Owwwww! Three!Owwwwww! Four!” I call out, my cheeks already throbbing.
“Hold still,” Ivan barks, his hands gripping my ass cheeks and wobbling them for his own amusement. “Naughty boys get red butts. If you didn’t know before, you sure as hell will do from here on out.”
