SOC 101 (SUBJECT 2)✓

10

- NETHER REGIONS -

My hands tiredly scrubbed at the walls, sweat dripping down my back till it got down to the middle of my bottom. A sigh slipped past my lips, but I kept my lips sealed to prevent any other sound from slipping because my mother wasn't too far away. I had been given the duty of washing her bathroom and toilet as my punishment for zoning out during dinner yesterday. I had been so lost in my thoughts that I had mistakenly called my mother Ryth. Her anger knew no bounds as she immediately met my cheeks with her steellike palm. It still hurts. I looked at the wall I had been so focused on before getting up from my position. My knees had turned red slightly from kneeling, mother's instructions had been to clean the walls while I stayed on my knees.

Having spent close to an hour washing the floor and walls of the bathroom, I finally moved towards the toilet and the sink. My nose scrunched up in disgust as I saw the sorry state the toilet had been in. Did mother ever clean it? Had she stained it with some sauce? I knew it couldn't be that dirty unless something had been done to it. I muttered under my breath, low enough for her not to hear.

"Are you done, Theresa?" She yelled from her bedroom which had startled me, making me drop the small bowl I had held between my fingers.

"What fell down?" She asked, her anger ripping through the air, "Did you break something?"

"N-no, ma. I'm not done." I slapped my palm against my face realizing I had stuttered.

She peeked into the toilet to look at me, her eyes scanning around, "You're not done? Do you want to sleep in here? How long does it take to wash just the bathroom? You've not even started with the toilet."

"It was hard reaching the higher parts of the walls on my knees," I whispered, keeping my eyes fixed on my hands as I shook violently in my spot.

"Now you're talking back?" She questioned.

I stayed quiet, my hands reaching for the bowl that had fallen on the floor as I ignored her, knowing that replying to her question again would just lead to me getting even more punishment.

"I'm going to fellowship, cook dinner before I get back. Don't forget to turn off all the lights and television when you go back inside your room." She listed the warnings further as she shook her head at me, "Make sure you wash it properly."

The sound of her shoes scuffing across the floor as she went down the stairs was resounding in my ears. The house had always been too quiet. I had enjoyed being in the university because no matter how quiet it was, it still wasn't quiet. The sound of the door slamming shook the house and I sighed, looking back at the toilet I was about to suffer washing.

I scrubbed harder with the brush my mother had given me to use. It was too hard and it kept falling out, I knew I was going to be in trouble if she came back to meet the brush useless. I washed it with the water, smiling at how clean it finally looked. I peeped into her bedroom, looking at the digital clock she had on her table. An hour had passed since I started washing the toilet. The time was 4 pm, the fellowship mother had attended always made her come home late. She never came back how she went, her eyes always had that tired look in them and I wondered just where the fellowship was since she had always refused to take me along with her.

I walked out of the bathroom, scowling at the floor as water dripped from the cloth I had onto the floor. I'd have to come back to clean the mess if I didn't want to get yelled at by my mother. How had I gotten so wet?

I ambled towards my bedroom which was at the far end of the hallway. The space between my room and my mother's always made me relieved. I knew whenever she was coming to me because of the creaking floorboards. I walked into my room, immediately taking off the soaked cloth and walking into the bathroom to squeeze out the water. After squeezing, I threw it into my hamper and my underwear followed. Suddenly feeling dizzy, I sat down on the bed and tried to calm myself. I was probably hungry after all I had done.

There had been a thought that found its way into my mind no matter how hard I tried. The thought was also why I was currently peeking into the bathroom and staring straight at what would be the death of me. Literally, the death of me because if my mother was to ever find out, she'd have my head presented to the priest for blessings.

- The showerhead looked far too tempting for what it innocently was for. It was for bathing and I had always known that. I had never gone for the removable head, only using the fixed because it was easier to just stand under it and let it do all the work. Ever since I had known what it could be used for, my vagina ached for it. Longed for it. It was all a matter of giving in to temptation or avoiding it because it was why I was on lockdown.

The two weeks lockdown my mother had given me was still ongoing and I had barely made it through the first week. I stared at it even longer before getting up, my resolve firm. My fingers shook as I reached for it, I could just drop it right now and forget this ever happened.

I turned it on, squeaking at how fast the water had gushed out and quickly reaching for the pressure. I turned the knob, lowering it and the water pressure reduced. Without giving it further thought, I turned it up against my skin and it was soothing. The cold water dripped down my thighs as I kept it up against my vagina. My hand reached for the pressure knob, turning it up a little.

"Oh my God." I quickly placed a palm over my mouth, moaning into it as the pleasure I was getting from it felt maddening, "More..."

I reached up again, turning the knob with shaky hands. The sound that escaped me after shocked me but I could barely recover as my legs shook.

"No, no, no." I moaned into my palm, the words getting muffled, but I didn't take the head off my skin.

I resorted to moving it around which only made me squirm harder against the wall, what was this? I rubbed it against myself, feeling the sudden urge to pee, but I couldn't stop. I didn't want to.

A moan ripped through me and my eyes slammed shut in euphoria as the ache between my thighs exploded into pleasure. My body moved on its own accord against the showerhead and my thighs clenched shut from the foreign feeling. I slipped as I moved the showerhead back up, quickly resting my hand against the wall and looking at the liquid dripping down my thighs. My fingers curiously moved into my nether regions, a gasp slipping past my lips as I felt the sticky liquid hanging loosely. My vagina thrummed again, making me lean into the wall even more.

I reached for the showerhead again, turning it on again. Maybe I was overexcited, my hands had switched the showerhead to the highest pressure, which made the water gush out almost instantly. I gasped again, but it wasn't one of pleasure or excitement.

"Turn off!" I screeched as I adjusted the knob, "No, no, no."

The water on the floor increased rapidly not going down the drain fast enough. I tried over and over to turn it off, but the knob came off in my hands. My moves were frantic as I tried to turn it off, my need completely forgotten as well as the annoying throb between my legs.

Time moved by swiftly and by the time I finally got to fix it back, the sun was already setting. My hands ached with each move I made and I grumpily walked out of the toilet with my eyes down in embarrassment. It was a bad idea, a very bad one. I was glad the water hadn't flooded the house because there was no way I could have explained that to my mother.

My knees went down on the rug that laid at the foot of my bed and I clasped my hands together in prayer, "Forgive me father, for I have sinned."