The BDSM Punishment That Defended My Niece

Mariela’s house always had an imposing air. Not because of its size, though it had plenty, or because of the infinity pool that swallowed half the terrace, but because of the obedient silence that fell whenever she merely lifted a hand. She lived there with Renata and Celina, two friends who were just as rich, just as self-possessed and, above all, just as unwilling to put up with an asshole.

That midday the three of them were lounging by the water, with cold drinks on a low table and dark sunglasses hiding their eyes. They had that kind of mature beauty that didn’t ask permission or seek approval. It commanded it. And when they found out what they had done to Mariela’s niece, the afternoon changed tone.

Vera arrived first.

She was an adult, trembling with anger and shame, and even so she kept her chin high as she approached her aunt. She was wearing a sarong tied at the waist and her eyes were red from having cried not long before.

—He shoved me in front of everyone —she said, grinding her teeth—. And then he mocked me. He said I had it coming.

Mariela set down her glass without taking her eyes off her.

—Did he touch you?

—Yes. My arm first. Then he shoved me in the chest.

Renata gave a short sigh, the kind that doesn’t announce compassion but resolve. Celina took off her sunglasses and set them on the table.

—Bring him —Mariela ordered one of the staff.

She didn’t raise her voice. It wasn’t necessary.

***

Half an hour later they brought him in through the side of the terrace. His name was Damián now, not Manuel, and he had nothing adolescent about him: he was a fully grown man, in his late twenties, with a hard body, a clenched jaw and that cheap-macho swagger that puffs itself up until someone bursts its bubble. He came in looking at the legs of the three women more than at the face of the person he had humiliated.

—What the fuck do you want? —he asked, jutting his chin forward.

His cockiness didn’t last long. Vera came out from inside the house and stopped a few steps from him. Adult, calm, still hurt. Damián recognized her and smiled with a brazen insolence that sentenced him all on its own.

—Ah, the little princess —he said—. You come here to cry too?

Mariela pointed to an open area beside the loungers.

—You’re going to apologize.

He laughed. A dry, ugly, taunting laugh.

—Not a chance. If she doesn’t want people looking at her, she shouldn’t go around showing off.

Vera stepped forward, but her aunt held out an arm and stopped her. Renata and Celina said nothing. They just watched him as if they were already deciding where to break him.

—I’m giving you one more chance —Mariela said.

—And I’m telling you to suck my dick.

The air stood still for a second. Then Mariela snapped her fingers.

Two adult female staff members, strong and trained to obey without questions, grabbed him from behind before he could react. A third twisted his wrist just enough to bend him over a lounger. Damián struggled, hurled an insult, tried to break free, but in less than ten seconds his legs were spread and his face was red with effort.

—Let me go, fuck.

—No —Mariela replied calmly.

She rose slowly from the lounger and walked over to him. She wasn’t in a hurry. When a woman enjoys control, slowness is another form of domination. With two fingers she unfastened his belt, pulled down his shorts and then his boxers, leaving his sex exposed in front of everyone.

Damián instinctively tried to close his legs, but he couldn’t.

—Look at it properly —Mariela told Vera, not with cruelty toward her, but with purpose—. A coward always looks smaller when they’re left naked.

Renata gave a low laugh. Celina took out her phone and started recording without hiding it. The guy went from cocky to tense. His cock hung half-awake, unable to decide whether to shame itself further or harden up when faced with women who were clearly in charge.

—Did you think you were so manly shoving a woman? —Celina asked.

—Go fuck yourselves.

Mariela leaned in and spoke into his ear.

—You still don’t understand where you are.

She stroked his pubis with the back of her fingers, barely a touch. Damián swallowed. Despite the fear, his body reacted. His cock began to rise little by little, betraying him in front of everyone. That brought another smile to Renata’s lips.

—Look how fast this part of him obeys —she said.

Vera watched without looking away, with a mix of fury and relief. Mariela turned her head toward her.

—You are not going to lower your eyes to a man like that ever again. Understand?

—Understood —Vera replied.

Mariela nodded and went back to Damián. She wrapped her hand around his cock, firm, unsentimental. He let out an involuntary moan and immediately tried to disguise it with another grimace of anger.

—Don’t touch me.

—I’m going to touch you however I want —she said—. And you’re going to learn to shut your mouth.

She began to jerk him off slowly. Not with romantic desire or light play, but the way you handle a troublesome animal to teach it who holds the leash. She moved up and down with exact rhythm, taking advantage of every tremor in him, every gasp that escaped him even though he wanted to seem hard.

—Look at him —Renata said, coming closer—. A minute ago he was insulting people. Now his voice falls apart over one hand.

Damián clenched his jaw.

—Fuck you.

Mariela gave the base of his cock a harder tug and he groaned, involuntarily aroused.

—No. Fuck you.

Celina positioned herself in front of him and took his chin, forcing him to look at Vera.

—Apologize.

—Go to hell.

Mariela stopped moving her hand. The absence of pleasure was almost worse than the control. Damián breathed hard, cock rigid and body taut.

—See, Celina —Mariela murmured—. Some people aren’t educated with words. You have to shove their pride up their ass.

Renata came over with an ice pack wrapped in a thin towel and placed it on the lounger, right beneath his testicles.

—Open him up more.

The staff obeyed. Damián cursed when they adjusted him with his legs farther apart. The cold touched his balls and the shock went through him.

—No, no, not that…

Mariela grabbed his cock again. This time faster.

—Yes that.

The scene changed in an instant. Pleasure and discomfort began to mix across his face. He was moaning through his teeth, ashamed that his body was responding, yet unable to stop it. Mariela milked him with practiced skill, twisting her wrist at the tip, squeezing harder when she noticed he was about to protest. The head was red, glossy. His breathing was already an irregular pant.

—You like it —Renata said, leaning in to see better—. You like staying still and being used.

—Don’t say… ah… don’t say stupid shit.

Celina brushed his cheek with a mocking gesture.

—You’re a terrible liar. Your cock isn’t.

Mariela spat into her palm and kept jerking him with that improvised lubricant, making wet, dirty sounds that bounced around the terrace. Damián threw his head back. All his macho speech was melting into moans. His hips began to push against her hand by pure reflex.

—That’s it —Mariela said—. Move for me. Since you like playing stud so much, at least be useful for something.

Vera watched him lose his composure completely. The same man who had shoved her was now half-naked, immobilized and trembling from a handjob he couldn’t control.

—He’s close —Celina said, watching the tension in his abdomen.

—Not yet —Mariela answered.

She let go of his cock abruptly and he gave a whimper of frustration so clear that all four women laughed. Renata squeezed the base of his balls over the cold towel for just a second, enough to remind him who was holding his pain.

—Look at me —Mariela ordered.

Damián looked at her.

—Apologize.

He hesitated. His cock was still rigid, absurdly throbbing in the air. He was sweating. He breathed like a cornered animal. And still, he kept a spark of defiance.

—No.

Mariela smiled with icy slowness.

—Then we’re going to have more fun.

***

They took him to the covered outdoor lounge, where the shade softened the heat and there was a wide chaise longue facing the pool. There the game stopped being improvised and became deliberate punishment. Renata brought out some padded restraints. Celina put the phone on a stand to record better.

Damián began to understand this was serious.

—You can’t do this to me.

—We already are —Renata replied.

They tied his wrists and ankles, legs spread, completely exposed. Mariela sat beside him and ran a finger down his stomach to the base of his cock. It was hard again. The idiot was still getting aroused.

—You’re simple —she told him—. It only takes one determined woman to make you tremble.

—Go fuck yourself.

Mariela slapped him. Not brutally hard, but with precision. The crack cut through the air. Damián went still, stunned.

—Now you speak when I let you.

Renata positioned herself behind the headrest and held his hair to keep his neck stretched back. Celina sat to one side and spread her legs slightly, enjoying the view as if it were a private show.

Mariela started jerking him off again, this time alternating slow caresses with sharp tugs. Every time he began to give himself to the pleasure, she stopped or pinched his thigh or tapped his balls. She kept him on the edge, hot, desperate, never letting him finish.

—That’s how you punish a loudmouth —Renata said.

Damián was moaning without dignity now. He writhed in the restraints, lifting his hips to seek the hand working him. Mariela gave him only just enough. Enough to set him on fire. Never enough to relieve him.

—Please…

Celina smiled.

—Look at that. He already knows how to beg.

Mariela pulled back his foreskin with her thumb and rubbed the head directly. He let out a sharper moan, all raw nerves. His cock trembled all over.

—Please what? —she asked.

—Let me come.

—You haven’t apologized.

He shut his eyes tight.

—Sorry.

—Not good enough.

Mariela looked at Vera, who was still standing by the open window now without fear.

—Her.

Damián swallowed. The real humiliation wasn’t in the naked body or the forced handjob, but in admitting in front of the woman he had wanted to make small that now he was the diminished one.

—Sorry, Vera —he said at last—. Sorry for touching you. For shoving you. For talking to you like that.

Mariela never stopped moving her hand as she listened. She wanted him to associate submission with those words, to have his whole body learn the lesson.

Vera looked at him for a long moment.

—You’d better never come near me again.

—I won’t.

—I hope not.

Mariela nodded, satisfied, but she didn’t let him go. On the contrary. She squeezed harder.

—Apologizing doesn’t mean you won’t pay.

Damián’s eyes flew open.

—No… wait…

Renata spread his thighs a little wider. Celina stood and came closer with an open, almost amused smile.

—I want in.

Mariela gave up the spot without letting go of his cock completely. Celina knelt between his legs, studying him the way you study a cut of meat ready to be tasted. There was no romantic desire there, only pure command. She spat directly onto the head of his cock and then licked it with a slow, wet, deliberate stroke.

Damián arched his back with a rough groan.

—Fuck…

Celina looked at him from below.

—That one you do say well.

She took his cock in one hand and slid it into her mouth unhurriedly, taking only the tip at first, working it with her tongue before taking him deeper. Mariela stroked his balls while she sucked him, and the combination made the man start shaking all over.

The sound became more obscene. Wet sucking, broken breathing, male gasps losing every trace of swagger. Celina alternated depth and slowness, pulling off only to lick the base and then wrap her lips around him again. Damián tried to thrust into her mouth, but Renata pinned a hand to his chest.

—Stay still. You don’t fuck here. Here you get used.

He moaned again, surrendered to the truth of that sentence. Celina ran a hand up his abdomen, pinched one nipple, then went back to stroking the base while she sucked the rest. Mariela leaned over his face.

—Who’s in charge?

Damián took a second to answer because Celina was swallowing half his cock and had him on the verge of spasming.

—You… fuck… you are in charge.

—Clearer.

Celina withdrew just enough to let him speak. A thread of saliva still connected him to her mouth.

—You’re in charge. I’m not.

Mariela smiled.

—Now you’re learning.

She gave Celina a look, and Celina obeyed at once, sucking faster, deeper, leaving him hard as stone. Mariela began massaging his balls with calculated gentleness, knowing exactly how to speed up the tension. Renata held his head so he couldn’t look away from Mariela while his body was driven to the limit by other hands and another mouth.

—You’re going to come when I tell you —Mariela whispered—. Not a second before.

Damián was breathing in ragged pulls. His abdomen was tight, thighs trembling, cock throbbing inside Celina’s mouth. Sweat ran down his temples.

—I can’t hold it…

—Yes, you can.

Mariela made a sign and Celina pulled away. He let out a moan of pure frustration, almost painful. His cock stayed upright, shining, abandoned in the air.

—Please —he said, with not a drop of arrogance left—. Please, let me come.

Renata leaned by his ear.

—Ask Vera nicely. Let her hear you beg.

Damián closed his eyes, defeated.

—Vera, please. Let me come. Forgive me.

Her expression barely changed. It wasn’t revenge she felt. It was restitution.

—Do whatever you want with him, Aunt —she said at last.

Mariela gave a satisfied laugh.

—That’s what I wanted to hear.

***

Renata was next to touch him. She positioned herself between his legs and replaced Celina with the calm expertise of a woman who didn’t need to prove anything. She took hold of him firmly and began jerking him off with both hands, one at the base and the other moving up to the tip. Mariela went back to whispering orders in his ear. Celina kissed his neck, not tenderly, but so she could hear him moan closer.

They were taking him apart between three of them.

Damián wasn’t trying to pretend anymore. He was gasping, cursing, begging, arching against the restraints. Every caress became an immediate need. Renata knew how to keep him right on the edge, speeding up until he trembled and easing off a second before he spilled. She did it once. Twice. By the third time, he was already beside himself.

—I’m coming, I’m coming, I’m coming…

Mariela grabbed his jaw.

—Not until I want you to.

—Please…

—Say it again. Who’s in charge?

—You. You lot. You’re in charge.

Mariela barely kissed the corner of his mouth, a perversely intimate gesture in the middle of the humiliation.

—Then come.

Renata squeezed harder, fast and steady. Celina licked the head again while her hand kept moving up and down. Damián screamed his orgasm before he fully felt it. The semen shot out in jolts, thick, staining his stomach, Renata’s hand and part of the pale upholstery. He kept coming for several seconds, eyes clenched shut and body twisted, reduced to pure spasm.

When it was over, he stayed there panting, emptied out and gradually softening.

Mariela didn’t wait long. She dragged a finger covered in semen across his abdomen and held it up for him to see.

—Look how easy you are to handle.

He didn’t answer. Shame hung from his breathing.

But the punishment wasn’t over.

Mariela nodded toward the ice pack still sitting to one side. Renata took it and placed it beneath his testicles again. The contrast after his orgasm made Damián shudder with a sharp cry.

—That… no…

—That too —Mariela said—. So you remember that pleasure and humiliation came to you on the same day you thought you had a right over a woman.

They unfastened him from the restraints after a while. Not out of pity, but because they no longer needed to hold him. He was exhausted, naked and obedient. He sat up slowly, eyes lowered, aware of every pair of eyes on him.

Celina tossed his shorts at his feet.

—Get dressed.

He did it without arguing.

Before leaving, Mariela came over one last time and held the phone in front of his face. On the screen everything was visible: his initial swagger, his nakedness, his pleas, his release.

—If you come near Vera again, if you touch her again, if you speak about her again, this stops being private. Understood?

Damián nodded.

—Yes.

—I didn’t hear you.

—Yes, ma’am.

Mariela smiled.

—That’s better. Get out.

He left, walking awkwardly, not looking at anyone, his pride in tatters and his body still remembering the hands that had broken him. Vera watched him cross the garden and disappear through the side entrance.

Only then did she let out her breath completely.

Renata poured her a drink. Celina stopped recording. Mariela sat back down by the pool as if nothing important had disturbed the afternoon, though all four of them knew it had.

—Thank you —Vera said softly.

Mariela looked at her with that protective hardness that suited her so well.

—Don’t thank me for defending you. Get used to demanding respect before someone has to rip it out of another person for you.

Vera nodded, calmer now, straighter.

Celina raised her glass with a lazy smile.

—I toast to men who learn late.

—And to women who teach well —Renata added.

Mariela took a sip, set the glass on the table and looked at the bright water of the pool.

—If another asshole shows up —she said—, this time the three of us take part from the start.

Vera smiled for the first time all day.

And in that house, where orders were obeyed and the memory of punishment knew how to stay under the skin, no one doubted it would be so.