My Boyfriend Punished Me at Every Stop on the Trip

Nerea and Adrián’s second vacation began with the same excitement with which they had planned it all winter: cycling through the Dordogne. He had spent years riding mountain roads and wanted to share that passion with her. She, a translator by profession and a cyclist by contagion, accepted the idea without fully knowing what she was getting into.

On paper, it sounded perfect. Castles perched on cliffs, village markets, red wine in the shade of a walnut tree, and miles of quiet road winding through vineyards. Adrián had mapped out the routes with the same meticulousness he applied to his bikes: brakes set just right, tires at the proper pressure, panniers balanced to the millimeter.

Nerea, on the other hand, was excited and nervous in equal measure. She knew he had more endurance, and although she had improved in training, she wasn’t sure she could keep up with him for entire days. But she trusted Adrián. She trusted that he would know when to push and when to let her breathe. That trust was, in truth, the heart of everything between them.

They flew with the bikes dismantled, and when they arrived in the valley, the landscape left them speechless. Green hills, the river winding below, and, on a bend, the silhouette of a medieval castle that seemed to hang in the air.

The first day was gentle, more about acclimatizing than effort. They pedaled twenty kilometers with tourist stops, had lunch on a terrace with a plate of duck confit and shared a bottle of local wine. After coffee, Adrián looked at the still-high sky and smiled.

—Come on, we still have daylight and the scenery deserves another stretch —he said.

She nodded happily. They rode along back roads, crossed stone bridges, and skirted vineyards until he stopped by the riverbank behind some poplars to take a leak.

***

—Nerea, come here, look at this —he called.

She came closer and, seeing him with his cock in his hand, dropped to her knees on instinct, thinking she knew what he wanted.

—I only came to piss and called you over for the view —Adrián said, amused—. But since you’re here, hold it while I do it.

She swallowed, moved close to him, and carefully held the base of his cock. The stream came out hot and firm, and Nerea, fascinated and tense at the same time, followed the golden arc as it fell onto the grass. He never looked away from her, as if obedience excited him more than the relief of emptying his bladder. When the stream began to shorten and tremble, a few drops splashed onto Nerea’s knuckles and she smiled, breathing in that sour, animal smell from the riverbank.

Adrián finished with a shudder. He shook off the last drop, tucked himself away, and instead of moving her aside, brushed her cheek with the tip of his wet fingers.

—Good girl —he murmured, with a satisfied tone that made her thighs clench without her even realizing it.

She bent down and kissed the still-warm tip before standing up. He held her chin for a second, as if approving her.

—Now don’t be lazy and pack up, we still have more to go —he said, while doing some gentle stretches.

Nerea took out a handkerchief, wiped a couple of warm drops from her neck, and started putting things away in the panniers. He watched her with approval. It was a silent pact: he led, she trusted.

That night they slept in a small country house overlooking the vineyards. After a restorative shower, they had dinner with a board of local cheeses and a glass of red, talking about the castles they would see the next day.

—It’s been a good day —Nerea said, massaging her sore thighs.

—Tomorrow will be better —he replied, already thinking about how to make her push a little harder.

In the room, Adrián eased the strain with a deep massage. He found the tension points, pressed his fingers in with precision, and worked out the small knots beginning to form. When the muscles regained their supple firmness, the massage turned into caresses. He slowly lifted her T-shirt, running his palm over her stomach, and when he reached her ass he noticed the saddle had already left the skin a little irritated. He kissed her tenderly, first the curve of her hip, then the warm flesh of her buttocks, and she let out a trembling sigh that she wasn’t sure was relief or hunger.

—Now it’s your turn —she said—. Should I do it on my knees, like at home?

He nodded slightly and lay down, taking up the whole bed.

She knelt between his legs and unbuttoned his pants with eager fingers. She took him out slowly, feeling the hard, hot bulge spring in her hand, and licked him from base to tip as if she wanted to taste exactly how far her patience went. Adrián let out a rough gasp, bracing his hands on the sheet. Nerea kept going, opening her lips around the crown, sucking in rhythm, taking him as deep as her throat would allow, then coming back up with saliva shining on his skin. He looked down at her, breathing in ragged bursts, while she alternated tongue, lips, and pressure, growing more confident each time, hungrier for his reaction.

When he was about to come, he grabbed her by the hair and pulled her away, gently but firmly.

—Not yet. Tonight I want you giving orders more than asking —he said, and made her open her mouth to take him again, slow, deep, until Nerea was left hanging from the tip with wet eyes and ragged breathing.

***

The next few days were a mix of exertion and pleasure. Every morning, after a light breakfast, they rode between thirty-five and sixty kilometers, visiting castles perched on rock, boxwood gardens, and halls full of tapestries. Adrián assessed Nerea’s condition at the end of each route; if he saw she had energy left, he’d look for a climb to stretch the day a little longer.

—You’re improving, but you still haven’t caught up to me —he teased.

She laughed, tired and proud of her progress. The long days began to take their toll in the form of small chafing spots they soothed with cream every night, though hers lasted longer than his.

The night before the hardest route, nearly ninety kilometers of gentle but continuous inclines, Nerea was restless. While they waited for dinner, he noticed her nerves.

—I know you’re worried —he said in a soft but firm voice—. But I trust you can do it.

—I’m not so sure, Adrián. I’m exhausted and I’m afraid I won’t measure up.

He looked at her seriously.

—I want you to promise me. I don’t want to hear any more doubts. Do you understand?

—I promise, but...

—If you’re going to doubt, then I need you to be more committed —he cut her off—. Tonight there will be a punishment for your doubts. And tomorrow, if you don’t meet the goals I set for you, there will be consequences.

—What kind of punishment? —she asked, with a knot in her stomach.

Adrián smiled without losing his calm.

—You’ll know after dinner. It’s going to be fun. At least for me —he added, winking at her.

—All right. I’ll do what you ask.

Then he leaned over the table with an expression that mixed playfulness and command.

—Ask the waiter for the spiciest thing they have.

—Spicy? For what?

—Just do it. Trust me.

Confused, Nerea called the waiter and asked for the hottest thing in the house. The man raised an eyebrow, puzzled, and came back with a jar of ground cayenne.

—Use it sparingly —he warned, setting it down on the tablecloth.

She took it with a mix of uncertainty and resignation. She spent the whole dinner expecting him to tell her to put the spice on her food, but the order never came. She felt relieved: she feared that spice, not in her mouth, but the next day, with her backside already so irritated by the saddle.

Adrián explained how she should ride the next day, gave her a handshake to seal the pact, and sent her to the room. He went up a few minutes later, after finishing a local liqueur while chatting in broken French with the waiter.

***

He found her already in bed, in pajamas. But he wasn’t done with his plans, and he made that clear as soon as their lips met. He kissed her hungrily, pushing her onto the mattress, and let his hands roam over her body, down her waist, up over the curve of her tits, squeezing her hard nipples through the fabric. When he brushed against the irritated skin on her ass, she let out a low moan, caught between pain and desire.

He pulled away from the kiss and looked into her eyes. He saw submission and desire burning there together, and knew she was ready. He went to the bedside table, took out a bottle of lubricant, and poured some onto his fingers. Nerea’s heart raced with each second, because she already knew that look: the one he had when he’d decided there was no turning back.

Adrián came up behind her. His fingers traced the curves of her ass, caressed the chafed spots, and slid slowly between her cheeks, searching for the tight entrance. First he opened her patiently, coating the irritated skin well with the warm substance; then he slid in one finger, then two, drawing out a long, broken gasp as she braced herself on the bed so she wouldn’t fall. The friction on the sensitive flesh tore a sob from her, but also a spasm of pleasure that made her arch her back. He never stopped moving his hand, alternating pressure and caresses, rubbing the ring of entry until he had her wet, prepared, trembling all over.

—I know this is part of what I deserve —she murmured, pushing back against his hand.

—That’s it —he answered, lowering his voice—. Like that. Hold it for me.

Without warning, he withdrew his fingers and stood up. Nerea turned around, her heart hammering as she saw his determined, almost feverish look. Adrián bent her over onto her hands and knees on the floor, and positioned himself behind her. She felt the tip first, hot and hard, resting at her entrance; then the slow, unbearable pressure as he breathed deeply and filled her little by little, centimeter by centimeter, until she was breathless and her fingers were dug into the carpet.

—That’s it. Don’t move —he growled.

The pain was intense, stinging, but it was part of the game she had agreed to. She let him take her, feeling how he filled her as he moved ever deeper, thrusting with contained force, then with harder blows that made her clench her teeth. Each thrust drew a moan and a jolt through her hips; each pause, a dirtier need for him to keep going. He held her waist, setting the rhythm, and Nerea ended up matching his movement, offering him her ass, arching so she could take him better. The sound of skin against skin filled the room, wet, brutal, until he began to lose control.

—Fuck, how tight you are —he muttered through clenched teeth, sinking in again and again.

Nerea could barely answer. She felt her body open, sensitive, alive, and at the same time an excitement so strong it beat between her legs. She clung to the carpet, tired and sore, while he sped up, drove her to the edge, forced her to endure more than she thought possible. Tremors climbed her thighs and through her belly, and when he moaned her name, he went rigid for a few seconds before spilling inside her with a full-body shudder, hot and heavy.

Afterward, she crawled to him, took him in her mouth, and cleaned him slowly, looking him in the eye, swallowing the last pulse of his orgasm with a discipline that made him smile. She licked the base, gathered the cum with her tongue, and drank it with the natural ease of someone who knows exactly how to end a punishment that was really a reward.

—You’re mine —he said, stroking her copper hair—. Body and soul.

He lifted her onto his lap and she wrapped her arms around his neck. They both knew that this was only the beginning.

***

But the real punishment still hadn’t come. Adrián took her to the bathroom. The dim light made the atmosphere more intimate and secret. On the sink he had left a jar of petroleum jelly and the cayenne canister she herself had brought.

—Your punishment tonight is to apply this to the chafed spots —he said, showing her both containers.

—Spice on the chafing? That’s going to hurt! —she protested, incredulous.

—I know —he answered calmly—. But it’s the way for you to face your doubts and arrive prepared for tomorrow.

He mixed the petroleum jelly in a bowl with a good dose of cayenne until it formed a thick, reddish paste, and handed it to her.

—Start with a little and see how well you can handle it.

Nerea smeared a tiny bit onto the irritated skin, and the burn hit immediately. Tears filled her eyes as she tried not to complain.

—It stings so much —she whispered, her voice trembling.

He came closer, wiped her tears away with his thumbs, and held her.

—I know, baby. Hold out a little longer. Put it on again, I’m with you.

She kept applying the stinging cream, trying hard to stay calm. When he saw she was nearing her limit, he took a big glob on his fingers and pushed it in as deeply as he could. Nerea let out a muffled cry and jerked, opening suddenly under the burning pressure, her knees weak and her mouth half open.

Adrián put the jar away, took her chin, and looked into her eyes.

—Remember it. If you falter tomorrow on the route, I won’t hesitate to repeat the treatment —he said, with a smile that was both threat and tenderness.

With the burning still alive on her skin, she nodded. He sat her on his lap, stroked her hair, and wiped away the last tears.

—You’re doing very well. Tomorrow it’ll be worth it.

—Forgive me for doubting you —she murmured, taking refuge against his chest.

In the middle of the night she woke up: the stinging wouldn’t let her sleep. He suggested a shower to soothe it, and she thanked him for it. Adrián went back to bed satisfied with the level of obedience he had achieved, and fell asleep happy as a child.

***

At dawn, Nerea faced the final route determined to prove she could handle everything. Adrián rode beside her, attentive. After a particularly hard climb, he turned to her.

—How’s the stinging? Still bothering you? —he asked, smiling.

—It still stings, but it’s bearable —she answered firmly—. I don’t want any more spice, so I’m going to push the pace.

—The sooner we finish, the less rubbing —he nodded—. I barely notice it anymore.

She gritted her teeth and pedaled with renewed energy, driven by the promise of a less painful end. There was a moment, around kilometer seventy, when the accumulated fatigue hit her all at once.

—Adrián... I think I need a break.

He stopped to drink some water, but soon encouraged her again.

—Come on, we’re almost there. Five kilometers and we’re done.

Exhausted but unable to disappoint him, Nerea pedaled to the village where they would spend the night. She was worn out and proud to have pushed past her limits. That night, after a light dinner, he stroked her face.

—I’m proud of you. I knew you could do it. We didn’t even need to go back to the cream.

***

The next day they took a train to Bordeaux, where they would spend their last night before returning home. They arrived exhausted but fulfilled. Nerea, dead tired, suggested spending the afternoon sleeping at the hotel. Adrián had other plans.

—The clothes are all dirty and wrinkled. I want you to wash them and iron them this afternoon.

—Adrián, we do that at home with the washing machine! I’m exhausted.

—I know you’re tired —he replied with a wicked smile, lying back on the sofa—. But I want you to obey me. Wash, iron, and then rest.

Resigned, she started washing in the sink, complaining under her breath. He imitated her in a shrill, ridiculous voice:

—Oh, I can’t believe I have to wash clothes in the sink! —he exaggerated, and added a few lines of his own—. “And on top of that you want to smear that horrible cream on me again.”

Despite her exhaustion, Nerea ended up laughing. Adrián, seeing her give in to laughter, settled even more comfortably on the sofa, satisfied with his little victory, and fell asleep with a smile while she kept doing the laundry.

That night they sat on the hotel balcony. The city lights and the silhouette of the bell tower stood out against the sky. Reclining against his chest, she smiled.

—Thank you for this adventure. It was perfect, despite everything. Not just because of the castles, but because of these moments together, even when things didn’t turn out the way I expected.

—They turned out the way I expected —he replied, holding her close—. I enjoyed every minute. And this will be the first of many routes.

Watching the lights, they both knew the trip had been not only a test of physical endurance, but something that had brought them even closer together. And both of them sensed, without saying it, that that “stimulating cream” would appear again on some future night.