The Professor Broke My Pride with Her Punishment
When she closed the classroom door and smiled as if she already knew what she was going to do, I realized too late that I wouldn’t be the one controlling the game.
When she closed the classroom door and smiled as if she already knew what she was going to do, I realized too late that I wouldn’t be the one controlling the game.
I went into the garage in the tightest dress I owned, with no panties underneath, determined to make that son of a bitch return every last peso he’d stolen from my husband.
We entered the sex shop’s private room trembling, but no one imagined how far that woman would take us.
I got separated from my friends, accepted a drink from some tourists, and when I came to my senses I was already on my knees in the sand surrounded by men.
After a minor mistake, her punishment ends not in tears but in a shower where obedience turns into pure hunger.
When the phone vibrated, I was already wet; I knew he was waiting in the same bathroom, with haste, contempt, and the cock I had never learned to refuse.
She burned his trousers to tease him, and when he caught her, she knew she would pay for her prank with her whole body.
I was only going to sell him a wet thong, but when he gave me his first order, I was already spread-legged, trembling, and eager to obey.
When I knelt before her, I thought I could take it. Half an hour later, her foot was on my face, and I no longer knew where my will ended.
When they brought him to the pool, he was still smiling. He stopped as soon as he understood that women ran things there.
At the gallery, I pretended to have everything under control—until a stranger ordered me to put down my glass and obey.
When he opened the door and saw her ex on the porch, he knew he was about to lose her in front of his eyes again.
It began with absurd orders at the office and ended with me spread for clients, strangers, and unforgettable parties.
I had swallowed his insults for two years. That afternoon I found the file that changed everything—and knew exactly how I would make him pay for every humiliation.
I met her at the hotel bar: elegant, short blond hair, and a smile that had already decided what would happen to me. I never imagined why she had chosen me.
I prepared breakfast on all fours so I wouldn't wake her. I never imagined that before nightfall she'd explain, smiling, that I was merely her investment.
I had been Renata only at night for months, until he held my gaze in the street as if he knew exactly what I was hiding beneath my coat.
Every Thursday night, he knocked on the parish priest’s door with his head bowed. No one in town imagined what happened once the gate was bolted.
I painted my wife’s nails red for her date with another man. She held the only key to what kept me locked up—and that night changed everything.
For years we were no-strings-attached lovers, and she was always in charge. The day she signed my dismissal, I decided that, for once, I would set the terms.