Punishment

When the bathroom door opened, I already had the gun raised and a very clear idea of how I was going to bring that bastard to heel before we left.

I spent half an hour preparing provocations for a room full of women. What I hadn't prepared for was what they would do to me when I lost control.

They sat on either side of me, sure they were going to undo me with their games. I let them believe it all through dinner, and took control in five minutes.

I thought I was watching without anyone noticing. When I entered the locker room to hide my erection, she was already waiting with two friends.

She avoided looking him in the eyes when she opened the door, afraid he would discover what she had kept silent for months: she desired the man who dominated her own daughter.

I accepted the invitation because I felt special. I woke up naked, with a collar on my neck and a woman who had already decided what she’d turn me into.

Three offenses, three punishments. For the first time, someone forced her to choose which one she would endure: the hardest part was not the pain, but choosing it herself.

He never imagined he would find the women in his family collecting a debt behind that door—or that he would end up enjoying every second.

He had spent years delivering boys to the temple while dreaming of possessing the high priestess. On the night of the full moon, his wish came true in the worst possible way.

For weeks he watched her from his window; the night he climbed the fence, he understood that she would decide everything that happened between them.

I knocked on the door knowing I’d gone too far this time, and the woman who opened it accepted no excuses—only obedience.

Each strike against her skin aroused her more, and Renata didn’t know whether the worst part was surrendering or discovering someone was watching from the top of the stairs.

We had rehearsed every gesture, every word, every limit. The game was ours and ours alone—until two strangers appeared among the trees and changed everything.

The last thing I remembered was toasting with a beautiful woman. The next, waking on a basement floor, weak, naked, and with no possible escape.

Rubén was laughing at the blonde’s body on the screen, certain she wouldn’t last a minute. He had no idea he’d be the one ending up on the floor.

I woke up handcuffed to a chain, a collar around my neck and a gag tasting of filth. In front of me, the lady was smiling: she was only just beginning with me.

I had spent weeks dreaming about that afternoon, but nothing prepared me for the first order you gave me the moment you closed the door behind me.

The woman who chained me in that basement wasn’t after pleasure: she meant to teach me, blow by blow, that my body no longer belonged to me and that her word was the only law.

We crossed that threshold knowing that, once we did, we would no longer have any will of our own until Monday. Neither of us wanted to turn back.

I walked into your room without warning, my voice low and my calm the kind that means I’ve already decided everything. This time there were no half-replies: you were going to learn the hard way.