Punishment

Two friends leave work, change clothes, and disappear into the night. This time the prey is a drunk boy outside a nightclub, and the deserted cove will see everything.

Two men enter The Showcase thinking they’re untouchable. Only one will leave as he arrived; the other, the audience has already decided to turn into something sweet, obedient, and forever different.

The office door was left ajar, and without meaning to, I became a witness to something I shouldn’t have seen or heard, but couldn’t look away from.

I rang his bell with trembling hands. Twenty years older, a declared sadist, no mercy. And me, a virgin, begging him to begin the moment he closed the door.

Three weeks without hearing from him, and I couldn’t stand it anymore. I texted “hiii,” and his reply reminded me of the only thing I was to him: his obedient slut.

When Inés opened the tent flap, her girlfriend was already on top of another girl, still panting from an orgasm that wasn’t hers.

When he yanked the towel off me on the porch and the neighbors stopped dinner to stare, I knew that summer was going to be very different from the one I’d imagined.

The phone rang, I said I was going running, and drove to his house. When I came back to my block, the sirens were already waiting for me.

Behind dark glasses, no one knows where a man is looking—and that July afternoon, he decided to look far beyond the edge of the umbrella.

He came to the apartment of a stranger promising not to hold back. He still had no idea how big the cock was that would take his virginity, or how far that paddle could go.

A bully who never learned respect. That day in the park, he was going to get the lesson he’d never forget, from the very hands he tried to humiliate.

They asked to be marked. Valeria spoke first. Cristina nodded. What came after the flame was unlike anything they had imagined.

The whole campus envied the guy Rebeca’s group had taken in. No one knew what it would cost him to belong to them.

I came to Madrid to make beds and mop floors. No one warned me I’d also learn to kneel before two women who would decide everything about me.

I was the impeccable stepmother, the woman who made the rules. But when my stepson appeared naked before me, I knew my rules were made of paper.

When I crossed the dungeon’s threshold, she held out her hand for me to kiss. Then she pointed to the floor. I knew the night would be long.

She came into the study with a look that left no room for questions. She ordered me to strip. Her meeting started in twenty minutes, and I was going to be her entertainment.

She tied the ropes to her wrists and stepped into the muck, unaware that someone was watching from the undergrowth, a razor-sharp knife in hand.

I thought facing an untrained woman would be easy. Her first bear hug erased that idea from my mind forever.

She always said my body betrayed me before my voice did. That afternoon, after running into an old friend, she was going to prove it in the rawest way possible.