The Long Day of Revenge (10 page)

“You’ve been a bad girl. You really need to learn to behave.”

Esmeralda opened a dresser drawer and extracted the paddle. It was not monstrous, but a small thing, like kids would play with. Originally it had a ball and elastic band on it, which some child was supposed to hit back and forth, but this had been removed, leaving only the thin wooden portion of the contraption, which was perfect for spanking a naughty behind.

“Get over here and give me that paddle,” Manolo insisted.

Esmeralda protested in feigned objection. “Don’t paddle me.”

“You haven’t been paddled in a long time. You need it.”

It was then the idea hit him.

“In fact, you’ve been so bad, I want you to go stand in the corner and wait for it. You think about how bad you’ve been, and you think about what’s coming. Do it.”

Esmeralda handed him what would soon be her instrument of discipline and obeyed, going to a corner of the room, and with her hands at her side, placed her head in the corner of the wall.

“How long do I have to stay here?” she asked, deep into the role.

“As long as I tell you. If I want you to stand there all night while I look at you naked, you will.”

Esmeralda nodded in understanding.

“You’re not going to be able to sit for a week,” Manolo advised her. “You’re going to learn a lesson you won’t soon forget.”

Manolo started to grow hard again. So soon after coming should have been impossible, but a miracle was happening this evening. He was already starting to twitch a little down there.

“I’m gonna punish your ass.”

Lustfully, he studied the very ass he intended to discipline. She had a darker complexion than Lucinda and was slightly shorter.

“You know?” he mused while caught up in the game. “Maybe I should be spanked. I’m the one who is cheating on his wife. I wouldn’t have come here if I was not a strange person.”

It was then the rage overtook him, so convincing he wasn’t sure if it was real or staged.

“But you tempted me. That’s why you’re a bad girl. Instead of just giving me a massage, you went down on me. Now I’m an adulterer and it’s your fault, not mine.”

He really didn’t mean what he said. Not entirely. There was some truth in it all, though, and this enabled him to plunge deeper into his fantasy role. It would make spanking a stranger much easier.

“Is the world full of bad girls?” he asked. “Is every girl out there bad beneath the surface? Do women all think and act the same way? Like you, Esmeralda. You are a very bad girl. You work in a place like this. You do whatever men want. Any man! You use your body for profit.”

“And you use your body for profit too,” Esmeralda retorted. It was a very good answer. Almost too good.

“Don’t talk. You’re being punished. Just listen.”

Esmeralda stiffened from her position in the corner, shaking her ass as if in preparation for the blows she knew would be coming.

“I do put my body on the line. Yet you and I are not so unalike, are we? We do the bidding of others. You slave yourself out to men. I slave myself out to the public. The thing is, if Gaditano kills me and I do not kill him on the long day of revenge, I will be remembered throughout history. You will not be remembered, because others will come, right here, to replace you. So I’m the wiser of the two of us and the braver. You’re just a bad girl. That’s all you are. Maybe a spanking will wise you up, and you won’t be here when I come back again. Maybe I’ll spank your ass so hard you’ll find another trade.”

“I doubt that,” Esmeralda answered over her shoulder.

“You’re spoiling the moment,” Manolo shot back at her. “Just listen. This is building to something.

“Sorry,” she contested. “It’s just you are very good at this.”

“I’ve had lots of practice with a reluctant wife.”

Stepping out of character for a moment, Esmeralda turned slightly and pondered the situation, as she faced the man with the paddle in hand.

“Is it okay if I ask you something?”

Manolo nodded.

“When you spank your wife, is it for foreplay or punishment?”

It was not something he expected to have thrown at him, and he took considerable time to answer.

“Both. She doesn’t like either though. I want her to learn to like it, but she won’t. The more I spank her, the more resistant she gets.”

“She’ll never learn to like it,” Esmeralda remarked, moving herself back into the corner. “You’re better off coming here when you’re in Nogales.”

Manolo had no answer for her. Instead, he studied her nakedness, looking at every inch of her unclothed body from behind. Hot. Inviting. Seductive. Here was a true embodiment of temptation. If he was the master at his profession, then she was the master at hers.

“Your pussy was delicious,” was the best he could come up with.

“And so was your cock.”

Again, Manolo found himself thinking out loud.

“Will I be punished for my sins like the guy in
Blood & Sand
? Will God punish me for what I am doing here? Will God punish you? Will we be punished for our sins?”

“We will not be punished for our sins,” Esmeralda said in a soft voice, speaking not to him, but the corner of the room. She was somewhat hard to hear, but the words rang true. “No, we will not be punished for our sins. I think we will be punished by them.”

Once more, Manolo was amazed, stunned by such philosophy and insight for a woman of this profession standing in such an unlikely place as the corner of the room.

“How old are you? Truthfully.”

“Twenty four.”

“So wise for someone so young. Just like me, and just like my wife, we have all aged way beyond our actual years.”

“You bring her up again. Do you feel guilty for being here? If you do, then you need to paddle my ass to teach me a lesson for leading you astray. I know I’ve been bad tonight. I know I deserve a good paddling.”

“Then that is what you’re getting.”

Esmeralda shivered with the words, for even if this was something she enjoyed and profited from, she knew it was going to hurt. Any way it was regarded, the fact had to be a bit unsettling.

“What I want is for you to come back to the bed and kneel across it on your hands and knees, but I want your ass over the edge. Do you understand? If you do, then get over there.”

Esmeralda turned, exposing her body in full frontal nudity. She was a work of beauty.

“Do it now.”

Silently, Esmeralda walked past him and started to assume the position. As she did, however, she touched his cheek.

“Do you want a safe word?” Manolo asked.

“We don’t use safe words here. When I get spanked, I get spanked for real. That’s why I’m here. I’m bad.”

Desire rampaged through the mind and body of Manolo Garza as he stood naked with paddle in hand, watching the equally naked girl kneel, as if she was about to be fucked in the ass. He legs were wide, so he could see both the pussy that had tasted so wonderful just a short time before, and her asshole, which begged to be penetrated. These delights, however, would be ignored in favor of his true purpose.

“You are a temptress. You are evil. You are a serpent beneath the disguise of a beautiful woman. You have caused me to fall into sin, and you will be going to hell. Don’t worry though. I’ll be down there with you some day. Satan is a friend of mine. We met once in a dream.”

Esmeralda yelped so loudly when the first strike came against the right side of her ass, she did not hear the rest of the words.

“I met him before that time. I met him in a tienta in Hermosillo.”

“Owwww!” was Esmeralda’s only answer.

Again the paddle struck home, this time on the opposite side of Esmeralda’s bare ass, and again she yelped, jerking her body on her hands and knees.

“Give me the pillow to bite,” she said in baited breath. “I’m going to start to scream otherwise.”

With his free hand, Manolo offered the pillow to her and she took it eagerly, biting down. Her cries would be muffled, but that was acceptable.

“Bad girl.”

Five more times he struck. With each point of contact, she sucked in her breath and made a hissing sound rather than a scream of anguish. The pillow trick worked well.

“You’re going to be starting to bruise soon. Well, this may get you a night or two off of work, so I should make you thank me for this!”

“Thank you, sir,” Esmeralda gasped out as she released her death grip on the pillow. “Thank you.”

“Don’t thank me,” he ordered, stroking her twice more, which brought out yells. “Bite the pillow. You’re going to be a lot more bruised when I’m done with you. This is punishment.”

Esmeralda bit the pillow again.

“What if I fucked you right now?” he asked. “I bet if I got you pregnant you would take me to court and sue me, wouldn’t you? You’re an evil girl waiting to trap me!”

“I can’t get pregnant right now,” Esmeralda answered from her precarious position. “I’m on the birth control pills.”

Manolo slapped her hard again, and since she had no time to bite the pillow, she screamed.

“Ieoowwwwwwwww.”

“That’s a sin, too. What kind of a good Catholic girl are you!”

“I left the church,” she panted out. “I stopped believing in all of that stuff they said. I’m a bad girl, and if I am going to the devil, I am going to go for a reason. If hell even exists!”

“Bad girl,” he reiterated, paddling all the harder. “Bad girl.”

Esmeralda started to cry real tears as she bit back into the pillow, accepting everything given to her.

“You have been bad!”

Esmeralda should have believed in God, as a great thing had happened. With the ability of a centaur, Manolo was stiff once again, and placing the paddle next to her, he sank himself into the waiting cave between his partner’s legs. She lifted her head and gave a moan, both out of pleasure and pain as his body pressed against her burning buttocks.

“Ohhhhhh…”

Savagely, he started to thrust, making her groan all the more.

“Og! Aw! Igg! Og! Oooooooo!”

She rocked her bottom half in timing to his penetrations, receiving them with gusto. The noises she made grew louder. It was not long before both were ready to come again.

“Do me! Oooooo! Do me!”

“You aren’t supposed to be enjoying this,” he said flatly as he withdrew from her, causing her to give out a loud cry of displeasure. “You’re being punished.”

“Noooo,” she wailed as she reached the brink of orgasm again. “Nooooooo.”

Once more, the whacks with the paddle came, causing her to shake and dance in her kneeling position against them. Finally, she could take no more and moved a hand protectively over the building welts, but this brought even more stern chastisement.

“Move that hand. You know better than that.”

Again, she bit the pillow, willingly receiving all that was dished out to her. This drove her tormentor onward, and again he went deep between her legs, fucking rather than delivering a spanking.

“Oh. Ow. Ow! Ow! Oh!

Esmeralda continued to cry out in pleasure amid her pain.

“Ow. Ow. Oh. Uj. Ihhhh!”

It was as the animalistic noises rose to a crescendo that he pulled out once more and resumed paddling, increasing her torment.

“Pleeassseeee,” she whined, and there was no doubt this was for real. “I want to come.”

Her objections turned to smothered cries once more as she bit into the fabric of the pillow. Had she not done so, they would have heard her in the street.

“I bet you’ve never had a beating like this before. This will make you think before you act. You’re a bad girl and this is what bad girls get! You’re a temptress! You’re a bad thing! You’re evil!”

“Oh, God,” she protested, releasing herself from the pillow out of sheer torment. “Oh, God! Oh, please!”

“Don’t look for God to help you now. You said you do not believe in God.”

Once more the whapping halted, and Esmeralda was so deeply penetrated a third time, with her backside on fire as if someone had held a blow torch to it, and her loins flooded with her own secretions.

“Igg! Oh! Oh! I want to come again! Ugh! I need it! Oh!”

It was then yet another idea came to Manolo.

Reaching down, he spread Esmeralda’s red ass as wide as he could and drove his rock hard prick into her asshole, feeling the tightness as her anus resisted the violation.

“OWWWWWWWWWWWW!” Esmeralda screamed as she tensed from what was happening. “OWWWWW!”

He required only a few thrusts before he squirted again, this time releasing a small dab of fluid, though the feelings were far more intense. As he pulled out, he fell backward to the floor and looked up at the ceiling, exhausted.

He was not sure, but he thought he heard Esmeralda collapse in a heap of gasping flesh as well.

“I came like crazy,” she managed to choke out. “You fuck good.”

Her tears had evidently started to dry.

“I’ll be back.”

The girl disappeared into the bathroom again, and when she reemerged, she was wearing a pair of black panties obtained from someplace. How she was able to stand the fabric pressing against her ruptured ass was amazing to him.

“I rubbed ointment on after the spanking,” she announced, as if she had read his mind. “I hope you don’t mind for now. You really busted my butt.”

In her hand she held the wash rag again.

“Let me clean that dick off.”

As she did her housekeeping, she looked down at the scar, not repulsed, but fixated.

“We still have some time left. Is there anything else you would like me to do?”

Manolo climbed upon the bed and fell face deep into it.

“Maybe just talk a bit?”

“Sure,” Esmeralda answered, kneeling beside him. As she did, a new throbbing came to her ass, and she rubbed it freely now. “Sure thing.”

There was a great length of silence before Manolo spoke.

“So how does your ass feel?”

Esmeralda reached back and rubbed again.

“Hot. Burning. It makes me want to come again.”

“So you like me to spank you?”

Esmeralda thought for a moment as she continued to rub.

“I like everything. From men and women both. That’s why I do what I do here. Why not get paid for what I enjoy doing?”