Your Punishments

zara's pov.

woke up unusually early with an unsettling feeling in my stomach. It felt like I was about to throw up. My head throbbed painfully, and my whole body ached. Everything hurt. I couldn’t remember much of anything.

But then, I felt his gentle hands on me.

He calmed me down, gave me some medication, and softly whispered something I couldn’t quite catch but found comfort in. His voice was low, loving, and safe. I felt secure again. With his arms wrapped around me, I drifted back to sleep for the second time.

Later that day, I stretched and yawned. The pain in my body was gone. No more headache. My tummy didn’t hurt anymore, either. I felt refreshed and oddly relaxed.

I reached across the bed with my hands, but a wave of disappointment hit me—Vulvan wasn’t there.

After spending a few more minutes refusing to get up, I finally sat up and opened my eyes—and immediately locked eyes with a piercing pair of emerald green ones. He was sitting on the couch across from the bed, shirtless, sculpted, and intense.

His gaze was fixed on me, burning through me like I was sitting naked in front of him. It made my breath hitch in my throat. I looked down at myself. I was wearing his shirt. He must have changed me last night.

That’s when it hit me.

Last night.

The realization poured over me like ice water. I had gotten drunk. I had lost control—and I had done it all in front of Vulvan.

I buried my face in a pillow, trying to hide from the shame crawling up my skin. I had no idea what I did or said. But from the way he was staring, I could tell he remembered everything.

And worse, he was enjoying every second of my embarrassment.

He smiled faintly, as if reading my thoughts, taking in all of my shyness like it was something to savor.

"How are you feeling now?" he asked, as his eyes roomed my body.

“Ehm... I’m a lot better now,” I said truthfully, though my voice was small.

“Good,” he adjusted himself on the couch. “because you’ll need to feel better to handle what’s coming your way.”

I frowned, confused. What did he mean? What was coming?

I felt shy with the way he looked at me it almost made me melt. my only thought now was to leave, but I felt stuck, like time had paused. We just stared at each other, saying nothing, our eyes locked. His silence made me even more nervous. I didn’t know what he was thinking. And I hated not remembering what happened.

I finally gathered enough courage to step down from the bed. My heart was beating fast, and still, he said nothing. His calmness only made my chest tighter, like something big was coming.

“Come here.” I heard him say the moment my feet touched the floor.

I froze.

My heart skipped.

I turned and slowly walked over to him. He held my waist and pulled me to sit on his lap. The warmth of his skin against me sent a jolt through my body.

“Do you remember anything from last night?” he asked, eyes searching mine.

I shook my head. “No…”

I bit my lip. “How bad was it?”

He smirked, and it wasn’t a kind one. It was the kind that screamed trouble.

“Bad enough to make me want to cripple you,” he whispered. “By the time I’m done with you, you’ll remember everything. Don’t worry.”

He shifted me to stand between his legs. I swallowed hard, trying to follow where his attention was. Then I noticed it—my hardened nipples showing through his shirt. His shirt. Nothing underneath. I quickly covered my chest with my palms and clenched my thighs together. But he slapped my hands away. I felt exposed—vulnerable.

“Do you remember our agreement?” he asked.

I blinked, confused.

“You delay in coming back to me, you get spanked.”

My eyes widened.

Oh God.

how could I have forgotten.

"You disobeyed me last night, zara. on top of that, you decided to take it even further by getting drunk. " He starts to slowly raise his shirt on me. "Do you know how frustrationing that was?. Knowing I couldn’t touch you. Feel you. Ruin you. " He reaches my hip, wanting to expose my most vulnerable part. I held his hand, shaking my head not to, but I regretted my actions as his stares bored holes on me.

“Now, I’m going to spank you. And I’m going to make sure I fulfil the promise I made.”

With one swift move, he pulled the shirt over my head and flung it across the room.

I stood there naked, exposed in every possible way. A part of me trembled in fear. Another part of me was excited—like I was secretly waiting for this moment. Even though it felt like a death wish.

“Go lay on the bed. Tummy flat,” he ordered.

I hesitated for a second. But I knew better. I walked to the bed and lay flat on my stomach, bracing myself.

I felt the bed dip as he climbed on. His hand grabbed one of my ass cheeks and began to massage it gently.

“Any last words?” he asked softly, still rubbing me. I didn’t have time to answer.

Spank.

I gasped—no, I screamed.

His hand left a sharp, stinging pain on my left cheek. Instinctively, my hand reached back to soothe it, but he caught it.

“If you touch where I hit, I’ll start all over,” he warned. “Be a good girl and count while I spank.”

“It hu—ahhh!” Spank.

The same cheek. Again.

“Vulvan, please… it’s hurting…”

A tear slipped out of my eye. This wasn’t what I expected. I thought I could handle the pain—but his hands were much stronger than I imagined.

“Someone’s not counting.” Spank.

I couldn’t stop myself—my hand shot back to protect my burning cheek.

This time, he let me.

He leaned close to my ear. “You know what happens when you touch. Right?.”

I turned to look at him with teary eyes, hoping he’d have mercy. But it only made his smirk grow deeper. It gave him more reason.