"Punishment"
That night, the house felt heavier than usual.
I lay in my bed, still wearing the soft white panties I had deliberately put on that morning. The defiance from earlier had started to fade, replaced by a nervous flutter in my stomach. I knew Louis wasn’t the type to let my disobedience slide. The way he had looked at me during dinner calm on the surface, but with that dark hunger burning underneath — told me he was planning something.
I had just started drifting off when I heard it.
The unmistakable sound of the bedroom door down the hall opening and closing. Then the low murmur of voices. Mum’s soft laugh. Louis’s deep voice saying something I couldn’t quite make out.
My eyes snapped open.
A few minutes later, the sounds began.
First came the rhythmic creaking of the bed
