Arrogant Master Submits to His Little Wife

The wind grew fiercer as thunder roared above, and the rain descended mercilessly upon the earth. For an hour, Leticia had been standing in the mansion's courtyard, enduring the punishment meted out by Damian. It was a mere accident-Leticia's unintended nudge had spilled a drink on Damian's lover, drenching the beautiful woman's skirt. Evening was approaching, the rain relentless. Yet Damian had not given her leave to enter the shelter of the mansion. Buffeted by the gale, Leticia began to tremble with cold. Her petite frame shook as she fought the chill, and her lips had turned pale. "Be strong, Leti," she whispered to herself, a semblance of comfort. "Keep your OON courage; he did not strike you, so this punishment is bearable." Leticia was no stranger to such trials; growing up, she often faced various punishments at her foster parents' house. Once, she had been confined to a shed for three days straight, and she had emerged unscathed. So, enduring the downpour was of little consequence, the punishment not so severe. Two hours passed, yet Leticia still stood firm in the yard as the rain began to ebb. Laughter-a woman's accompanied by a man's-spilled from the now-open mansion door. Damian and his lover appeared, poised to venture out. Their laughter ceased upon seeing Leticia, drenched and unmoving. Damian's gaze fell upon the downcast figure of Leticia, her frail body visibly shaken by cold. "Come, darling!" Damian's lover cooed, looping her arm through his with affectionate ease. "Let's go!" Damian responded, wrapping his arm around her waist. They passed by Leticia, who remained rooted to her spot. Damian swung the car door open for his companion, shutting it with a definitive thud. He then strode to the driver's side, the vehicle pulling away, leaving his mansion behind. Leticia still stood, exhaling deeply. Damian did not permit her return inside. Her neck ached from bowing; Leticia lifted her head heavenward, where only a drizzle remained. "Miss Leticia, come inside! It's late!" called out Aunt Lina, hurrying to Leticia's side in the courtyard. "The master has yet to allow my entry," Leticia shivered, her voice quivering with cold. "The master just called; he said you may come in," Aunt Lina informed her. Aunt Lina, guiding the shivering girl, led her through a side entrance. Leticia was not housed in the main quarters of the mansion; she had been relegated by Damian to a small pavilion in the back. Her duties were to tend the rear garden and the lawns, both before and behind the mansion, and occasionally serve Damian's guests with refreshments. Aunt Lina had already prepared a warm bath for Leticia. She assisted in stripping the soaked garments from Leticia's frame. Aunt Lina found Damian's treatment of his wife to be cruel; if he never wanted to marry Leticia, he should not have wed her to begin with. "Thank you, Aunt..." Leticia uttered softly. "I've readied a meal for Miss Leti; go bathe, and I'll bring dinner here," Aunt Lina offered. Leticia nodded, then retreated to the bathroom. In the tub, Aunt Lina had placed warm water; Leticia gingerly dipped her feet in. She submerged her nude body into the warm water, the chill fading once half-immersed. Leticia scrubbed herself hastily, unwilling to linger in the bath. To be continued.....