Chapter 20: Oh I Want to Do It...

Continued from chapter 19:

Amy listens in horror and morbid fascination as I outline my desires for her punishment. Each word sends a fresh wave of dread and shame coursing through her body.

She knows she has no right to object, no grounds to refuse whatever humiliations and torments Brielle and I deem fit to inflict upon her. This is the price of her betrayal, the penance she must pay to even begin to make amends.

Controlling her shaking voice, Amy speaks up.

“Brielle, I understand your ****, your disbelief. But I swear to you, I am ready to endure any degradation, any pain, to prove my love and loyalty to Ero. My body, my pride, my very sanity—I place them all in your capable hands.”

Her voice quavers with a mixture of fear and perverse anticipation as she continues.

“If…”

“If what, Amelia?” Brielle's voice is like ice.

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Amy swallows hard, forcing herself to continue despite the icy tone in her sister Brielle’s voice.

“If you’re willing to take on this role, to become our mistress and disciplinarian,” Amy says, her voice trembling-

“I promise to obey your every command without hesitation or complaint. I will thank you for each humiliation, each agonizing torment you inflict upon me.”

Her breathing grows ragged as she lays bare the darkest recesses of her psyche.

“Perhaps you could start by stripping me naked, forcing me to parade my shameful body before Ero as a living reminder of my infidelity. Then, with Ero’s assistance, you could subject me to a regime of increasingly intense sexual punishments—spanking, whipping, the denial of pleasure until I beg for release.”

Brielle is silent on the other end, considering.

“Ero,” Brielle finally says, “what about you? Will you submit to me too?”

I interject, feeling the weight of the moment.

“Brielle? I mean, Amy is the cheater. Why do I have to submit? I haven’t been irresponsible. I’m thirty-one years old; you’re not even twenty-one yet. It would be humiliating to put myself under your control like this. Is it really necessary?”

“Yes, it is, Ero,” Brielle replies, her tone firm.

“While you are innocent regarding infidelity, it concerns me that you are too angry to discipline your own wife. She desperately wants you to forgive her. It concerns me that you are abdicating that responsibility to your twenty-year-old sister-in-law.”

She continue-,

“If you are not responsible enough, if you can’t control your anger enough to do what needs to be done, you need discipline and correction too. Don’t you agree?”

A cold pit forms in my stomach. What will it be like to submit to Brielle? The kid sister of my wife, the one I taught how to drive.

“Y-yes, Brielle,” I stammer, feeling the gravity of the situation.

“When you put it like that, it makes sense. I agree to submit to you as well. I have been immature in my actions, and I haven’t been man enough to deal with my own wife’s infidelity because of my out-of-control anger. Please discipline me as you see fit and make me a man worthy of Amy’s love and respect.”

Silence stretches out, taut with tension as Amy holds her breath, waiting for her sister’s verdict. Her palms are slick with sweat, her heart pounding so loudly that she fears Brielle might hear it through the phone. When Brielle finally speaks, her voice is low and measured, tinged with a hint of **** acceptance.

“Very well, Amy. I will do this for Ero’s sake and for the sake of our family. But let me make one thing clear—I will not go easy on you. Every degradation, every agonizing moment will be precisely what you deserve and need to truly understand the gravity of your actions.”

Brielle’s tone hardens, taking on an authoritative edge.

“I expect both of you to give me your complete submission and obedience. You will address me as Mommy or Brielle during our sessions. Failure to comply will result in additional punishments. Is that understood?”

“Yes, Brielle. I understand,” I say, shock coursing through me.

“Yes, Mommy… Brielle. Thank you,” Amy whispers, her voice barely audible.

“Whatever, Amy. I’m so mad at you right now... Do not speak again unless asked.”

“Ero, how long are we looking at here?” Brielle asks, her voice steady.

“How long do you have, Brielle? I know you have a lot going on without having to deal with Amelia’s issues right now. Between cheerleading, being the president of your sorority house, and school, I’m sure this is the last thing you want on your plate.”

“Oh, I want to do it,” Brielle replies, a cold menace in her voice.

“My mom’s cheating ruined our childhood, and it looks like Amy didn’t learn anything from it. I’m going to make sure she learns. Painfully, with humiliations that she can't even imagine in her darkest nightmares.”

She pauses, contemplating.

“I’m coming over tomorrow to start… What did you call it, Amy, you foul bitch? Marriage counseling? Make sure Jenna and Rose are there too.”

“And make no mistake about it, Amelia. After our marriage counseling session, all three of you ladies will live for a week in my sorority, where you will experience some of the most degrading things imaginable, all at the hands of women—girls, really—who are younger, more responsible, and somehow more mature than the three of you are in your late twenties.”

“Ero, you will probably need to join us for that week, so we can train you to restrain your anger and teach you the art of discipline, so you can learn to deal with your own wife properly.”

My face burns with humiliation. I can’t believe this is where we’ve come to. Brielle returns to Amy.

“Amy, I need to hear you say it. I need to hear you repeat what I said and beg me to do it to you.”

Brielle goes silent, waiting for Amy to put her head in the noose.

Amy’s entire body trembles as she processes Brielle’s chilling words, a cold sweat breaking out across her skin. She knows she’s crossed a point of no return, that by agreeing to this, she’s sealing her fate for the coming week. But even as terror grips her heart, a twisted part of her yearns for the punishment, craves the opportunity to suffer for her sins.

“Y-yes, Mommy. Brielle. I understand completely. I…”

She repeats Brielle’s words back to her, voice trembling with a mixture of fear and dark, masochistic excitement.

“After you come over and give us a bit of marriage counseling, I will spend a week where you and the girls of your sorority will subject me, Jenna, and Rose to unimaginable degradations and torments. I beg you, Brielle, to make good on your threats. Punish me. Punish your older sister until she is a good girl again.”

"Good girl, Amy. I'll be at your house tomorrow. I'll probably bring a couple of my sorority sisters to help. Sorting you all out will probably be a little much, even for me. Who will be there? What will happen? Tell me."

To be continued in chapter 21...