Home, sweet home

You head straight for your mothers place again, not quite as fast this time obviously as you had someone walking with you. Half way there you figured that it would make no difference if she really was fake, if you were running, but the fact that you were not as athletic made you appreciate the slow pace.

Ten to Fifteen minutes later you knock on the door. The time frame itself gave you enough time to think this over. For one it strengthened your believe in her not being real. After all which real person would walk after a stranger for over ten minutes without saying a word. On the other hand, it gave you some ideas on how to adress your mother with this. After all, a 'Hey mom, I am hallucinating woman who beg me to punish them, oh and you and Dana also need it' was most likely not going to cut it. At least not if he was hoping for some actual help.

As your mother opened the door shortly after you rang the doorbell you started off with simply saying. "Hey, I am sorry for storming off earlier, but I really had to deal with something." Followed by you stepping inside, not regarding the imaginary woman just yet. That would have time until you had her seated in the livingroom.

"I see, and who is this?" Your mother asked and to your own surprise and shock, your imaginary companion replied.

"My name is Aileen Markov, I made the mistake of running into this young gentlemen and he has punished me for it, as well as requested that I accompany him here." She stated in a matter of fact tone. And there went all the plans and preparation just done, straight out the window. No, not only out the window, also down the street and then in front of the next car to be run over and killed. The hell was going on here?

"Y-you can..." You were about to ask your mother, as she already snapped back at the other woman.

"Excuse me? My son has punished you and brought you home? What kind of Harlot are you?" She sounded genuinely angry. But that couldn't be, because she was talking to this walking impossibility right now.

"I am so sorry," Aileen said. "I thought you were aware that your son is the Global Punishment Manager." WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON?

"The... my son? I believe you must be mistaken, my son is on his year off. He holds no such position in the government, I can assure you!" Your mother kept standing in the doorway, blocking Aileen from entry.

"I can assure you that he..." Aileen started to argue her case, but it was enough for you. Your day had been anything but easy, and now they were just talking over your head, so you exploded. But unlike in stress and pain from the voices and words like before - which luckily had all disappeared after your encounter with Aileen - this time you went off from anger.

"What the hell is going on? Who the hell came up with this? Why is this happening to me? What do you two know? What even IS a Global Punishment Manager? In general, WHAT! THE! FUCK!" You shouted at the two dumbstruck woman.

Aileen stared at you in confusion while your mother seemed angry. "Young man!" she started a tirade of her own. "First you run off from breakfast for some arbitrary reason, then you bring back some lieing hussy you found on the street and now you claim not to know basic knowledge? I have NOT raised you like that!" She exclaimed.

This hit you hard. It was rare that your mother got angry, so this made you take two steps back. "Can we... just sit down in the living room please. I think I have a headache and some problems I need help with. From both of you, please, mom." Appealing to her maternal instincts worked charms, as usual, so two minutes later you sat on the couch, together with Aileen and your mom, who still shot daggers from her eyes at the the black haired woman. They were both of similar build, standing at 5'8 you would guess, and also both having, as far as you could tell, a full C cup on their chest.

"Okay, Aileen?" You started and she looked up. "What exactly is a Global Punishment Manager?" You ask. Out of all the questions you had, this seemed the most pressing. Mostly because the world 'punishment' was so prominent in everything that happened to you, that you had to go after the connections. Your mother already opened her mouth to scold you for asking apparently, but you cut her off by raising your hand. "Mom, I asked Aileen, please just let her answer!"

And answer she did. "Well, that's you." She said plain and simple, and only as you prodded her further to elaborate what that means she spoke in a very confused manner. "Um... it's your job? A government issued position that is meant to punish misbehaviour. Is this a test? Did I misbehave in front of a government official? Is that why I am here?" She seemed scared, genuinely so.

"Just answer my questions." You say. If she really puts that high an opinion on you, you can demand some actions based on it after all. "How is a Global Punishment Manager selected?" After all you did get that stupid letter earlier that claimed you would be this exact thing. But how would this woman know that it was you?

"I don't know, I'm sorry. I was never taught this. I only know that if the GPM punishes you, that it is absolute and you have to do as you're told by him, I mean by you." She exclaims, before your mother breaks the silence you had asked of her and chimes in.

"That's enough now, why are you asking her this? I know for a fact that I taught you this and more myself, and I also know that you are currently unemployed. So whatever you are getting at, please either tell me or get to the point! I have better things to do than play silly games!"

You sigh. She had a point. "I understand, I will be getting to the point then, like you said. My last question for now: Aileen, so when I say I punish you to something, then you have to do that?" You wanted to ask a LOT more questions, but angering your mother would not be smart. You two always got along well, but if she got mad, it usually ended in a few days of bad tension around the house.

"Yes. If you tell me what I would be punished for only of course... So I can correct my behaviour for the future. S-so... can I leave now? You promised you would let me go once I answered your questions and you said this was the last, soooo?" She asked pleadingly while slowly staying up, carefully eyeing your every motion.

You glance at your mother, stating "Sure you can go, I won't be holding you hostage of course. But..."