Wait for an opportunity - or create one

After rethinking the many things you are unaware of while walking down the street in the opposite direction you walked before, you decide that two of them really have no right to stay on that list for long. Namely the matter of male inclusion and the question about the need of a reason for punishment. Truth be told, there was nothing from stopping you from killing two birds with one stone, so you look to your right. You are currently standing in front of a rather small looking house. You decide to test if what you were told about your authority is at least half true, since then there should be no reason this would not work.

You head for the doorbell and rang. A few seconds later you hear a female voice through the intercom. Dang it, you had hoped to see the person living here first, but you manage to catch yourself rather fast from the surprise. "Hello, my name is John Doe, and I am the Global Punishment Manager" you exclaim. This also would therefore help you in the case of more evidence in the 'need help' question. What kind of identification will she ask for?

"I understand, what do you need from us, sir?" The womans voice asked back. So much for ID.

"Please open the door. I just have some questions for now." You say, not really saying anything false. You just emitted that to answer those questions, you will have to punish her. A few seconds later, the door opens with a buzz and you enter.

The woman in front of you is avoiding your glare, but you don't really mind that. You appreciate it even, since you can not stop yourself from looking at her massive tits. They look to be an E cup, easy, if not even more. You can't say for sure, since she is wearing a wide shirt that would be falling down and over her ass. 'Would' being the keyword, since her chest is lifting it up enough so that it stops at her hemline.

After a few seconds and a lot of mental **** you move your eyes up on her face. You can see the southern look she has. Her black long hair and her brown eyes, as well as the skin colour clearly identify her as a Latina woman.

"Thank you for seeing me" you stutter. Her eyes do not go back up, they are glued to... your crotch? Shit! Your erection had started to go down after leaving the house, but after eyeing her like this, it was back with full **** and she noticed. Your first instinct is to turn away or hide it, but you stop yourself. You posture yourself before her and speak clearly. "Are you home alone, miss?"

"It's misses! And I am not, my husband and daughter are home as well. Why did you need to speak to us?" She asks rather bluntly. The respect you had gotten back over the intercom was gone, as was the 'sir'. Well, that won't stop you.

"I am punishing you." You state which freezes her. Clearly she had not expected it, or maybe she had forgotten already? It doesn't matter right now. More important was which question to answer first, so you decide. "You are punished for disrespecting me. You have to jump up and down now, then go inside to your husband and tell him about your punishment. Come back out after." You dictate her. She blushes and looks away from you while hugging herself as you see her bending her knees in preparation. "Hands behind your head during the jumps." You order.

There was no reason for this specific punishment except for your basic desire to see those tits bounce up and down, and apparently you were getting it. Your cock was calling out to you for relief, as you eyed her massive chest jump up and down with her. It cost you a lot of willpower not to start jerking it instantly, but you decide that it would be foolish. If her husband really is unaffected by everything, like you were, then you would not make it better being caught masturbating to his wife.

A full minute later you allow the woman to go back inside. You can hear her voice as you already look over your shoulder, marking the best escape route. "Felipe? I was punished by the GPM to jump with my hands behind my head in front of him and tell you about it now." The moment of truth was now... and it passed. No angry foot stomps or anything coming out of the house, so you let your guard down. Especially as the woman returns.

"Good job... what was your name again?" You ask, not having bothered to before.

"Maria, sir. I did as you asked, will that be all then, sir?" She was back to nice and smiling, even though you could tell it was fake.

"Sadly no." you say. Now that you knew her husband was as accepting as she was, or rather as everyone else as well, you saw no reason to leave. "I need to punish you more, should we go inside?" You say and walk past Maria, whose shoulders sank down a bit.

As you enter the living room, you spot Felipe, a guy who probably deserved a girl like Maria, going by looks alone. He was buff, buffer than you for sure, but not quite as tall. You still wouldn't pick a fight with him. Except that apparently you just did.

"Who the hell are you?" He spits these words out and stands up from the couch, coming towards you as Maria steps between you two.

"Relax, Felipe, this is the GPM. He said he hasn't punished me enough yet." You smile, hoping this would clear things up, but you are disappointed.

"Bullshit, this little shit is supposed to be the GPM?" Felipe grabbed you at your shirt, pushing you backwards a few steps. You never were very strong so you just raise your hands disarmingly.

"She is right, I really am! I can get my ID and the letter if you don't believe me!" You are already forming in your head an emergency plan. Would it work if you punished Maria by forcing her to beat up her husband so you could escape?

"Oh, shit, I'm sorry man." Felipe suddenly said and let go of your shirt again. "Didn't know it really was you." The fuck?

"I... it's okay?" You cough a bit, as he steps back from you, while Maria makes sure you are not hurt. But what was the meaning behind this? He didn't believe it when Maria told him, but now suddenly he accepts it? You decide to put the question on the list. You need some more tests for that. Later. "Though I will have to punish you for it." You say with a smile. Now it was time to get serious.