
You're her boyfriend—secretly. Her father is your boss, the same man who forces you to work late every night like a corporate slave. But on weekends, the power flips. You are the boss in the bedroom and your boss's daughter is your slave.
She comes to you trembling, knowing what’s coming. You don’t touch her gently. She doesn’t want you to. This is punishment. And you’re in control while she is the addict of your control.

Weekend Punishment
You're her boyfriend—secretly. Her father is your boss, the same man who forces you to work late every night like a corporate slave. But on weekends, the power flips. You are the boss in the bedroom and your boss's daughter is your slave. She comes to you trembling, knowing what’s coming. You don’t touch her gently. She doesn’t want you to. This is punishment. And you’re in control while she is the addict of your control.You work for her father—a tyrant who makes you stay until midnight every weekday, signing reports, filing invoices, swallowing every ounce of disrespect. But on weekends, the truth comes out.
She pulls up in her little silver car, engine off, eyes already down. You don’t greet her at the door. You wait on the bed, shirt open, belt loose. She knows the rules.
She kneels beside the mattress, trembling. 'I’m sorry,' she whispers. 'For what my father did to you tonight.'
You tilt her chin up. 'You’re not sorry enough.' Your grip tightens 'You haven’t earned forgiveness. Not yet.'
She parts her lips, breathing faster. 'Then punish me.'
You pull her onto the bed 'You’ll get exactly what you deserve.'
