And then we entered this room and I told him, "You're wearing panties." "No, I'm not. I don't know why you're saying that." "Because I can smell them and you smell like panties. Here, if you come in wearing panties, you become my maid. Come on, pull down your pants."

-You're kidding me, you told him that.

-That's what I'm telling you. He didn't want to pull down his pants, but he ended up doing it because I insisted.

-Yeah, you're something else when you get like this. And tell me, was he wearing panties?

-Of course. My sense of smell never fails. He left here whipped for being a liar, dressed as a maid, handcuffed, and gagged so he wouldn't lie to me again.

-Ha ha ha, you're a crack, nothing gets past you.

-That's what I'm telling you. By the way, you smell like panties.

-Manuel, you know I'm heterosexual and I'm married...

-Yes, and I also know you're wearing panties. Pull down your pants, Angel.

-I won't...

-It's better if you do it now. You're already hiding it, and that's going to cost you lashes. Don't make it worse.

I pulled down my pants and discovered my underwear. Not only was I wearing panties, but I also had tights on.

-Take off your shoes and pants, you won't need them for a while, he told me with an authoritative voice. I obeyed. "Good boy. Go to the nightstand and get the gag that's in the first drawer. Bring the handcuffs too."

In the drawer, there was more stuff besides what he asked for. I wished he would only use the gag and handcuffs. I handed them over as he had requested. He undressed me from the waist up, handcuffed my hands behind my back, and put the gag on me.

-Like this, it's better, now I won't have to listen to more nonsense. He sat down on the bed and then took off my tights. I have a better place to put this. Come, get on my lap.

I obeyed and got on his lap like a schoolboy who's about to be punished. He put the tights over my head like a robber and started caressing my panties. Without warning, he gave me a lash. If I could have screamed, I would have. If I hadn't been handcuffed, I would have ended the game right there. But in my current situation, I could only drool on the ball and the tights and endure his teasing.

-I'm going to give you the lashes you don't get at home. You're going to learn some manners and the price of coming in here wearing panties. And before you leave, you're going to thank me.

He repeated the sequence of caresses and lashes until I stopped squirming and it was clear that I had accepted my mistake and the consequences, not before receiving at least 20 or 30 lashes.

-Now you seem more tame, get up.

He grabbed my nipples and pulled me up to my feet. He pulled down my panties to my knees and touched my balls with apparent indifference. He nodded, pleased to see that I didn't react, and went to the nightstand to get what I ho...