CLICK, CLICK, ZIIIIIP. XXVIII.- SUR-PRIS-ing ‼️

I left for the village and arrived at dinner time.

It was quite cold, as it usually is in the Alcarreña sierra villages.

I was being waited for because I had to go with Ángel to collect firewood in the village plot and then return to Madrid. An alarm had gone off in one of his premises.

They had just found out and I couldn't ignore it, no matter how tired I was. Damn, at least we were going in Ángel's car.

We had dinner and left.

The "village plot" refers to a 5-hectare plot of land that my mother-in-law owns, located on the way to Madrid, but in the middle of nowhere.

There's a house in the center of the estate, 7 kilometers from the nearest house. It's a house with no electricity, so when we go there, we use gas lamps and a fireplace. It's almost adjacent to the road. We wouldn't take long to load the firewood and continue on to Madrid.

But Ángel had other plans and didn't tell me anything.

To start with, he didn't drive the car up to the house. He left it by the road, so we had to climb a small hill and descend, about half a kilometer, but I didn't understand why we didn't drive all the way to the house.

My father-in-law was quieter than usual. I asked him why we didn't drive the car to the house, and he told me to shut up. He was walking while writing things in an agenda.

Okay, so I shut up and let him do his thing. We arrived at the house, and he opened the door, turned on the gas light, and told me to start putting the firewood we were going to take by the door of the house because he was still busy writing things in his agenda.

I started gathering firewood, and he watched me and wrote in his agenda. This went on for 20 minutes; I was tired, but Ángel continued sitting in his chair, writing things while watching me and glancing at his phone.

Me: Is that enough firewood or should I load more?

And my father-in-law answered...

Him: You've been breaking rule number 1, which I thought you understood, for 25 minutes now. From the moment we left the road, you should have reacted, and clear rules don't need to be repeated.

Damn!

The rule number 1 was that if we were alone and completely safe, I should have been naked. Shit.

Me: But Ángel, I didn't know...

Ángel calmly pulled out the agenda where he was taking notes and added something else. When he was about to put it back in his pocket, I noticed:

It was the yellow agenda where he was keeping track of my accumulated punishments.

Me: Ángel, damn it, it's not fair...

He pulled out the agenda again and, with a serious face, added three more things.

I didn't see a solution because he doesn't discuss things; he just writes and writes. So, I decided to give in and obey him.

Without saying a word, I started undressing. Can you imagine my face? It was more than just red.

I got on my kn...