The Long Day of Revenge

by D. P. Adamov

  “So once more, you worry about yourself more than me or us,” she remarked to the silent arena. “I should have known what kind of man you were from the start.”

  But had Manolo really been like that?

  “It isn’t that bad!”

  She remembered her pants coming down that day and how weird it felt, but it was the spark that started a whole forest fire.

  “Owwww!”

  Manolo had changed.

  They had not filed for divorce yet, but separated. What either was waiting for now was anyone’s guess.

  It had not been her fault Manolo had cheated on her at that whore house. She had endured more from him than any other woman would have. She knew that now.

  “Piss on you and your horseshit spankings,” she growled to herself. “I put up with a load of shit from you for way too long, Manolo. Go your own fucking way and leave me in peace. I’m better off on my own or with someone else. Fuck all your kinky shit. Go to your whores and be happy, you asshole.”

  She did not hate Esmeralda, even though she was clearly one of the women Manolo had visited. Manolo was the villain here and the lone one. It was too hard to believe that a bull had made him crazy.

  “The people will be calling out my name…”

  “The Pass of Death…”

  “Jesus Christ!”

  She remembered now, how she had hit him square in the balls with the bull’s horn and how she had been disciplined for it. She didn’t really object then.

  Perhaps she was as strange as she perceived Manolo.

  It was too late to think of that now.

  “They told me I’d find you here.”

  The voice sounded familiar.

  Turning, Lucinda was startled to find herself face to face with Esmeralda, dressed in street clothes and not her robe.

  “Do you hate me?” Esmeralda asked.

  Lucinda shook her head in the negative.

  “Not you. Manolo.”

  Esmeralda looked into the silent rows of seats and grinned.

  “I didn’t know you were Manolo Garza’s wife when you came to me. I honestly didn’t.”

  “No reason why you should have. At least you have kept his secret, too.”

  A gust of wind came up, blowing sand about.

  “I am so sorry for what happened,” Esmeralda choked out. “Please. I mean this.”

  Lucinda gave a nod of acceptance.

  “I do believe you. It’s him I cannot believe.”

  “You’re probably wondering why I am in Aqua Prieta?’

  Lucinda nodded again.

  “First, I tracked you down, as I wanted to see you. Second, I’m done with the Casa De Campo. I’m going to my hometown. Right now, I’m driving right across the border to Reynosa, and I’m starting my life over. I’ve been lucky. Money, no disease. I’m quitting while I’m ahead.”

  She stopped and brought up something unrelated.

  “I think you should be there when Manolo faces that bull of his. Then if you never get back together, you should be here to see this supposedly great day of his. Leave the relationship with one good memory if you can.”

  “His life was built around killing a bull,” Lucinda snorted contemptuously. “It should have been built around us. That’s where the trouble is. I hate him.”

  “Then why are you here?”

  Esmeralda looked down at the sand beneath her feet and reflected.

  “If something does happen to him, you will always regret not having been there.”

  Once more, Lucinda envisioned the young man she had fallen for. She remembered her own bedroom episode that evening following the training episode and how she had masturbated.

  “I came for something else. If you won’t do it for you, will you do it for me?”

  Lucinda extended a hand as if to agree.

  “Right now, your wish is my command.”

  “I still think I’m the culprit here, even if you do not. I want you to have the opportunity to do what we didn’t in Nogales. I want you to pull down my pants and give me the whipping of a lifetime, and I mean a real one, not something for therapy.”

  “No,” Lucinda protested. “That’s silly.”

  “I have a long drive to Reynosa, and I want to do it with my ass smarting. In a way, I have it coming.”

  “No, you don’t.”

  Esmeralda’s eyes grew harder. “If you don’t do it to me, I’ll do it to myself.”

  Again, Lucinda objected, but Esmeralda had unfastened her belt and was offering it to her.

  “I deserve this one.”

  Again reluctantly, Lucinda nodded.

  “Let’s go into the corral. There’s no one here and won’t be. I’ll do this for you if that’s what it will take for you to get on with your life. I don’t need it for me. I’m already where I want to be as far as my life is.”

  “Really?” Esmeralda asked suspiciously. “Well, I don’t suppose it will matter much then, if you humor me now.”

  Like two gunfighters in a western film, the women walked across the sand and into the corral which, as Lucinda had promised, was empty. There, Esmeralda found a hitching post, and after dropping her pants to expose her bare posterior, took hold of it, bending for maximum punishment.

  “I want to be welted,” she insisted. “I want to leave here limping and crying.”

  “You didn’t cause it,” Lucinda again protested. “We caused it ourselves. Manolo caused it. Even I caused it. You’re just a third party who stumbled in on us.”

  “Give me a whipping,” Esmeralda commanded.

  Except for the session they had deemed as therapy back in Nogales in January, Lucinda had never spanked anyone. In her relationship with Manolo, she was always the recipient and never the messenger. This was going to be extremely strange.

  “Yell at me. Tell me what you’re going to do to me,” Esmeralda whispered.

  “I’m going to give you a brutal whipping,” Lucinda shot back, “I’m going to blister your ass! I’m going to spank the sin right out of you so you never go back to it again!”

  The strangest part of all was Lucinda now found herself meaning everything. Rather than receiving punishment, she was the one emitting it. Now there was a lot of frustration to release.

  “Yeowwwwww!”

  The scream was genuine and not forced or exaggerated as Esmeralda had instructed in Nogales. This was her personal redemption, and it was for real. The first blow had been murderous, too, brought way back from afar to smack hard against the naked flesh, reaping a mark almost instantly.

  “This is to teach you to run from your wicked ways! It isn’t just Manolo and myself you have effected, but how many others! Now is the time for you to turn and change your life around! This will help you remember!”

  Again, a merciless smack came with the belt, causing Esmeralda to bolt and cry out. Lucinda, however, was chastising her loudly, drowning out the cry.

  “This pain will go away in time, but how much pain have you caused! You need to repent! You need to make things right! You need this punishment to make you straighten out a waste of life! There’s more to life than money and men! There’s your own self to value!”

  Lucinda reached forward and with belt still in hand, yanked Esmeralda’s pants and underwear down further, all the way to her ankles, so her legs were also uncovered. These she intended to give a good belting to, as well.

  “I know all your tricks, too! No matter how hard you try to relax your muscles! No matter how you cry and squeal! No matter how you move! You’re getting it like never before!”

  “Ow! Owwwww! Owwwwww! Owwww!”

  The next set of licks landed on Esmeralda’s upper legs rather than her increasingly aggravated bottom, bringing new direction for the pain.

  “Owwwwwwww…”

  Lucinda mocked her mercilessly.

  “Owwwww…nothing! This is exactly what you deserve!”

  At this moment, Lucinda understood the very same demon that had entered Manolo
in the hospital and changed him for evil. She, too, was possessed by a new and dark force. While she had not borne the ill will she might have at any time to Esmeralda and placed the blame for everything on her roving husband, she had to admit relishing this punishment. She also learned for the first real time, what Manolo must have felt, and even in the midst of teaching her target a lesson, there was arousal. This went far beyond whatever churning or turmoil within her stomach she had felt in Nogales. This go around, her sexual calling was much louder. Within her body, her loins fought against the last bit of suppression. Her underwear was soaked.

  “You are going to learn a lesson to take with you to Reynosa that you’ll always remember, and you’ll also never forget who gave it to you! You know why this is happening! You should thank me, instead of crying and whimpering like a little kid! Take it like a full grown and responsible woman! You take it now!”

  The next set of blows was again directed at Esmeralda’s ass, which was clearly turning sore. In spite of this, she made no effort to move or to shield herself, but firmly gripped the hitching post and screamed with each whap.

  “Ow! Oh, yes! Ow! I’m sorry for everything I’ve done!”

  “Are you going to stay sorry?” Lucinda asked as she paused between hits. “I know your tricks. You better not be talking to spread out the pace for this whipping. I know your tricks.”

  “Nooooooooooo,” Esmeralda cried once more. “I am sorry! I am sorry! I’ll never do anything like I’ve been doing again! I will live a good life! Owwwwww!”

  “We’re going to make sure,” Lucinda announced, as she struck furiously with another set of belt blows. The hits were fast, and they were extreme.

  “Owwwwwwww!”

  “Raise your voice if you want, but we aren’t done. You’re getting twenty more, and you’re going to count them!”

  “Noooo,” Esmeralda protested, and it was sincere. “I promise I’ll never do anything like in Nogales again! Noooo! Please...”

  “You’ll have twenty more,” Lucinda reaffirmed.

  Esmeralda had taken advantage of the brief repose being offered and raised to rub her naked rear with both hands, crying tears of sorrow as she did.

  “Owwwwwwwwwww...”

  “Get back down there and remember to count,” Lucinda ordered. “Now.”

  As Esmeralda bent submissively over, Lucinda placed her free hand on her back to hold her down and took aim. The blow was resounding.

  “Owwwwwwww!” Esmeralda screamed. “One.”

  Again, Lucinda brought the belt back, hearing it whistle through the air as it came down and landed hard in the center of Esmeralda’s already burning ass.

  “Owwwww! It hurts! Two!”

  “Take your punishment,” Lucinda ordered as she delivered another belt whack on the right side of Esmeralda’s ass.

  “Owwwww! Three!”

  The next blow came, hard and merciless.

  “Owwww! Four!”

  “Remember this day and how you’re going to turn your life around! Just remember the pain you have caused others and the pain you now feel because of this! You cry now, but you will laugh later, when your life is together again!”

  The fifth blow came, on the left side this time.

  “Ow! Five.”

  Another blow came, then another and another. Esmeralda was blubbering so wildly it was hard to hear the count.

  “Six! Seven! Eight! Owwwwww!”

  Two more strikes came, alternating and wicked.

  “Nine! Ow! Ten! Owwwww!”

  Lucinda stopped to observe the damage, and as she did, another intense sexual rush came through her. She felt as if she was going to orgasm in her clothes.

  “Take this, damn you! Take this and learn!”

  The eleventh blow was the hardest yet, and Esmeralda jerked, rising to place both hands over her bottom. She jolted so hard she arose, even with Lucinda’s effort to hold her in a bent position.

  “Move those hands!”

  Esmeralda yielded and bent back downward, exposing her flaming rear to the remaining blows she knew were coming.

  “Take this! Remember, it is your penitence! Go and sin no more after this!”

  Esmeralda screamed.

  “Count,” Lucinda reminded her.

  “Twelve! Twelve! It’s twelve! Twelve!”

  There was desperation in Esmeralda’s voice, leading Lucinda to wonder if she now regretted the idea of absorbing such grave corporal punishment. She had, however, asked for it and was getting what she wanted.

  “Thirteen!” she shrieked out as the next blow came. “Owwww! My ass is on fire! Owwww! It hurts!”

  “This should hurt!” Lucinda instructed, remembering one of Manolo’s favorite phrases. “Remember you’re being punished!”

  The next blow came on the upper right leg, and Esmeralda flinched again when it happened.

  “Owwww! God damn this! Fourteen!”

  “Don’t you lose count!” Lucinda ordered her. “You get ready for the rest, or I’ll start over!”

  The next blow landed on the other leg, and Esmeralda stood, reaching down to protect herself.

  “Get back down,” Lucinda snarled. “You aren’t done yet! How many?”

  “Fifteen,” she cried. “Oh, fifteen! Fifteen!”

  “Don’t tell me you’re getting turned on by this!” Lucinda lectured. “You’re supposed to be beyond that now.”

  “No! It burns too bad! It hurts too bad!”

  “You’re lying, and lying gets you spanked hard!”

  To emphasize her statement, Lucinda delivered yet another destructive blow.

  “Owwwwwwww! Sixteen! Owwwww! This hurts me!”

  Again, Lucinda aimed for the glowering ass, striking in the center.

  “Yeowwwwww! Seventeen! I promise I’ll be good! Stop! Stop! I promise I’ll do better!”

  Lucinda’s only response was another slamming blow with the leather, leaving another mark on the many welts already there.

  “Eighteen! Owwwwww!”

  Her voice blended into one long sob as she choked on her tears.

  Another blow came on the poor girl’s tortured rear, causing her to shriek yet again.

  “Nineteen!”

  Lucinda tried deliberately to make the last blow the hardest and cruelest of all, but Esmeralda had been so severely punished already it scarcely mattered.

  “Owwwwww! Twenty! Thank you! Thank you! This is what I’ve been wanting for a long time! I’ll never do anything wrong again! I promise!”

  With her pants still all the way down, Esmeralda turned to face her tormentor, revealing her hairy black pussy once again. Though she wanted very badly to finger herself, she only looked into Lucinda’s eyes and then down at the sand.

  “Pull up your pants! It’s over. I did what you wanted, so now you can go in peace. I wish nothing bad to befall you. I never really did.”

  Esmeralda shuffled and grimaced as she covered herself. The fabric of her underwear was grating against her agonized bottom.

  “Owwwww, but that hurts. That has to be the worst spanking I ever got, and I had every bit of it coming.”

  “Do you feel better now?”

  Esmeralda tried to smile.

  “My ass doesn’t. But I do.”

  Suddenly, impulsively, the two women embraced. Their lips locked in a kiss, which was the closest Lucinda had ever come to cheating on Manolo. As they separated, they stared at each other for a long moment.

  “I’ve got to be going, and so should you,” Esmeralda whispered. “My car’s out front and I am going to have a long, hard ride on a sore, red bottom. It’ll give me a lot to think about on the way.”

  Lucinda stared blankly, surprised at what she had been proven capable of. Then she managed a quick smile.

  “So you’ve forgiven me, and I can leave here with a clean conscience over everything?” Esmeralda asked, still rubbing her butt beneath her clothes.

  Lucinda again smiled.

  “There was ne
ver anything to forgive. I never hated you.”

  “But I hated myself,” Esmeralda answered. “For the first time ever, I hated myself. Now I have to go, but I wish you would, too.”

  “Go where?”

  It was Esmeralda who managed a pained smile as she wiped her eyes with her hand.

  “Back to Manolo Garza. In spite of everything, I think you need each other. I can tell.”

  This time it was Lucinda who looked dejectedly at the sand.

  “I don’t know.”

  “Well, think about it,” Esmeralda begged as she reached out to touch Lucinda’s cheek. “Think about it. Do what’s best for you.”

  Lucinda said nothing. It was only then, as Esmeralda turned to leave, that she realized she still had the belt in her hand.

  “Hey, your belt,” she called out.

  Esmeralda turned and indicated her pants were staying up just fine.

  “Keep it. It’s a good one.”

  And with that she was gone, leaving Lucinda alone.

  Chapter Fourteen

  Manolo looked through the window of the adobe wall separating the rest of the Nogales bullring corral and the pen where the bulls were kept. Also with him was an annoying reporter from the paper up in Phoenix who came down to cover this bullfight. He knew little about the formalities of the same, but had heard the tale of a matador obsessed with killing just one bull.

  “Normally, there would be at least one other matador sharing the card with me,” Manolo explained. “Tomorrow, on the day of the bullfight, we would draw lots to determine who would fight what two of the four bulls here. That’s why I went through the trouble to rent this old bullring, buy the bulls, and promote this bullfight myself. I wanted to be sure the one bull I mention falls to me.”

  Manolo looked back through the window and let his gaze fall upon a huge black bull standing apart from the others. By now, he knew Gaditano well. Gaditano returned the empty gaze, and somehow he knew the animal recognized him.

  “The story has been told so many times,” Manolo continued. “I have relived it over and over again every waking day. It reminds me to never get careless in the ring. I don’t mean cowardly by that, but careless. I am careful never to trip like I did back then.”

  Manolo rethought of how the injury had happened. He remembered tripping and seeing the little bull coming at him, but in that position it did not look so small. Then, he was being dragged across the ground. He knew he had been gored but did not know how badly. At the time, he really hadn’t been able to process that much. It was afterward that his fixation would come.