Underground parking

I had him come to an underground car park. Late.

Few cars. Cold light. Echoes.

He was waiting by the pillar, as agreed.

When I arrived he stepped forward and kissed my hand.
Eyes down.

I said nothing.
I made him kneel between two cars.

“Naked. Now.”

He obeyed.
The concrete was cold under his knees.

I stayed standing, cap pulled low, latex bright under the neon.

I looked at him for a long time.
Then I put my foot on him.

“You make no sound.
If anyone walks past, you stay exactly like this.”

I took my time.
Slowly. With my foot first. Then the crop.

Each stroke rang a little.

At one point footsteps sounded in the distance.
I stopped.
He did not move.

When the silence came back, I continued.

When I decided it was over, I simply stepped aside.

“Dress.
Wait for My signal.
You leave first.”

He obeyed.

That night the car park was only a set.

The real control was the risk…
and the fact that he stayed on his knees anyway.