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Punished in the Ice Bath

The screen turned on. Leona closed her eyes tight. She waited for him to yell. But nothing happened. It was quiet.

She opened one eye a little bit. The screen showed her homework. The essay about Job. She had closed the dirty story. It was a miracle.

But the air in the room was heavy. It smelled thick. It smelled like hot, wet cunt. Leona held her breath. She prayed her dad did not smell the stink of her s*x.

Her dad looked at the screen. “Job,” he said. He sounded happy enough. “A lesson about pain. Maybe you should listen to it.”

He closed the laptop. Snap.

“Yes, Father.”

He looked at her again. His nose moved. He sniffed. “You look like you are about to come down with a fever. Your eyes look glassy. We cannot let the devil’s fever stay. Go down. Mom made the bath.”

“The… the ice bath, Father? It is winter,” Leona begged. “I am just tired. I will sleep.”

“Doing what you are told is the first step,” he said coldly. “Go. Now. Or I will use the belt.”

Leona nodded. Tears burned her eyes. She walked past him. She looked down. She went down the stairs. The house was quiet. Like a grave for her soul.

In the kitchen, Mom stood by the big metal tub. She was dumping bags of ice into the water. The ice clanked loud. She did not look at Leona. She never did when Dad gave an order.

“Hurry, child,” Mom said. Her voice had no feeling. “He does not like to wait.”

Leona went in the room. The air was already freezing. Dad stood at the door. He watched her like a guard. His eyes were on her body.

“Strip,” he said.

Leona’s hands shook bad. She unbuttoned her nightgown. It fell on the floor. She was naked in front of them. The shame was heavy. Her skin felt hot and tight. She covered her boobs with her arms. Her n*****s were hard points from the cold air.

Dad made a sound with his tongue. “Hands down,” he said. “Do not hide what God gave you. Do not hide the parts that sin.”

She put her hands down. She shivered hard. The cold air made her skin bump up. Her cunt lips felt swollen and hot. She got in the tub.

The shock was fast. It felt like a thousand knives. She gasped. The air left her lungs. The water was very cold. It hit her hot slit like fire. It made her legs numb. It went up to her body.

“Sit,” Dad said.

Leona sat down. The water went to her neck. Her teeth hit together fast. Click, click, click. The cold was everywhere. It bit at her skin.

“Desire is a trap,” Dad started to talk. His voice bounced off the walls. “The body is weak. It wants warm. It wants to be f****d. It wants a d**k inside it. But the spirit is strong. You must kill the lust in your blood with the cold.”

Leona closed her eyes. Tears fell in the ice water. She tried to think about math. But the cold was too much. Her body did a weird thing. The freezing water made her muscles squeeze. Even the muscles deep in her cunt. They clenched tight, over and over. The numbness could not stop the hot feeling. Her hole felt empty. It wanted to be filled.

Damian, she thought. She held on to the dream. Damian’s hands on me. Warm. Rough. Spreading my legs open.

“You stay there for ten minutes,” Dad said. He looked at his watch. “Think about being pure. Think about not being a whore.”

The minutes went by slow. Leona’s skin turned white. Her lips turned blue. She shook so hard water splashed out. Dad watched her like a hawk. He looked at the water moving between her legs.

Finally, he nodded. “Enough. Get out. Dry off. And pray, Leona. Pray the cold froze the devil out.”

Leona climbed out. Her arms were clumsy. Her cunt was red and shrunken from the cold. Mom gave her a rough towel. Leona rubbed her skin. It hurt to touch.

She went back to her room. She put on thick pajamas. She got in bed. She pulled the blankets up. She was tired. Scared. Cold.

But when the fear went away, a new heat started in her belly. The shame of the bath. The mean dad. It all mixed into a tight knot of need. Her p***y woke up. It got wet fast. The juice soaked her pajamas. She had to let it out.

An hour later, she heard her parents’ door shut. They were asleep.

Leona threw the covers off. Her body was cold, but her p***y was on fire. It throbbed. The smell of her own need drifted up from the blankets. She sat at the desk. She turned on the computer. The light was bright. She opened the file.

“He pushed inside her…”

She looked at the words. New text showed up. Black. Big.

I helped you.

Leona froze. She did not write that. She typed:

Who are you?

She hit Enter.

The text went away. Someone hacked her. Someone was watching. Someone knew.

She looked around the dark room. At the curtains. At the door. She felt naked. A scary thrill shot through her snatch. It made her hole twitch.