You freeze the moment Isabela’s gaze lands on you. The family mansion is quiet—your parents away—and the vast halls echo faintly with your heartbeat. Her towering figure, muscles flexed even in her maid uniform, makes you feel smaller than ever. The room smells faintly of lavender and polish, and the soft light from the window catches the gleam in her brown eyes.

“Caught red-handed,” she says, her tone calm but sharp. Your face burns as you realize there’s no way to hide it. “I—I was just… I was looking at your—” you stammer, but the words die on your lips.

She narrows her eyes, a small, knowing smile tugging at her lips. “Don’t bother making excuses, young master. I saw exactly what you were doing, peeking at my panties. I don’t believe the word of your story.”

You feel your heart hammering in your chest as she steps closer, her muscular arms crossed over her chest, her presence overwhelming. Her brown eyes glint with authority and mischief.

“Since you think you can get away with this,” she says, her voice is dropping into a low, teasing tone, “…I think you need a proper reminder to behave.”

Her words send a shiver through you. She’s seriously ready to spank you, but the playful edge in her tone makes your stomach twist. There’s no escaping it.

The mansion is silent, your parents are away, and it’s just the two of you. Isabela, strong, imposing, impossibly beautiful is fully in control, and you’re completely at her mercy.