The Long Day of Revenge (13 page)

“You already gave me advice. You recommended the Casa De Campo.”

There was silence at the other end, before the voice of the dead matador returned.

“Yes, I know. It was bad advice. The thing is, you aren’t me and you aren’t as good at hiding these things from your wife as I was with mine. If you aren’t careful, you’re going to get caught. Gaditano is coming. You know that, too. Down the road, the two of you will meet and you need to be right with yourself.”

Manolo raised his eyebrows.

“Right with myself?”

The voice at the opposite end was getting frustrated.

“That’s what I said. Get your mind off Esmeralda’s bruised ass and get your thoughts right or you’re going to end up like me in more ways than one. Over here on the other side, I met this gypsy woman. She was a fortune teller in her life on earth, and she said to tell you to beware. I don’t know where she came from or why, but I’d listen, because if you don’t change some things, life is not going to be pretty for you.”

“What?”

The phone went dead at the other end.

“Esmeralda.”

As the phone conversation went on, Esmeralda had decided to take matters into her own hands. She was mounted on the bed and spanking herself with a large scrub brush. As she heard the receiver being hung up, she turned to him and leered.

“In a minute, I want you to stick this brush handle up my asshole.”

For whatever reason, the matador did not stay, but stormed out of the room and down the stairs into the lobby. He was then startled to see a group of people watching an old gypsy woman telling fortunes. She did not speak through her own mouth, but a stupid looking dog puppet. She was either a master ventriloquist or the animal was capable of speech.

“And here we have Manolo Garza,” the puppet proclaimed. “In a world of life he has managed to find death, and in a world of death he still tries to find life. He’s not going to be with us much longer if he keeps on the road he is going down. Secrets never remain secrets. He doesn’t know that yet. He will learn soon. He will learn many new things.”

In the distance, Fernando De La Torre emerged, wearing the purple and gold suit of lights he said he’d wished he’d been buried in.

“You should listen to her, you know. This is the gypsy I was telling you about.”

Manolo opened his eyes, to find himself staring at the ceiling still. He was only conscious long enough to hear the shower shutting off in the background and Lucinda opening the door. Then there was the blackness as he passed out.

Just before going into oblivion, however, he felt sure he had heard Fernando De La Torre laughing at him.

Chapter Ten

Esmeralda massaged Manolo once more in the room at the Casa De Campo. He was back in Nogales, and it was the night before the memorial bullfight raising funds for the widow of De La Torre. The late matador’s family did not need money, but it was a customary thing to do.

“So why is it you like to be spanked so much?” he asked.

Esmeralda did not have to think before answering.

“My parents both used to spank me with my panties down and when I was real little I hated it. They spanked me up into my early teenage years, and for whatever reason, I just noticed rather than feeling the pain alone, I was getting turned on. The last few times I got it with the belt, I nearly had an orgasm. I’d even masturbate in my room afterward.”

Manolo grinned at this revelation.

“I suppose you want to know why I like to spank.”

Esmeralda shrugged.

“I don’t know why it started but do know how. My wife, who was just a friend back then, was training with me and I was doing cape work while she pretended to be the bull. Anyway, she hit me right in the eggs with a set of horns, and I got mad. I pulled down her pants and whacked her on her bare ass. It was an impulsive thing, but I had to admit it was a turn on, too.”

“Is it a turn on for her?”

“Not so much. Which is why I come here now. You see, it was done for discipline at first, and I actually mean discipline. It was part game, but also part punishment to resolve a problem. Then it became a ritual to help bring me luck in the bullring. Then after that, it became foreplay, too. We’re at the point where she gets spanked for everything, and as a man I actually have to question my sanity sometimes. I think really, I would rather spank than have sex, though I prefer both. I am like you there.”

“You know, sooner or later she is going to leave you if she doesn’t share your love for spanking,” Esmeralda noted with her accustomed honesty.

Manolo longingly looked at Esmeralda’s nakedness, desiring it.

“Hey, if she leaves me, maybe I will move to Nogales. I can marry you.”

Esmeralda laughed.

“So did she get a spanking before this bullfight, or was her ass spared because you knew you would be coming here?”

The matador still stared transfixed at the naked girl.

“You know, I didn’t spank her this time. I’m wondering if she thinks something is up.”

“She doesn’t come to all the bullfights?”

“No. Too hard on her nerves. Sometimes she comes to them and sometimes no. She never liked the bullfights either. She doesn’t like to see the kill.”

“She must really love you, though. If she takes spankings from you. If she comes to bullfights when she doesn’t really want to. These are signs. She must live for you. Believe me; you are better off with her than me. Really. Just come see me when you are in Nogales and stay with her the rest of the time.”

“And why would I not want to be with you all the time?”

Esmeralda again answered honestly. With most clients it was best to lie and say whatever they wanted to hear, yet something within told her in this situation, the truth was needed.

“Because I could never be satisfied with one man.”

The matador snickered.

“But I can do everything with you, and with Lucinda, I cannot.”

Esmeralda moved her hands down the matador’s legs towards his feet.

“Now let me ask you something, if it is okay.”

“Sure.”

“Why are you so fixed on killing one bull?”

The matador hesitated, thinking not of the situation in the bedroom, but that day in Hermosillo once more. How many times had he played the incident over in his head?

“From the time I was in the hospital, I hated Gaditano. I did not fear him as much as I hated him. I’d never been gored before, and have not since. That’s why. He is the only animal who ever hurt me any place, and I have not forgotten it. Even in the hospital, I promised myself I would bring death to him. I even promised the devil in a dream. Since then I even worked out a perfect plan where I have secured my meeting with him. I asked Eliseo Manzano to save this bull for me until he is a full size toro at four years old. Then I will put Gaditano to death.”

“And how can you be sure?”

“I plan to rent the bullring right here in Nogales and put on a bullfight myself where I kill four bulls as lone matador. I did not have the money to do so back then, but I sure as shit do now. As lone matador, I will fight all the bulls, and there will be no need for a sorteo where we draw the numbers and Gaditano might go to another bullfighter instead. I will buy four bulls from Manzano and one will be Gaditano. Then we will meet again. I will kill him.”

“Again, it seems a waste of life to live it leading up to kill one bull.”

“Next season. It will be time for the long day for revenge. I’ve built up to it for a long time.”

“So you hate Gaditano?”

“Yes. The thing is he helped make me famous. When I nearly died, my name was all over the news. He started my career for me, but almost ended it before I could get a start. Now that’s odd.”

Esmeralda looked impassive.

“Are you ready to turn around?”

Manolo nodded, rolling over to reveal how he was as erect as before.

“The scar shows the wound healed,” she remarked, tracing her finger over it. “It seems sad to use the death of one bull to heal what has already healed.”

“That’s the way of things,” Manolo responded. “After that bull falls dead, I go on with my life.”

“And your wife’s life?”

Manolo sighed.

“Maybe. That’s another worry of mine.”

Esmeralda ran her fingers over his chest.

“If it is the spanking thing, maybe again, you should not do it with her and just do the traditional sex. Save yourself and your fetishes for when you come here.”

“It’s not just a fetish,” he entreated. “It’s a punishment. It is how we resolve things.”

“Okay.” Esmeralda frowned. “Go with it then and see where it leads.”

She looked down at his massive erection and grinned.

“Do you want me to do something about that?”

Manolo nodded.

Without another word, Esmeralda was on the stiffened thing with her mouth. If the bullfighter’s wife would not oblige him, she was happy to do so. That was, after all, part of her job.

“Suck it,” Manolo gasped. “Now, eat it.”

The feelings of intense pleasure were magnified and multiplied by the sense of doing something highly immoral. Like De La Torre, he was cheating on his wife. Did this act deserve even worse punishment than he meted out to her in his brazen way of doing things? Was he not the most evil of the two?

“Suck it, damn you. Suck it all the way.”

With his hands, he grabbed her hair and guided her head in the carousel horse motion that was driving him wild. He felt the warmth of her mouth, as well as occasional nips from her teeth and her tongue.

“Suck it. Suck it.”

If only Lucinda would comply as readily. Their marriage would be much more content.

“Suck it.”

In order not to feel as guilty about having stepped out on Lucinda once again, he imagined her, rather than his momentary partner, bobbing up and down on his rod.

“Suck it!”

In and out. In and out. Esmeralda increased her motions, making slurping sounds as she did. How she was able to breathe and keep up this pace was a mystery.

“Eat it good!”

He was ready to come and it was too soon, but that was what he wanted. Being brought to orgasm by Esmeralda’s hungry mouth would demand a specified punishment.

“Ogggggggg!”

It had happened way too early. This time, rather than whitewashing her tonsils, he lifted her head, so he unloaded on her face.

“You made this happen too quick,” he blurted out.

Knowing her signal, Esmeralda rose and disappeared into the bathroom, where once again she duteously brushed her teeth and rinsed her mouth. She then returned with a second washcloth and cleaned Manolo’s softening appendance.

“I take it I’m going to get spanked for this?” she questioned, already knowing what was expected of her.

“You better believe it. The only question is what I want to do it with and how.”

Esmeralda shuddered, not knowing for certain how she would be punished. The only thing she knew was it would be hard.

“How do you want me?” she asked softly with her head down.

“Well, you are already naked. You made me shoot off way too early, and that should merit a whipping or paddling rather than just a spanking. You should get it with a brush or a belt. The only thing is, you made me feel so good, I’m thinking to be merciful and just do it with the hand.”

“Whatever you want,” she again whispered, still looking down at her feet like a dejected school girl.

“Let’s go across my lap,” he informed her as she sat up on the bed. “We’ll do it the traditional way.”

Esmeralda nodded and without further instruction placed herself prone across Manolo’s body, her head and torso on the mattress, with her bare butt upturned.

“This is going to be your punishment for making me come too soon,” he announced.

If this spanking was assumed to be lighter because it was delivered with the hand rather than a paddle of some form, Esmeralda was sadly mistaken, as a rapid set of blows had her kicking and screaming from the onset.

“Ow! Please! Hurts! Owwww! It hurts! Owwwww!”

Manolo watched as imprints of his right hand took shape on his target’s uncovered rear end.

“Owwww!”

More blows came, increasing in fury. Esmeralda accepted them willingly, without being held down, though on the last few her legs started to kick.

“Owwwwwwwwwwww!”

“Just be glad you won’t get the paddle,” he spat out. “You need that! Be glad you’re getting the hand instead.”

“Owwwww,” she wailed out. “I am. I am.”

Perhaps the whole routine was getting old. Manolo did not feel the normal arousal he felt with either his Nogales hideaway lover or his own wife when he administered punishment. It was strange to not have the sensations setting his body alight with electrical shocks. But then, he had just spent himself with a massive ejaculation.

“Owwww! Please! Owwww!”

Esmeralda’s butt started to bounce instinctively as the slams became more painful and her flesh started to burn.

“Ow! Ow!”

“This is nothing,” Manolo lectured. “This isn’t even close to what you deserve. You’ve been bad beyond words. You suck my cock and make me come too soon. You cause me to cheat on my wife, because you’ll do things she won’t do. You tempt me, and you tempt other men. You deserve far worse than this.”

“I know,” Esmeralda agreed, as she started to move and squirm against the strikes. “I know. I’ve been bad! I’ve been bad! I’ll be good from now on!”

“So will I find you still working here when I am in Nogales again?”

“Yesssssssssssss…”

“I figured as much. You will never be good, no matter how hard you try. You want to be bad. You will always be bad, and that’s why no matter how hard I spank you, you will never learn. So we’ll try again and again and again.”

“I’m sorry I’m so bad,” she whined with tears now starting to flow. “Please! No! No! Owwwwwwww!”

“I’ve fallen in love with a harlot,” Manolo snapped, as he continued to pound away at Esmeralda’s posterior.

“Tell me you are a harlot and no matter how hard I spank you, you will never learn!”

“I’m a harlot,” she insisted, half speaking and half shrieking. “I will never learn! I’ll always be bad! Owwww! I’ll always be bad! Owwww!”