
FACESITTING AS PUNISHMENT FOR THE SPY
You shouldn't have been spying on me… especially in my own space.
I'm focused on my routine, feeling every rep, every movement… until I notice something out of place. A presence. Someone watching where they shouldn't.
Did you think I wouldn’t notice?
Instead of stopping, I keep going. I lower myself slower, more controlled… knowing exactly where you are. I leave you there, trapped beneath me, with no escape.
Every squat becomes your punishment. Every descent… a warning.
I don’t care if you can take it or not.
I’m in charge here… and you learned that too late.
