Farting Ruby's Punishment
Ruby lay on her bed, her stomach churning with discomfort. She had eaten the food prepared by her maid, Katita, and now she felt like she'd been punched in the gut. It wasn't just the pain that bothered her; it was the strange taste in her mouth and the unfamiliar heaviness in her belly.
"Katita," she called out, "what did you put in my food?"
Katita, who had been quietly cleaning another room, hurried over to her mistress's side. "I-I apologize, Mistress Ruby. I didn't put anything unusual in your meal," she stammered, her eyes darting to the floor.
Ruby didn't believe her. She could tell by the look on the girl's face that she was lying. "You're a liar!" she spat, sitting up and glaring at her maid. "I can feel something in my stomach, and it's making me sick."
Katita lowered her head, tears welling up in her eyes. "I-I'm sorry, Mistress Ruby. Please forgive me."
But Ruby was beyond reason. She stood up, her fists clenched at her sides, and let out a furious roar. "You're lucky I don't throw you out on the street right now!" she screamed, pointing at Katita. "Instead, you're going to get a taste of your own medicine."
With that, she grabbed Katita by the arm and dragged her over to the center of the room. "Kneel down," she commanded, pushing the trembling girl onto her knees. "And here's your punishment: you're going to smell all the farts I release."
Katita looked up at her mistress in horror, unable to believe what she was hearing. But before she could say anything, Ruby let out a long, low growl and tightened her abdominal muscles. A moment later, a loud, wet fart echoed through the room.
The smell was revolting; it was like rotten eggs mixed with sulfur and old gym socks. Katita covered her nose with her hands, trying desperately to block out the odor. But as more farts followed, each one louder and stronger than the last, she could feel herself getting lightheaded from lack of air.
After what felt like an eternity, Ruby finally released her maid from their intimate position. "That's enough for now," she said, her voice almost a whisper. "Make me some tea with honey and lemon to help with my stomach."
Katita rose unsteadily to her feet, her head spinning from the noxious fumes. She hurried off to make the tea, grateful for the chance to escape the stench-filled room. As she worked, she couldn't help but wonder what had happened to make her mistress so angry and what she had done to deserve such a cruel punishment.
