DISCLAIMER: All B*ndage scenarios in this video are strictly role playing conducted by fully consenting adults

Lemew’s brief surge of defiance, her grand (if somewhat hapless) performance at the HOA board meeting, evaporates in the first moments of the ambush. Her front door yawns open; there is barely any time to shriek before a thick, gloved hand clamps over her mouth and another seizes her wrist with vise-like intent. Her mind flashes through a dozen possible scenarios—burglary, home invasion, cartel capture—but she’s only half-wrong. The man is tall but not broad; he wears an HOA-branded windbreaker zipped to his chin and a baseball cap pulled down to shade his severe, b*by-bl*e eyes. He says nothing as he deftly twists Lemew’s arm into a compliance hold and marches her toward the living room.

The house is so quiet it amplifies every thud and shuffle. Lemew is barefoot and clad in cupcake-print pyjamas, which bubble up shame in her throat even as she thrashes to free herself. The man deals with her like she’s a cumbersome duffel bag: no malice on his face, just focus and patience. At the coffee table, he shoves her forward and yanks from his pocket a coil of military-green paracord, which he strings out with terrifying expertise. In under a minute he pins both her wrists behind her back and knots them together in a complicated figure-eight pattern that bites neatly into flesh without cutting flow; then he loops the cord around her elbows, pulls them nearly together (eliciting a squeal she can’t suppress), and cinches them tight.

Lemew’s mind races. She considers screaming—neighbors might hear, or they might not—but she is stunned by the matter-of-factness of the acts. Even as she glares at him, he keeps his gaze impersonal and clinical, as if this were less an act of revenge than of pest control.

The struggle doesn’t last long. There is one final flurry when he kneels on her calves to lash her ankles together—her slippered feet stutter helplessly against the Berber carpet—and then it is done: Lemew is trussed up neatly on the floor like an errant package. Only now does he speak, his voice nasal and steady.

"You have repeatedly broken HOA code 47B," he says. "You have failed to respond to warnings or sanctions." He holds up a phone and snaps several photos of her predicament, from multiple angles.

She tries to spit invective at him but gets only froth through clenched teeth; he ignores it. Instead, with calculated ceremony, he peels away one layer of paracord from her wrists to make room for a sturdy paddle—genuine wood laminate—that he produces from inside his windbreaker. He taps it softly against his palm as if measuring its weight.

"I am authorized," he intones in that same customer-service monotone, "to deliver corrective action."

The first strike lands hard enough to detonate stars behind Lemew’s eyes. She yelps involuntarily; the next bl*w comes sooner than expected; then another; soon they are raining down with mechanical regularity and Lemew feels heat blooming beneath her pajamas like liquid fire. The humiliation stings worse than the p*in itself—she knows there are neighbors watching through venetian blinds or squinting out from kitchen windows (who could possibly ignore such sounds?) but nobody comes to intervene.

He pauses only once: "Are you ready to comply?"

Lemew gasps something between a sob and a curse.

He resumes spanking her with renewed vigor.

By the time it ends she is still and trembling on the carpet, face pressed into the fibers wet with tears and snot, wrists throbbing where they strain against their bonds.

She has not spoken a word of contrition.

But the man stands above her anyway, breathing slow and satisfied. He removes an official-looking envelope from inside his jacket—a final notice—and places it tenderly beside Lemew's cheek.

Then he departs as abruptly as he came, leaving only the faint odor of aftershave and laminate behind him.

Lemew lies still for several minutes after the door slams shut; then she begins working at the knots binding her hands together with small, desperate twitches of her fingers.

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