When I slapped you I was merely thinking that you needed some straightening up, but when I saw you sitting on the floor with your skirt pushed up and your cleavage clearly visible, my cock just started getting hard. You started babbling, making empty threats, but I'd already made up my mind. I'm taking you down to my basement, you slut. I'd turned the basement into a make-shift dungeon several years ago, and had spent some fun time there with several submissed women I knew. I stopped doing that after you arrived, thinking that I'd at least try to be nice. But now, I think that dungeon is exactly where you belong.

I grabbed you by your arm while you're trying to get up. "Where do you think you're going, you brat!" I said as I also grabbed you by your hair. I dragged you along the corridor and then threw you onto the floor again. With one hand still on your hair, I ripped your blouse open with my free hand. "So you think you're too good to work, huh? Well let me show you what you're good for, you worthless slut!"