Exhausted from a day of running errands, I return home to find a mess that sets me on edge. Clothes are strewn about the sofa, an unforgivable sight that fuels my anger. I summon my slave, demanding an explanation. He appears, clad only in my lacy panties, a detail I almost miss due to my rage. He scrambles to collect and fold the clothes, but I inform him that it’s too late – his carelessness and invasion of my personal space demand an old-school punishment.
I take a seat on the sofa and have him lie across my lap. I begin spanking him, my hand striking his flesh with increasing force. His once pale bottom turns a bright red as I continue my lesson. The realization that this man is wearing my undergarments ignites a new wave of anger, and I reach for a leather paddle from my bag. I continue the punishment, leaving his skin a deep shade of purple.
Once I’m satisfied, I command him to kneel and kiss my shoes, a humbling reminder of his place.