Date Night
Stopping her words midway, she quickly picks up the second shoe to give it a closer look, and you can see her expression turn frosty.
“That fucking bitch did not properly clean my shoes! How dare she! It seems that last reminder wasn’t impressive enough for that useless waste of space.
Oh… I will make sure that this time, it will be a lesson she never forgets…
No… No. That comes second. First, Britani will beat her ass until it bleeds. They’re such great friends, I’m sure she’ll be happy that Britani helps her better herself…
Then I’ll ram the heel up her greedy little ass, before I start with the real punishment. Oh yes, she’ll remember that lesson.”
You feel goosebumps breaking out all over you. For once you are glad you do not have the privilege of cleaning her shoes, as you definitely do not want to be on the receiving end of her wrath right now.
Alas, no such luck for you. You’re available right now, and that’s all she needs.
“Slave! Slap yourself ten times in the face! Fucking HARD!”