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"God I hate the taste of this fucking shit," you said, picking away at the broccoli on your plate. "I was trying to enjoy my dinner, thanks," I say in a calm, dry manner. Shards of china and food explode everywhere out from the sink, as I rifle my plate across the room. "I've warned you once before about swearing at the dinner table. Go get my belt. I am very angry with you." I command in a steady low tone. You pout slightly and disappear from the dining room. When you return I see my wider brown leather belt in your hand. "GODAMMIT!" I pound my fist on the table, hard enough for the light hanging above to begin swaying. "I said I was VERY angry. Go get the other belt, the long thin black one." You turn to go all the way back upstairs and down the hall. "Take this one back with you DAMMIT!!" I throw the belt through the doorway behind you. "Don't make me get up!" You look meek when you return. "I am sorry," you whimper. "Not yet, but you will be. Bend over my lap." I point to my knee. You do as your told. "Lift your skirt." You reach behind you and slowly pull it up. CRACK!! The first blow lands on your right cheek, leaving a long welt that disappears as it meets your white panties. "How many do you think you deserve?" I ask. "...ay ... eight?" you offer. "Wrong!!" A second welt joins the first at an angle. "Nine ... teen!" I grunt as the blow comes down. "What did you do wrong? Eighteen...", I continue. "I swore at the table." you say, bringing down another hit. "How many times?" I ask. As the word twice escapes your lips the belt comes down quickly, leaving two more welts on your left cheek. "How many to go?" I ask. "fff ... thirteen?" you suggest. "GODDAMIT Wrong, Fourteen!!" I shout, whipping the belt through the air four more times. I continue my interrogation, with little interruption. Your ass looks like it is stinging hotly now. "Upstairs, It is time to wash your mouth out."
When we get upstairs I offer you a deal. "You can do the soap properly or I will do it for you." You scrape the bar around your mouth. "Say ahghhh," I request. I hold your head and peer in your mouth at the small amount of soap on your teeth. "Not good enough," I observe, as I drag you back to the bathroom by your hair. I tug your hair back until your mouth opens and I run the soap across your teeth. Leaving you behind to finish up I return to the bedroom. "Attention!" I bark as you re-enter the room. You stop dead in your tracks, trying to stand straight and still. "Eyes forward!!" I shout, close enough for you to feel my low rumbling voice. "I don't want to see a flicker." I wait until I see your '100 yard stare' before proceeding. "Where is all this swearing coming from?" I ask, forcing my hand between your legs, my longest finger thrusting deep into your pussy. "My pussy?" you offer. "No!! Up here!!" I grab your hair and give your head a shake. "Your dirty mind." "Do you understand me?" I bark at you, giving your hair one more tug. "yyyesss," your voice is barely a whisper now. "Dismissed." I conclude. "Permission to drop to my knees and suck your cock, sir?", you offer. "Permission granted. At ease."