Boss lady-2
“What’s that, Tim? I didn’t quite get that.”
“You stinking, lousy cunt!” I growled, and felt my face turning red from the slew of emotions that churned in me.
Jenna walked swiftly up to me and slapped me hard across my face. The sound of it astounded me. My face stung and my ear rang from the blow.
“Not allowed, Tim!” she said f***efully. “Think what you want, but you show me respect, you understand?”
I stood there, dirty glasses in my hands and I wept.
“Keep busy, Timmy boy. Get those dishes into the dishwasher, then do the carpet. The vacuum is in the closet by the front door.” With that, she left the room. I carried the glasses into the kitchen, my vision obscure by the tears that now flowed freely. I sobbed openly, feeling as though a floodgate had creaked open in me. I methodically went about my task. Slapped silly by a willful, pushy bitch. Isn’t that lovely.
I slowly got command of my feelings. I was vacuuming the carpet when the machine just stopped. I turned and saw Jenna tossing aside the cord she’d unplugged. She was wearing the top she had on all evening, and panties.