I could see it in her eyes. Dad was right. She wanted me to prove it. She probably had a wet pussy right now. Her eyes flicked down to my cock then back up again. I smiled and grabbed a fistful of hair. I pulled on it.

"Last chance before I drag you," I said.

"You wouldn't," she said. "I'll scream."

"I'll slap you again," I said. "You're just earning more spankings downstairs. You're mine. I own you, Amanda. I'm your Master."

"You're just a putz who--"

I slapped her again with my other hand on her other cheek.

"Last chance," I said and pulled slightly on her hair. "How...