"That was an amazing dinner Betty, much better than Mona has ever made" Roger stumbled into the kitchen as Betty started to wash up.
"Thank you Roger" she smile and Roger grabbed her waist, turning her to him. She tensed up and looked over, seeing Don not there.
"Just so you know, I will be thinking about you tonight" he whispered and leaned forward into Betty.
"Good night Roger" Betty pushed him off her as Don walked back into the kitchen, looking between the two of them. They both stood awkwardly and Betty kept her back towards Don, only looking over her shoulder at him.
"Everything alright" he said and Roger smiled at him, trying to ease the tension in the kitchen.
"Of course, well I better be off" Roger sighed as he and Don walked to the front door.
"Thank you for the dinner and I'll see you tomorrow" Roger flung his hat on his head and stumbled out the door.
"See you tomorrow" Don mumbled and watched as Roger struggled over to his car.
"That's my car" he shouted and Roger nodded, falling over to his car.
"There you go" he said and shut the door. Don turned back and walked back into the kitchen, standing behind Betty.
"What the hell was that?" he said with a stern voice. He knew something happened when he walked back in the kitchen, he could tell by the way Roger and Betty stood.
"What" Betty said, as if she didn't know what he was talking about but she knew… she knew he had noticed something.
"That… him, felt like someone turned the oven on when I came back in here" Betty shook her head, hoping he would leave it alone.
"Nothing happened Sir" she said. Roger was drunk; it was an honest mistake and Betty was annoyed by the fact he had ruined their night anyway.
"Bullshit, you seemed to have had a grand time tonight" he sneered and Betty turned around, looking up at Don. He wasn't happy and she didn't want to have an argument tonight, she was hoping they would have a nice evening the two of them and then cuddle in bed.
"I enjoyed the wine, okay" she hoped he would drop it but he didn't.
"You made a fool of yourself" she was a little shocked by his words but she stood up straight.
"Why would you say that" she defended herself but Don took the upper hand.
"You were throwing yourself at him, giggling at his stories" Betty turned her head to the side.
"I was being friendly, he's your boss" she huffed and turned to walk away.
Don grabbed her arm, pulling her back and turning her to him.
"I don't appreciate being treated like that in my own home" he seethed through his teeth. He gripped her arm tightly, his knuckles turning white.
"I was being friendly Sir" she said but he wasn't having it.
"I DON'T CARE… I don't want to see that again" he murmured and she blinked at him, his hand not losing his grip on her elbow.
She gasped as Don pulled her into the den and threw her on the floor, Betty landing on her hands and knees.
She looked up from her crouched position, watching as Don pulled something from a draw… a long black whip. She knew what was coming… her punishment.
He turned back, trailing around her and she stayed still, his shoes scuffing on the carpet.
He stood behind her, his hand reaching down and pulling her dress over her behind, displaying it for Don.
"You want to be a little slut and embarrass" he said and she shook her head.
"No Sir" she breathed.
"Then tell me you're sorry" he cracked the whip on her behind. She gasped, flinching as the whip stung her skin.
"I'm sorry Sir" she whimpered and he whipped her again.
"Again" he ordered.
"I'm sorry Sir" she breathed and gasped as another hit was delivered.
"I'm sorry Sir" she was becoming a little wet down there but she tried to ignore it.
Another whack was given and she gripped the rug with her fingers, trying to keep still as Don punished her.
"I'm sorry Sir" she whimpered. Her behind was sore and numb. Bright red marks covered her skin and they would certainly bruise by tomorrow.
He gripped her hair, pulling her head back and she groaned from the pain.
"You want to embarrass me like that again" he said and she shook her head.
"No, I don't, I'm sorry Sir" she said and he let go of her hair, walking around and kneeling in front of her.
"Get on your back" he commanded and she did as she was told, rolling on her back as he stood in front of her.
He picked up his foot and pressed it on her pussy, pushing down and she winced.
"Who do you belong to" he said and she blinked, staring up at him.
"You" she breathed and he smirked.
"That's right… me, you are mine" he pressed on her pussy harder and she moaned slightly from the pleasure.
"This belongs to me, not Roger, not any other man… me" he made himself very clear to her and she nodded.
"Yes… I belong to you Sir" she breathed and he let go of her. He knelt down and spat on her pussy, his fingers rubbing over her and she moaned, leaning her head on the carpet.
"Oh god, please" she moaned as pleasure over loaded her and she felt an orgasm coming.
"What… what is it?" he knew exactly what she wanted but he wasn't going to let her have it.
"Please can I come Sir" she begged, looking down her body at him and he continued to tease her.
"No, you may not" he pulled his hand off her and she whimpered, her pussy throbbing as she was close to her orgasm.
"Please Sir, I'm ever so sorry, I didn't mean to embarrass you" she begged, hoping he would let her have an orgasm but he didn't give in.
"Good, I'm glad you're sorry because you won't be getting an orgasm for a week" he said and she looked at him shocked.
He turned back and put the whip back in the draw and looked back at her.
"Finish the kitchen, I'll be upstairs" he walked past her and she sighed, getting up from the floor. She wasn't sure she would survive a week with no orgasm.
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