The next morning, Chloe woke with a sense of confusion. She had barely slept, her mind racing with conflicting thoughts about Annie's behavior. Part of her was angry and humiliated, but another part—the part she tried to ignore—felt something else.

Gary left for work as usual, kissing Chloe goodbye. "Try to have fun with Annie today," he said, adjusting his tie. "Show her around Rochester if she's interested."

"I'll try," Chloe replied, forcing a smile.

Annie didn't emerge until nearly ten o'clock, by which time Chloe had already cleaned the kitchen and started the laundry. She was folding towels when Annie's voice called from the living room.

"Tea, Chloe. Now."

Chloe's hands tightened on the towel she was folding. Taking a deep breath, she reminded herself that Annie was her guest, and that this visit was temporary. She poured tea into Annie's favorite mug—the one she had claimed the day before—and carried it carefully into the living room.

Annie sat on the sofa, legs crossed, flipping through a magazine. She had left her trainers in the middle of the floor, directly in Chloe's path.

Chloe tried to step around the shoes, but her foot caught on a shoe. She stumbled forward, the hot tea splashing across Annie's grey joggers and the expensive-looking rug beneath her feet.

The magazine dropped to the floor. Annie's eyes narrowed as she looked down at the dark stain spreading across her thigh. She stood slowly, her expression thunderous.

"You pathetic little creature," Annie said, her voice dangerously low. "Can't you even manage a simple task without fucking it up?"

"I'm so sorry," Chloe stammered, backing away. "Let me get a cloth."

Annie's hand shot out, catching Chloe across the face with a sharp slap that echoed in the small room. Chloe gasped, her cheek stinging from the impact.

"Sorry doesn't clean my joggers, does it?" Annie grabbed Chloe's arm and dragged her toward the sofa. She sat down and pulled Chloe over her knee with surprising strength. "You need to learn some discipline."

Chloe struggled, her mind reeling from the sudden violence. "Annie, stop! What are you doing?"

But Annie was stronger than she looked. She lifted Chloe's skirt, her fingers hooking into the waistband of Chloe's panties and pulling them down to her knees. Her hand came down hard on Chloe's bare bottom, the slap echoing in the room.

"Please stop!" Chloe cried out, tears welling in her eyes. "You're hurting me!"

Annie continued spanking her, each impact harder than the last. Chloe's struggles grew weaker as pain and humiliation overwhelmed her. Soon, her cries turned to sobs, her body going limp over Annie's lap.

When Annie finally stopped, Chloe's bottom was burning with pain. She pushed Chloe off her lap, sending her tumbling to the floor. Annie stood over her, placing her foot between Chloe's breasts, pressing down just enough to make breathing difficult.

"Bitch, you need to be more careful," Annie said, looking down into Chloe's tear-streaked face.

She removed her foot and bent down, ripping open Chloe's blouse with a sharp tug. Buttons scattered across the floor. Next came her bra, which Annie tore open as if it were made of paper, exposing Chloe's small, pert breasts.

"Look at you, just like a little girl," Annie sneered, grabbing one of Chloe's nipples and squeezing hard. Chloe cried out at the pain. "Bet your husband would much rather have a girl like me with nice big tits to hold onto."

Annie moved down to Chloe's skirt and ripped it open at the seam. Chloe tried to cover herself, but Annie slapped her hands away before tearing off her panties like they were tissue paper. She slapped Chloe's bare mound, pulling at the neat triangle of hair there.

"Does he ever go down on this thing, you skinny little bitch?" Annie asked. "I bet he doesn't; I bet he just fucks you and turns over."

Chloe's face burned with shame because it was true. Gary rarely performed oral sex on her, and their lovemaking had become mechanical over the years.

"I bet when he's fucked you, he's so disappointed he can't even stand to hold you," Annie continued. "Bet you have to finish yourself off, don't you?"

Chloe started to deny it, but Annie slapped her face again. "Don't fucking lie to me, bitch."

Annie turned and reached behind the sofa cushion, pulling out Chloe's silver vibrator—the one she kept hidden in her bedside table. She threw it at Chloe, who caught it reflexively.

"Now show me how you use it, slut," Annie commanded.

Chloe's face reddened with humiliation. She tried to stand, but Annie kicked her backside. "Do as you're told, bitch, or you'll get a worse slapping."

Tears streaming down her face, Chloe picked up the vibrator, turned it on, and closed her eyes as she began to use it on herself.

"Open your fucking eyes and look at me, slut!" Annie shouted.

Chloe opened her eyes, her gaze locked with Annie's as she pleasured herself. Annie pulled out her phone and started taking pictures. Then she placed her foot—still wearing the dirty sports sock she'd worn to bed—over Chloe's mouth.

"Kiss it, lick it, suck it," Annie ordered.

Chloe complied, her tongue moving against the dirty sock as she brought herself to one of the most powerful orgasms she'd ever experienced, her body convulsing with pleasure even as her mind recoiled in shame.

When it was over, Annie made Chloe stay naked for the rest of the day, serving her hand and foot. Just as Gary was due home, Annie allowed Chloe to dress, but not before showing her the pictures she had taken.

"You'd better behave," Annie warned. "I wouldn't want these to accidentally get sent to your husband, would I?"