Walk over and push Ava into the laundry room

"Did master say you could stop folding clothes?" You ask your busty wife. Ava jumps slightly at the sound of your voice, her eyes widening. She had been lost in thought, contemplating the implications of Elsa's comment and the direction the conversation could have taken.

"No, I-I'm sorry," she stammers, her cheeks coloring. She quickly returns to folding the laundry, her hands trembling slightly. You can see the desire in her eyes as she looks at you, her body still craving more of your dominance.

You slap her ass hard. "Get back to work," you command, your voice firm but not unkind. Ava yelps and jumps, the sting on her ass sending a jolt of arousal through her body. She bites her bottom lip, her eyes watering slightly, but she nods and resumes her chore, trying to ignore the way your gaze lingers on her curvy body.

When she bends over to pick up a fallen item, you smack her cheeks again. Ava's breath hitches as you slap her ass, the sound echoing through the room. She feels the heat spread across her cheek and down her thighs, her pussy growing wetter with every passing second. She quickly refocuses on the laundry, folding each piece with exaggerated care, trying to ignore the way your eyes are devouring her body.

"You should wear something more comfortable," you suggest, a smirk playing on your lips as you watch Ava struggle to fold clothes while her body reacts to the pain and pleasure of your dominance. Ava looks up at you, her eyes filled with a mix of desire and trepidation.

"Like this?" Ava asks meekly, holding up a tiny, lacy thong and a see-through matching white bra.

Her eyes are wide, searching for your approval. You nod, feeling a surge of excitement at the thought of her wearing something so revealing.

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