To establish her authority

You escort the two young women into the living room, Lisa going passively, Amanda with an anxious look at you that turns to utter shock when she sees what waits for her.

Your wife Laurel stands in the center of the room dressed in black leather. Thigh high stiletto boots, a black bustier, and elbow length gloves, topped by a leather military officers cap. Her lips are painted a deep scarlet and she taps a braided leather riding crop against one palm.

Lisa cowers at the sight as if expecting a blow. Amanda looks to you in rising panic, but sees no mercy in your eyes.

“Which of you is the thief?” Laurel asks, almost hissing the words. Lisa nods, biting her lip.

“I am,” she quavers, eyeing the crop in your wife’s hand.

“Get on your knees when you speak to your Mistress, thief.” The brunette falls compliantly to her knees, staring at your wife.

“Yes Mistress.” Laurel strokes the riding crop against the submissive girl’s face, making her quiver. Your wife turns her attention on Amanda, strutting in front of her, staring at her with unconcealed scorn, and taking in the ‘slut’ emblazoned shirt.

“It’s very clever of you to wear your description on your chest, slut. I have reason to believe you’ve been offering your slutty body to my husband. Trying to trade your slutty little holes for advancement.”

Amanda quivers and looks over her shoulder at you, her eyes widening with ever growing panic.

“Look at me slut!” Laurel barks at her, using the tip of the riding crop to turn the younger woman’s head.

“He made me!” she whimpers. “I didn’t even know he was married!” Tears are trickling down her cheeks, her lips trembling from her dismay.

Laurel stalks around her, her face stony with scorn. Without warning she lashes Amanda across her ass with the riding crop.

“Owwww! Please don’t hit me! Owww! Stop! Please stop!”

“Enough of your filthy slutty lies. You’ve been brought here to be punished. To learn discipline. If you are good students you will be allowed to serve at a party tomorrow night. If you are not…..” she lets her voice trail off with a shrug and a cruel smile.

“Time to chain these bitches up,” she says to you in a conversational tone.