Throw a jar

Yeah, it feels like in “Jurassic Park”, as if you are hiding from velociraptor… Only that your sexy-raptor doesn’t want to hurt or eat you… except for whipping your butt or eating your pussy. But before, she must catch you!

You swing your tape-bound arms as far as you can (what a pathetic move, girl!) and throw the jar somewhere several rows from you. Buuum! In a quiet midnight hypermarket it’s fall sounds like a bomb… and then you hear Becky’s footsteps near the shell crater.

-Did I allow you to spoil hypermarket’s property? You’ll have to pay in kind for this… - tells she somewhere far from you, and then cease talking, obviously finding out that you’re not there.

-Clever girl.... - says Becky, and you get another Jurassic Park flashback. - But not clever enough. I’m the keeper of this supermarket, remember? So I know which row these pickles came from.

Shit! She outfaced you! You realize this too late and don’t have enough time to run away. In short order your cruel Mistress is standing before you.

In midnight’s moonlit she looks stunning with this stern look and a cord in her hand.

Who were are to think you could be smarter than Mistress? You are just her property, who felt free for a several moments - but you are not. Forever not.

-****! On your knees! - she orders, and you kneel immediately, as her demanding voice weakens your legs. - So what do I have here? My property, my runaway ****, left me and broke some hypermarket’s goods. **** must be punished for this. What do you think, Peach?

You moan something like “Yymmrs mfstrss”, but Becky suddenly whips your ass with her cord. Mmmph, that hurts!

-I don’t need your opinion, ****! I decide your fate, not you. I should help you to learn this lesson. Get up and face the shelf!