I could see it in her eyes. Dad was right. She wanted me to prove it. She probably had a wet p***y right now. Her eyes flicked down to my c**k then back up again. I smiled and grabbed a fistful of hair. I pulled on it.
"Last chance before I drag you," I said.
"You wouldn't," she said. "I'll scream."
"I'll slap you again," I said. "You're just earning more spankings downstairs. You're mine. I own you, Amanda. I'm your Master."
"You're just a putz who--"
I slapped her again with my other hand on her other cheek.
"Last chance," I said and pulled slightly on her hair. "How do you want to do this?"
She fixed me with a stubborn look. So I yanked on her hair. She gasped as I pulled her off the bed. She hit on her side, her legs kicking out. I dragged her a few more steps as she screamed. S
