In half an hour we have an important dinner in a nice restaurant downtown, but this slave is wasting my time. He doesn't remember where he put my favorite red thong; I have been looking for it in all my drawers for almost one hour, without results. This stupid slave thinks that, since we are in a hurry, he will escape our punishment, but he's totally wrong. In fact, Mrs. Scila and I have changed our plans, we have delayed our dinner and we'll go out only when his face will be as red as the thong I wanted to wear; a very hard slapping will be our mean to achieve this wonderful result!!!! Show more