“WHERE IS SHE?!”

Hailee’s voice pierced through the air, chilling Catherine to the core. Her heart sank like a stone in water as the realization dawned upon her—her plan had failed.

Panic surged as the 41 year old heard Hailee’s furious tirade echoing from downstairs, punctuated by the terse exchanges with her mother. In the midst of her terror, she briefly entertained the idea of hiding, but the futility of it struck her hard. There was no escape, no place to run. Resigned to her fate, Catherine paced nervously within the confines of the room. Every creak of the floorboards outside drew closer, signaling the inevitable confrontation she could not evade. She stood there, her body tense with fear, awaiting what would come next—uncertain of whether it would be punishment, retribution, or something even worse.

Hailee stormed into the room, her face contorted with rage, her eyes blazing with fury. Without uttering a word, she seized Catherine by the ear with a forceful grip, yanking her along as if she were a disobedient child. The middle aged servant winced in pain but dared not resist, fear gripping her heart as she was forcefully dragged downstairs.

Hailee's eyes narrowed as she thrust the crumpled sticky note toward Catherine. "What's this?" Her voice dripped with fury, cutting through the air like a knife.

Her slave’s gaze remained fixed on the floor, her heart pounding in her chest. She dared not speak, knowing any words would only further enrage this cruel bitch.

Madeline observed coldly from a distance, her expression unreadable.

Hailee sneered, her tone mocking. "Did you think someone would come rushing to save you? How pathetic." She waved the note dismissively.

“Well, here. You can have it back." With contemptuous force, she shoved the sticky paper into Catherine's mouth, her fingers pressing against the servant’s lips until she opened her mouth. "Swallow it," she ordered with chilling finality.

Catherine hesitated, a mix of defiance and fear swirling within her, but she complied, swallowing the note with difficulty, the taste of ink lingering bitter on her tongue.

“Go stand in that corner until I know how I’ll deal with your disobedience,” Hailee commanded, her voice cold and authoritative, pointing towards a spot in the room.

4 hours later

Satisfied to have found the right punishment, Hailee smiled to herself as she looked out the window towards the figure lying in her garden.

Earlier that day, the teen had personally dragged Catherine to the center of their expansive lawn. She had ordered her to lie down on her back, limbs stretched out to all sides, and instructed her to remain completely motionless. Hailee warned of the consequences: any movement caught on the garden cameras would mean repeating the punishment the next day.

It was a scorching summer day, the sun beating down relentlessly. Catherine baked under its merciless heat, her skin turning from pink to a painful shade of dark red. Every inch of her body itched and burned, but she dared not move to relieve the discomfort. Anger simmered within her as she endured the torturous hours of exposure.

The afternoon dragged on, Catherine’s skin slick with sweat, her body growing more uncomfortable by the minute.

When Hailee arrived to collect Catherine from her ordeal, she paused at a distance, savoring the sight before her.

“I hope you’re not expecting a tan from all this, because ‘lobster chic’ isn’t exactly in,” she mocked as she stepped closer, towering over the sunburned 41 year old.

With trembling limbs, Catherine managed to rise to her feet, her breath shallow and labored.

Hailee, growing impatient with her slave’s sluggishness, strode over and grabbed her by the arm with a forceful grip. Catherine winced as Hailee’s touch exacerbated the pain coursing through her body. Every step back to the house was a torment, each movement a reminder of her vulnerability and Hailee’s dominance.

When they arrived back at the house, Madeline looked up from the book in her hands and saw Catherine's state. She burst into laughter, her voice filled with cruel amusement. "Well, well, looks like we have our very own human thermometer! Did you get a little too close to the sun, Buttcunt?"

“It’s Buttslut, Mom”, Hailee corrected.

Much to Catherine’s horror, the cruel punishment took an even crueler turn as her young tormentor’s lips curled into a sadistic smile. She presented Catherine with an old Christmas sweater—thick, ugly, and notoriously scratchy. It was the kind of garment nobody ever wanted to wear.

"Put it on," Hailee commanded.

Catherine hesitated, but the fear of further repercussions forced her compliance. She pulled the sweater over her sunburned torso, the coarse fabric scraping against her raw skin. The pain was excruciating, each movement sending sharp jolts through her body.

She stood there, looking utterly ridiculous in the garish sweater and her lower body fully exposed with her still pussy on display. The scratchy material already made her itch and burn more than she thought possible. Hailee watched with a mixture of amusement and cruelty.

"You’re to finish all your remaining tasks for the day while wearing this," Hailee explained, her tone dripping with malice. "Consider it a lesson in humility and obedience."

Catherine's heart sank. The thought of enduring even five minutes in the torturous sweater seemed unbearable, let alone the entire day. As the material chafed against her sunburned skin, driving her mad with discomfort, she realized the true extent of Hailee's sadistic pleasure in her suffering.

The following hours were a relentless ordeal for Catherine. Each movement sent waves of agony through her body, and the oppressive heat trapped by the thick fabric made her sweat profusely. As the day dragged on, every second felt like an eternity, until finally, with her body and spirit nearly broken, it was time to crawl into the small cage that offered at least a break from the endless tasks.

Just when she’d moved halfway into the crammed space, Hailee’s voice stopped her. “Wait,” she said, her tone uncharacteristically soft. Catherine froze, uncertainty gripping her.

In a rare moment of mercy, Hailee continued, “You can take off the sweater.”

Surprised and wary, Catherine glanced up, but the opportunity was too precious to question. She quickly and gratefully peeled the scratchy garment off her sunburned skin, feeling an immediate, albeit slight, relief.

The teen’s eyes glinted as she leaned in closer. “What do we say?” she tested, her tone demanding a proper response.

“Thank you, Miss Hailee,” Catherine answered.

“Good girl”, Hailee giggled, amused at her own decision. She had the power to make this 41 year old suffer or to show her mercy.

In the following days, Catherine’s sunburned skin began to peel more and more, a painful reminder of her torment in the garden. This physical spectacle offered lots of new taunting material for hailee and her mother.

“At this rate, Buttslut, you’ll be invisible by the end of the week,” the young owner had said at one point as she flicked one of the skin flakes on her arm with her fingers.

Several Days Later

Catherine could feel Hailee's gaze bore into her as she meticulously dusted the TV, trying her best to avoid any indication of defiance. Hailee, seated comfortably on the couch in a pristine white blouse, skirt and white thigh highs, exuded an air of entitlement that made the middle aged woman’s skin crawl.

“Oh Buttslut," Hailee finally spoke, her voice carrying a provocative edge. She beckoned Catherine to kneel before her, the command laced with condescension and superiority. "Do you enjoy being my servant?" the snobby teen’s tone mocked any notion of choice or dignity, reinforcing the power dynamics that kept her slave in servitude.

“Yes, Miss Hailee, I do my best to serve you,” Catherine replied softly, her voice tinged with resignation and a hint of suppressed defiance.

“Are you glad we snatched you from your boring life with your daughters?”, she continued.

“…Y…Yes…Miss Hailee..”, Catherine studdered, unable to prevent the single tear escaping the corner of her eye.

Hailee waited, before suddenly turning her gaze downwards. “Do you like my new socks?”, she asked.

Puzzled, Catherine nodded, unsure where this was going. “Yes Miss Hailee”.

A smile formed on Hailee’s gorgeous lips.

“So why dont you show them some respect?”

to be continued.