Zoey blushed and averted her gaze as Quentin unabashedly stripped in front of her. She heard the sloshing of water as he slipped into the tub and jumped as he barked the demeaning term at her. When her eyes met his the stern gaze had her moving with as much speed as she could muster. She scrambled up to the edge of the tub and knelt again. Her attractive bosom heaved as she struggled against the fear she felt at the thought of displeasing him. He did not let up, taking a painfully grip of her delicate ear lobe and twisting until she squealed in pain. Her hands gripped the edge of the tub, teetering precariously as he drug her in closer by that agonizing grip. She listened, mewling softly at the intense pain. Finally, he released her and she sagged in short-lived relief for the moment before his hand cracked sharply across her face, almost knocking her into the tub but she managed to hang precariously.<br/><br/>As soon as she was balanced, she crawled over to the various soaps. She picked up a thick bar of off white soap that she thought would smell good on his skin and was struck by the fact she was genuinely trying to find something that would be nice. Had she really become so subservient in one day? She knelt puzzled for a moment as to how to transfer the soap to his body without using her hands. She opened her mouth to seek clarification but assumed that would only earn her another stinging slap. She bit her lip, feeling that there was no right answer. She had been instructed to clean him first but she only saw one way to do it. So she began to lather her breasts with the thick bar before leaning in and dragging her soapy breasts against his skin. Her cheeks burned with the sensual feel of it, the blush only deepening as her little pale pink nipples hardened against his skin. Her eyes clenched shut as she moved, waiting the verbal tirade or the farther abuse for her failings.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>