The sharp tug of her hair being pulled startled her.
" You just can't leave well enough alone, can you?" He snarled in her ear. pulling her head back farther. " I want you downstairs now, do I make myself clear?"
"Yes sir" she almost whimpered.
As soon as he released his hold on her hair, she hurried downstairs, not quite sure what brought on this mood, but not wanting to make it any worse.
When she got downstairs she quickly gets undressed, and kneels on the floor to wait for him. She was kneeling just the way he taught her, her back straight, knees apart, hands on thighs, looking straight ahead.
She hears him coming down the stairs, and can tell by his walk that he is still upset. He walks to her, and grabs her hair again, pulling painfully on the braid.
" I just got informed, you were flirting big time at the bar last night. Is this true?"
"No, Sir, I was just having fun with my girlfriends. I didn't even talk to anyone last night." The more she talked the harder he pulled on her braid. Her eyes were stinging with tears, but she refused to let them fall.
"Who was the guy with the beard you were practically all over?" He grabs her chin forcing her to look up at him.
" What guy with the beard? I don't know who your talking about."
" You deny that you were cuddled up with a guy who was wearing all black? Sat with you most of the night?"