"Listen, I'm sick and tired of your drinking. You don't realize it but I know that you're drinking alone, drinking in the mornings, and hiding your booze. You are fucking up your life, fucking up my life and fucking up your health. You are depressed all the time because you keep sucking down a depressant like a fucking idiot." She said, looking down at the beautiful woman kneeling at her feet.

Her slave-girl started to argue but she slapped her across the face, hard, with a threat of more to come if she didn't shut up.

"When I kiss you I don't want to taste gin on your breath, when I hurt you I don't want alcohol dulling your pain, and when I put my body on your mouth I expect you to worship me to the peak of your abilities. When you are drunk I don't get what I want, and as you know, I am not happy when I don't get what I want. Nagging at you and bitching about it obviously won't help, they likely do more harm than good, so I'm not going to do any of that any more." She declared. "From this point forward we will not argue over your drinking. I don't honestly care how you view it, or what your arguments may be. If I think you are drinking in a way that I deem inappropriate I'm going to punish you, and I want you to understand that those punishments will be harsh."

The kneeling slave let out a whimper, sad to have disappointed her Mistress, and fearful of her wrath.

"I am not asking for your consent for this, I'm just telling you how it is going to be. Do you understand?" She asked.

The slave mumbled and slightly, ashamedly, nodded her head in the affirmative.

"If I think you have been drinking inappropriately here is what's going to happen: You will take down your pants, go over my knee, and be spanked with a wooden paddle. Hard. I will not let up until your skin is broken and I know that you will be badly bruised. You will then stand against the wall, nose touching the wall, with your panties around your ankles. You will stand that way until I give you permission to move, stand that way until I think that the first portion of your punishment has been sufficient. When you are allowed to move you will be stripped the rest of the way then taken to the bedroom, and your ass will be raped. This will not be pleasurable for you; your ass will be raped with my fist. I'll force my fist into your ass and will drive it home until you are screaming for mercy. I'll use you and your tiny asshole as my own private punching bag. When I'm done I'll leave, I will give you no caressing, no love, you can lie there and cry in pain and longing for hours. Do we understand each other slut?" She asked.

"Yes Mistress, I'll do better for you." Came her slave's answer.

"I'm glad baby, I'd hate to have to fuck up that pretty little ass, but if that is what it takes to make you obey me, I won't loose a moments sleep over doing it." She said, reaching down to brush the tip of her slave's clit, causing an involuntary shudder of pleasure.

"I see you like it when I'm harsh with my filthy little whore." She exclaimed with a smile.

"Yes, Mistress. Please, I need you to be hard with me." The slave said.

"Crawl behind me, let's go to bed, I want you to show me just how much you love me." The dominatrix said, slowly turning and walking away.