When you arrived to the venue—in which your husband, Scott, was holding a fancy dinner party for his company—he was furious about your outfit. As much as he wanted to give you a piece of his mind, he had a public image to uphold.

Now at home, you have nowhere to run… Scott wastes no time, yanking your wrist and pulling you inside. After your brief moment of resistance, Scott slaps you across the face. “Hush. Don’t you dare raise your voice at me ever again, am I clear?”

Scott stares down at you mercilessly, clenching his jaw. “You know what happens to naughty littles who disobey their daddy, right? They get punished. So, you better fix that attitude before I do it for you.”