My beautiful boss

Two minutes later, Peter asked, "Griffith, do you know the difference between you and me?" He sat on the sofa with his arm around Shelly, just as the pretentious rich men from the capital did.

"How dare you! You will regret treating me like this, you son of a bitch!" Griffith roared.

"Looks like you could use more beating. Hey, you two, do you need me to teach you how to do your jobs?" Peter asked, unsatisfied with their performance.

Hearing this made the two feel pressured to give stronger blows.

'Damn it, not only does he make us beat ourselves up, he also gets crazy when he's unhappy. What can we possibly do about that?' they thought.

Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!

The two men slapped Griffith even harder for fear that Peter would ask them to slap themselves if they left him unsatisfied.

Watching, the beautiful ladies around them were confused.

'Weren't the men here to teach Peter a lesson? What were they doing to themselves? Why are Griffith's own men beating him up?'

If they did not know better, they would think that the two men were Peter's, not Griffith's.

A few minutes later, Peter gestured them to stop. "Do you know the difference between you and me?" he asked once again.

"What the fuck," Griffith replied. The two were panting, but hearing Griffith's words, they prepared themselves for the command to resume the beating.

"Damn it, do you want to die?

Haven't you had enough?" one said.

"If you want to die, do it yourself. Don't get us involved, will you?" added the other.

"If it weren't for you and your sick plan to get back at Peter, we wouldn't be here and be humiliated like this!

This is all your fault!" they exclaimed.

In anger, the two men slapped Griffith harder and harsher until their hands grew numb.

Griffith almost wanted to weep. 'Are these really my men? Why are they acting more as if they were Peter's?

insulting, ' he thought.

but as it turned out, he was the

"I..." Smack.

"Surrender..." Smack.

"I..." Smack.

"Surrender..." Smack.

surrender, but his speech was cut off with a smack every other word. He could not

commanded with a wave of his

know the difference between you and me?" he repeated.

Griffith finally answered. He didn't have the guts to talk back this

and slap yourself fifteen times. Then, say that you are good for nothing, you're a

said Peter casually.

This was humiliating. If he said those words out loud, would he still have a face to show? What

haven't had enough slaps," Peter

shivered and finally

for nothing! I am a bastard! I am no

enough to eat? Why are you slapping so lightly and why is your voice so soft? Do you want me to

am good for nothing! I am a bastard!

himself harder and shouted even louder, tears

evil Peter was. He did not do things the way they were normally done. He had his own horrible

nothing! I am a

felt as if he would pass out and

me lose my appetite. Let's

and looked at

he threw him a disdainful

so ashamed he wanted to

get out, he spared no effort

was just too

she replied, "You're such a bad man, Peter. You really gave the

Shelly's shapely ass. "How can you talk to me like that, Shelly? Does this mean

That's not what I meant! Sorry," Shelly apologized immediately. A few moments later, she looked at Peter slightly blushing.

your hand away now? People are looking

Peter replied apologetically, taking his hand back at once. He pretended to look embarrassed, but he wasn't, really.