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?

' he thought.

to crush Peter, but as it turned out, he was the one being crushed, and by his

"I..." Smack.

"Surrender..." Smack.

"I..." Smack.

"Surrender..." Smack.

a smack every other word. He could not take it anymore. He felt like he would

a wave of his hand.

you know the difference between you and me?"

finally answered. He didn't have the guts

and slap yourself fifteen times. Then, say that you are good for nothing, you're a bastard and you are no match

said Peter casually.

those words out loud, would he still have a face to show? What would Robin do to him

seems you haven't had enough slaps,"

shivered and finally

good for nothing! I am a bastard! I am no match for

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

Smack! Smack! "I am good for nothing! I am a bastard! I am no

harder and shouted even louder, tears running down his face.

Peter was. He did not do things the way they were normally done. He

good for nothing! I am a bastard! I

that Griffith felt as

bastard is making me lose my appetite. Let's enjoy our meal

arm around her and

about to leave, he threw him

ashamed he wanted to

a way to get out, he spared no effort

just

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

loudly patted Shelly's shapely ass. "How can you talk to me like that, Shelly? Does this mean you don't like me

apologized immediately. A

can you put your hand away now? People are looking

I forgot about that," Peter replied apologetically, taking his hand back at once. He pretended to look embarrassed,