Household Discipline
Today, the order is simple: obey and clean. Dressed in her maid outfit, my maid stands in front of the windows, concentrated, diligent... humiliated as it should be. Each tile becomes a reflection of his submission, each gesture a proof of his place. While he rubs, I keep watch. I correct. A few well-placed blows on his buttocks remind him that the slightest misstep is costly. In the end, the windows are spotless. He too... in his own way. Here, nothing is done for his pleasure. Only for mine. Language spoken: French. No subtitles.
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