I had told my slave to clean my convertible because I was going into town. Impossible with a dirty car and what are slaves for?

I come to my yard and what do I have to see? The slave makes fun of cleaning my car with a Zewa towel and his ass. Are you crazy?

My house rules (the cane) speaks a reasonable language and has so far helped every resentive slave to obedience.

From now on leaned over the open convertible and the punishment takes its hard and unrelenting course.