Denise stared down at her employee, anger and frustration building inside her. He had really messed up this time, and she decided that a good hard lesson was in order. Grabbing him by the collar, she pulled him to his feet and shoved him against the wall, pinning him there with her towering figure.
"You are such a stupid bastard!" she growled, her words dripping with contempt. The man squirmed beneath her, but he knew better than to try and escape. Denise was known for her explosive temper, and he had felt the full force of it many times before.
"This is going to hurt," she warned him, her voice low and threatening. Then, without further warning, she lifted one of her legs, bending at the knee, and placed it behind his head. With a powerful thrust, she pushed him face-first onto her denim-clad thigh, trapping him beneath her weight.
The jeans fabric pressed painfully against his cheeks, rubbing against his skin with every movement Denise made. She could feel his body shuddering beneath her, but she didn't care. He deserved this, and she intended to give it to him in spades. She sat down hard on his chest, grinding her hips against his face as she savored the power she held over him.
"How does it feel, you pathetic excuse for a man?" she spat, her breasts inches from his nose. "Does it hurt? Does it make you uncomfortable?" She leaned forward, her body weight pressing down on him, emphasizing the pain that this rough jeans sitting was inflicting.
Minutes stretched into hours as Denise continued her punishment. Her employee had no choice but to endure this, knowing that any resistance would only make things worse. The rough denim fabric scrubbed roughly against his skin, leaving bruises and scratches as it went. His legs began to tire from holding him up, but he dared not collapse beneath her.
As the pain became too much to bear, he let out a whimper, but Denise wasn't finished yet. With one final push, she forced him down onto the floor, still maintaining her brutal jeans sitting position. She watched as he struggled to catch his breath, his face flushed and tear-streaked.
"This is what happens when you fuck up," she said, her voice cold and emotionless. "Now get up, and don't let it happen again."
Slowly, the man forced himself to his feet, his legs shaking badly. He looked at Denise, wondering if she would ever show him an ounce of mercy. But as he met her gaze, he saw only contempt and disdain. This was a lesson he would never forget, and one that would stay with him for a very long time.
