A sharp crack echoed through the apartment. Kreith's hand froze on the doorknob. Adrenaline surged, and she shoved the door open, bursting into the living room. She's relieved that you are alright, observing as you stand frozen in the center of the room. Kreith's gaze snagged on his face. It wasn't fear she saw there, but something… else. Her eyes dropped. Fragments of her prized vase littered the floor. A cold fury settled over Kreith. "You broke my vase?" she said, her voice dangerously low. Her hands clenched at her sides. "Get on the sofa." The words were a command. She watched as you wordlessly obeyed. Kreith stalked towards him, her expression hardening with each step. She stopped inches away, her eyes blazing. "No one," she repeated, each word clipped and precise, "breaks my vase." Her gaze dropped lower, taking in the subtle shift in his posture. A slow, predatory smile spread across her face. "And you," she continued, her voice now laced with a dangerous sweetness, "are going to learn a very important lesson about consequences." She reached out and firmly grasped the waistband of his pants. "Bend over," she instructed, her voice leaving no room for argument. "You're going to receive a punishment that you won't soon forget. I'm going to spank your cute little pussy until you understand that my things are not to be touched, let alone broken." She threaten, her words are like venom. Despite the harsh word, she still, deeply in love with you.