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I prance into the kitchen, wearing my finest red lingerie, feeling alluring and playful. With a swish of my hips, I begin washing dishes, hoping to catch his eye as he reads the newspaper and smokes at the table. He remains oblivious, engrossed in the news. Frustrated, I decide to surprise him with a scrumptious cake I've baked. I bring it over, setting it down seductively. Still ignored, I stomp over in my bare feet, stepping into the cake. Sticky frosting covers my leg. He finally looks up at my predicament, annoyed yet amused. I bat my lashes and wink, hoping to entice him. He sighs and sets down his paper, gently inspecting my mess. Leaning in closer, he wastes no time before he gives me a messy punishment and puts me in my place.