Kayla and I got to my house from a day of shopping. We were giggling and enjoying the high of buying the perfect pair of shoes. They can be really hard to find sometimes, so when you do find them it fills you with so much joy. But our giggling and joy was cut short when we walked into the living room and there stood my daddy, arms crossed, looking down at us with a very stern look on his face. We both stopped and grabbed each other’s hands nervously. Knowing we’d be caught we also knew that we faced a punishment at Daddy’s strong stern hands.
Strong Stern Hands
Ok, so MAYBE we didn’t exactly have permission to take Daddy’s car to the mall. PERHAPS I hadn’t quite passed my driver’s test and still only had my permit. But, that was really no reason for Daddy to be so angry. We DID leave him a note explaining that it was a dire emergency.
However, Daddy didn’t think needing new shoes was an emergency. He’d also insisted on Kayla agreeing to obey all my Daddy’s rules whenever she was with me. You flood the Principal’s office ONCE and people start throwing around words about you like “trouble” and “mischievous.” It’s slander I tell you! So, Daddy had told Kayla that if we were going to be thick as thieves that she had to agree to not only following Daddy’s rules for us but being subjected to his punishments when he felt we deserved them.
Daddy pointed to the basement door that held the entrance to Daddy’s punishment room. We both set down our bags and slinked off together. I mean, there’s a possibility that we weren’t feeling quite as contrite as Daddy thought we should feel. But, after our VERY hard spankings and COMPLETELY UNECESSSARY anal punishments, we were definitely feeling a bit more sorry for the choices we’d made that day making Daddy worry about us.
Lesson learned, next time, we won’t leave an incriminating letter telling Daddy what we’re doing. He can figure it out for himself!
Zesty Zoey
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