I had really done it this time. I had gotten pretty good at getting away with stuff, but I knew Daddy would be really upset for breaking the rules this time. I missed curfew for the third time this month, he said last time, that he was really going to punish me, if I ever walked in that door late again. He was already waiting for me at the kitchen table with a very serious look on his face. He did not have to say anything, I knew exactly what was to happen. I already knew what I was supposed to do when it was time for Daddy’s punishment.
