Trip to the Woodshed. My Daddy Dom and I have agreed upon rules that I follow. My feisty and energetic personality means that sometimes I get caught up in the moment and forget to make good choices. Usually I can follow the rules we have. I did agree to them after all. However, occasionally, I am filled with energy that I am unable to contain on my own and I break a rule. When this happens, there are most certainly agreed upon consequences.
Trip to the Woodshed
One of our rules concerns my driving record. Before Daddy Dom came into my life my lead foot almost got me my license suspended. Sometimes I can cry my way out of ticket. But there’s only so many times that works with the same officer. Daddy Dom found out about my driving record. So, he made me sit down with him and have a looooong talk about it. We agreed it was something I really needed to work on for both my safety and the safety of others. Since Daddy takes safety very seriously, it’s a rule he never bends on no matter what.
A couple of months ago I was running late for my grad school class and got caught up in the moment. I ended up pulled over doing 90 in a 65. I cried real tears when the police officer passed the ticket through my window admonishing me that there was nothing worth putting my life at risk going that fast. It was like a slap in the face knowing that I was going to have to tell Daddy what I did because it was the same exact thing, I knew he’d be saying while I was over his knee.
I could hear the disappointment in Daddy’s voice when I called and told him what I had done. It had been over a year since I had earned any points on my license. When he thanked me for calling him right away to let him know and assured me that we would deal with it later my whole body began to tremble.
Zesty Zoey
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