The next morning, dad woke me up at 9 a.m. telling me to get dressed and be downstairs in 15 minutes. I, of course, argued, which got me a smack on the butt. I then said "fine" and got dressed in loose sweats and a t-shirt and threw my hair up in a ponytail. I didn't want any tight clothes rubbing against my butt, which was really sore from last night's spanking. I went downstairs, and dad had breakfast ready. He had made scrambled eggs, bacon, and toast. I grabbed a couple pieces of bacon and sat down. Dad looked at me and told me that I needed to eat some eggs and at least a piece of toast. I argued that I wasn't really hungry. Then he gave the "the look". You know the look that parents give you to tell you to do what they tell you, or else you will be in big trouble. I sat there defiantly. Dad then said, "Donna Josephine Tanner, eat or go to the den. The choice is yours." I rolled my eyes and grabbed some eggs and a piece of toast. Dad: "Donna, get up." I did and he smacked my butt a couple of times. Dad: "You do not give me attitude or roll your eyes when I give you a command. You simply do what you are told to do, the first time you are told to do it." I sat down and ate my food... very slowly...
After we ate, my dad told me to clear the table and to wash the dishes and then find him in the den for further instructions. I instantly did as I was told because I did not want to face any backlash if I did not. I met him in the den, and he had me sit down so that we could talk. He told me that I was going to do some extra chores today, as he had told me that I would be doing extra chores as a part of my punishment that he had told me last night.
Right now, he wanted me to go clean the kitchen from top to bottom wiping down all of the cabinets (inside and out), the drawers (inside and out), clean out the fridge and freezer, clean the oven and on top of the stove, and sweep and mop the floor. He expected this to be done before lunch. I quickly got to work hoping that I did everything to his satisfaction and on time.
It had reached lunch time, and I had completed everything except sweeping and mopping. Dad was impressed with everything except that I did not get those two things done. He told me after lunch, I was to meet him the study. We ate carrot sticks, ham and cheese sandwiches, and potato chips. I tried eating just the sandwich and chips, when dad gave me a stern look and told me to eat some carrots... I just did as he was instructed.
After finishing lunch and clearing the table, I went to the den and waites for my dad. He didn't say what to expect, so I stood there waiting. He came in and told me to pull my pants down and get across his lap. Dad: "You got most of the kitchen done on time but most is not all. You will get 20 strokes for each task unfinished. You did not sweep nor mop. That is 2 tasks. You will now get 40 strokes with the wooden hairbrush." He then started immediately.
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Twenty minutes later, I had finished mopping. I pulled everything out from against the wall and swept and mopped under it and moved everything back. I had done it to the best of my ability. I met dad in the study. He came out and inspected it and was impressed. He then sent me to the garden to weed and water the plants. That only took about an hour. Dad gave me the rest of the day off. I wasn't allowed to do much other than homework, read, or nothing. I had lost all electronics, including my phone so texting Joey was out of the question. I completed my homework due through Wednesday and had dad review it to ensure everything was complete. (After the homework experience a month ago, dad has me have him check that all my homework is complete). Dad was satisfied. We then ate dinner, and I read until dad came up and told me that I needed to get to bed as tomorrow will be another busy day.
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The Principal's Mischevous Daughter
General FictionDonna Jo goes to school at Tremont High, where her dad is the principal. She has an older sister who is away attending Harvard University, so Donna Jo has a lot of people with a lot of expectations for her behavior and future. Well, this doesn't go...