Sunday morning, dad woke me up at 8 am. He said there was a lot of work to get done today. I was upset by this news because I was still exhausted from yesterday and of course I was still sore.
I got dressed and went downstairs for breakfast, which was oatmeal and a banana. After eating and cleaning up the table and washing the dishes, I met my dad in the den. He informed me that I was to vacuum out the car, wipe down the dash clean the inside of the windows, and wash and wax the car. I immediately got to work. I finished in about an hour and a half. I then went back to the den. Dad came out and checked my work and was satisfied. He then sent me to muck out the barn, as he had already fed and watered the horses. This took about an hour as I have the routine down. I went back to the den, exhausted and waited for further instructions. I was expected to clean all three bathrooms before lunch, which was in 3 hours. By the time lunch came around, all three bathrooms were cleaned. We ate grilled cheese and tomato soup for lunch, and then I was put back to work. I cleaned the table off and did the dishes. I then had to finish all of the laundry and then clean the living room from top to bottom: dusting everything including the ceiling fan and pictures, vacuum, and shampoo the carpet. I then had to wash all the windows inside and out before dinner. I had started with the laundry and then did the windows, and then started with the living room. By the time dinner was ready, I had completed everything except vacuuming and shampooing the carpet.
We ate dinner with pleasant conversation with my dad asking if there were any practices or games this week or if I had any tests coming up. After dinner, I cleared the table did the dishes then met my dad in the den to seek further instruction. Of course there was the punishment for not completing everything on time. It was again 40 smacks with the wooden hairbrush (20 per task thatvwas incomplete).
I layed over his lap with my pants and underwear at my ankles and my dad started immediately.
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I then finished vacuuming and shampooing the carpet in then living room. I was then released to my room where I could read or twidle my thumbs until bed, which was strictly at 9 pm. My dad tucked me in. If I thought this weekend sucked wait until next weekend, which is bootcamp weekend.
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The Principal's Mischevous Daughter
Ficção GeralDonna 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...
