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Daddy’s Punishment
Daddy’s Punishment
Camila knew she would be in trouble when her Daddy got home. She hadn’t cleaned up any of the toys in her room and that was the only chore she was responsible for. She didn’t mean to, though, she had just lost track of time. Right when she was about to clean everything up, she got the notification that her package had finally arrived at her doorstep. It was something she had been looking forward to all week—a pretty, pink jumper-style dress that frilled out and fell just below her ass. She spent the next hour trying it out with different shirts underneath and twirling in front of her mirror.
She brushed her curly, dark hair up into pigtails with bows that matched perfectly with the pastel lavender shirt she wore, the colors popping against her bronze skin. She couldn’t help but slip her feet into high-waisted white socks and pink Mary Jane shoes. She spun herself around in front of the mirror nearly jumping with excitement. Daddy would love this outfit on her.
One of Daddy’s favorite things was when she put together outfits she felt he would like. She got so caught up with thinking about it she completely forgot about her chores and was in the middle of dancing in front of her mirror when she heard the front door of the house open.
“Mi amor? I’m home.” Daddy’s voice came down the hallway. Camila looked around the room at the mess she hadn’t cleaned up, quickly trying to plan what her excuse would be. She would get in trouble, for sure. When he came through the door, his eyes widened when he saw her, his jaw slacking slightly.
She stood at the center of her room, smiling awkwardly as his eyes traveled around the room assessing the mess of dolls and stuffed animals that covered the floor.
“Sweetheart,” he intoned, setting down his briefcase. “Your room is looking as messy at it was this morning.”
Camila hung her head. “I’m sorry,” she said. “I was just so excited about my new dress. I got it in the mail today.”
“I can see that,” he said, stepping closer to her.
She gave him a small smile, then twirled her body around so he could get a good look at her, hoping to distract him from the mess in her room. “Do you like it?”
He couldn’t help but smile back at her, taking off his stuffy gray sports coat. “I do like it,” he said. “You’re such a cutie.” Camila beamed at this. She loved when he complimented her. When he smiled, a small dimple would pop out on his cheek. He was the most handsome man she had ever seen, and she loved how sweet he was.
“Thank you, Daddy!” she said with a giggle, running up to him and wrapping her arms around his neck. He was much taller than her, so she had to stand up on her tip-toes and pelt him quick kisses. He took her into his arms, rubbing his hands down her back as he pulled her closer. His lips found hers, and they kissed deeply, his tongue tasting the hints of the strawberry flavor of her gloss.
“So, you’re not mad?” she asked, twirling a lock of her hair around her finger.
He raised an eyebrow. “Sweetheart, rules are rules. You know what happens when you don’t do your chores.”
Camila crossed her arms around her chest and her mouth turned into a scowl. “But Daddy!” she moaned. “That’s not fair!”
“Now, now,” he said, running his hand through his thick black hair which he kept slicked back. “Let’s not talk back. You’ve got to clean your room up.”
Camila turned around, stamping her feet, her attitude getting the best of her. “But I want to play in my dress,” she huffed. “Why can’t I just clean it later?”
“Because those are the rules,” he scolded, his brow furrowing. “Daddy goes to work and you clean your toys up before he gets home. You know I get tired from working at the office all day.”
Camila stamped her foot again, but she followed Daddy’s order, and picked up her toys. She went around the room and picked up the stuffed animals on the ground, but she did it without looking at him. Instead of placing her toys gently in their toy box, she threw them in. Daddy crossed his arms, trying not to smile. His little girl was so cute, even when she was angry, but he had to teach her that being rude like this was not acceptable.
“Little one,” he said. “You’ve got to be respectful. You can play in your dress after you’ve cleaned up. Those are the rules, and you know that.”
“I know,” Camila said in a drawn-out moan. “But there’s so many toys everywhere. And I wanted to show you my pretty dress and you don’t even care about it.”
“I do care about your dress,” he breathed. “I told you how nice you looked. But you still need to follow Daddy’s rules.”
“Well, I don’t like your rules,” she said, shaking her head furiously. “You’re being a huge butthead!” Camila knew she had made a mistake after that. Daddy stepped towards her with a finger pointing to a pink chair in the corner.
“Sit down,” he said. “You’ve got to sit in time out for fifteen minutes.” Camila frowned again, hanging her head, but she went to the chair and sat down in it with a loud “hmmph!”
“All right,” her Daddy said. “Fifteen minutes in time out, and then Daddy will help you clean up, and then we will play in your dress.”
Camila was unsatisfied, though. Sometimes she would get overwhelmed with her feelings, and, once she’s started, she couldn’t stop. This attitude got her in trouble a couple times. Daddy tried his best to be patient, but when Camila got a little feisty, he had to do what was fair. Today seemed to be one of those nights where Camila might have needed an extra level of discipline. He gave her one
