Thoughts on being out late
What did I tell you? Sorry. That's not what I asked. What. Did. I. Tell. You. Ten o'clock. Yes, ten. And what time is it now? Quarter to eleven, but I can explain... I don't want to hear explanations, I want you in position. NOW.
Is there something we should know? Have you been out late, or is this just a yummy fantasy? :)
ReplyDeleteMy, but domestic discipline is HOT. I get a shiver of pleasure just thinking about being given a good hiding for breaking any of the many and repressive household rules set down by my 'guardian'... plus of course a subsequent loss of privileges, plus of course a grounding...
Explain that to a vanilla feminist!
Largely imagination, sadly. The problem is that the 'many and repressive household rules' here are neither many or particularly repressive.
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