Keep on keeping on

You clear your throat and glare at her, trying to resume your stern appearance. "If you think that I'm going to put up with the SLIGHTEST possibility that you MIGHT come home drunk under ANY circumstances, I'll make you wish you were back in jail."

You cross your arms over your chest and stare at her hard, making sure that she understands that you'll brook no irresponsibility from her at all. Your expression is hard to hold, however, as you watch her neck flush and her breathing getting deeper, her eyes glazing slightly. She whispers with a taunting little smirk. "And just what is it that my punishment will be...?" Her mouth opened again on the last word, as if she stopped herself from saying something...