Obey

You froze, your eyes fixed on your father's raised hand, as the sting from the first smack still lingered on your skin. You weren't sure if it was the sudden pain and fear of another strike that made you stop or the fact he called you a 'bad girl'. Whichever it was you stopped whining, your body stilling in obedience.

Your father's hand remained suspended mid-air for a moment, as if daring you to make another sound. Eventually he slowly lowered it back down to his side. Your father's voice was calm as he spoke, "Good girl, Amber. You need to learn to obey."

You let out a soft sigh, still feeling the sting from the smack on your ass. You looked up at him, your eyes wide with a wanting desire for more praise.

Your father's expression remained calm, but his eyes seemed to gleam with a hint of satisfaction. Your mother, still standing beside him, smiled warmly and reached out to pet you on the head again. "Good girl, Amber," she cooed, her voice soothing. Just as you hear Jimmy's footsteps coming down the stairs.

Once he's back, your mother claps her hands, "Let's eat!", she says enthusiastically.