Some Much-Needed Discipline

"You know what, Sarah? You're right. No more empty threats." I say, calmly. She looks relieved at my words, "You need some discipline in your life. Get out of the bed."

"No!" she shouts.

I grab the keys to her BMW from the nightstand, "Get up, or these stay with me. No more car, no more going out." I dangle them in front of me "Up, now.".

"Ugh, fine. Look away, I have to get dressed." I pause for a moment before turning away.

After a moment of shuffling and rustling behind me, I hear her say "Okay, now what?".

I turn around to her standing in front of me, wearing a large t-shirt over her bra. She looks like a younger, bustier version of her mother that I loved and cared for so much. The panties are gone from the nightstand, indicating she put them on quickly while I was looking away. The fact that she wasn't wearing any panties sends my thoughts spiraling for a moment before I compose myself, continuing, now fueled by anger, and a hint of jealousy.