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body. “After midnight, we can see. Well after midnight, we can see. Can’t we?”
“I’m really sorry,
Mr. North. I guess I kind of just forgot… I’m so sorry,” I used every feminine
trick I could think of – twisting my body to the side, pouting my lips, and
scrunching my face as if tears might come bursting out at any second.
“You should be. I
told you midnight, did I not? You willfully disobeyed me.” Mr. North spoke with
a cold tone, apparently immune to my sad-girl routine.
“I know! But I
didn’t, Mr. North, I swear! I just forgot, things got carried away I guess,”
came my hurried reply.
“Oh ho!” He
laughed, tinges of malice in the cackle. “Things just got carried away, did
they? Just got carried, you guess?” Mr. North shrugged his shoulders in a
mocking fashion.
“Yeah, I guess…”
Here my shoulders shrugged slowly as well, my head tilting to one side with an oops expression on my face.
The man’s hands
were steepled above his chest again, making me feel like a misbehaved child who
was in the process of being scolded for writing on the walls.
“Well, that’s just
fine young Emma. But, now you’ve got us both up in the middle of the night for
no reason other than you couldn’t follow a simple rule. It’s okay to be sorry,
but there are still consequences for our actions. You must know that.”
Consequences? I
didn’t have any idea what he meant or planned to do. Was he going to ground me?
Yeah, that’s a joke. I’d just pack up my bags and go stay in some rundown hotel
rather than play daddy’s little girl to this handsome man. I don’t care if he
is good-looking. There are lots of good looking men in the world; and I don’t
have to put up with this crap to find one. Although, on the other hand… it was
the middle of the night and I was pretty damn tired. So, I thought I’d play
along just until the morning at least.
“You want to
punish me, Mr. North?” I asked.
“Not want,” he
told me. “ Am. I am going to punish you. I’m not sure how your family
runs things in your house – but in mine there are rules and consequences. If
you break the first, you get the second.”
“That’s
understandable,” I said. “I’m still really sorry for being late.”
Mr. North leaned
forward in the chair and here I saw his eyes scan my body from head to toe, as
if her were deliberating what sentence should be handed out for my
transgression.
“I’m glad you find
it all so reasonable, Emma. Now…” his fingers tapped together at the tips.
“What should your punishment consist of?”
“…I, I don’t know
Mr. North,” I shrugged.
“Well, since
you’re up and about already, why don’t we have you do some housecleaning. Yes,
that sounds good.”
“You want me to…
clean your house?” I questioned, feeling annoyed yet somewhat relieved by the judgment.
“Yep. You’re a
nice looking girl. You could probably do well learning how to clean a man’s
house. It might come in handy for you later in life,” he grinned.
So, he’s a bit
sexist as well as tyrannical! Though it wasn’t the end of the world. I mean, as
long as he didn’t whip out some maid attire for me to wear as I went around
dusting…
“Ok, Mr. North,” I
smiled cheerfully, squeezing my boobs together with both elbows. “Where should
I start?”
“You’re a college
girl,” he said, “I’m sure you can look around and see what needs to be done.”
“Oh, I was hoping
you could teach me…”
This comment of
mine caused Mr. North to lean a little more forward in his chair, the smile
vanishing entirely from the man’s face.
“Ok, Emma. Go in
the kitchen and grab a towel off the counter. You can use that to wipe the dust
off.”
I did what he
asked, returning to the living room with my damp towel, awaiting further
instruction.
“Go on then, wipe
off the TV stand for me. Make sure
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