It was my last day of high school. My last day of having to wear a uniform, though I planned to keep it since Daddy liked it so much.
“Daddy?” I called when I got home.
“Don’t scream through the house,” he said as he came out of the kitchen.
“You know where you’re expected to be.”
I set down my backpack and hurried to his office. I hadn’t skipped one class since Daddy started disciplining me — until today.
I skipped my last class, and I texted Daddy about what I had done. He had told me to meet him at home.
Daddy followed me into the office and locked the door behind him. My entire body coiled with anticipation.
Most would think that spanking would be a punishment, but for me, it was a reward — when Daddy did it, anyway. I liked knowing what the consequences would be most of the tim
