Daddy got home late that night. Yes, we had made plans, and yes, I knew that my bottom would be the worse for wear by the end of the evening. What I wasn't prepared for was the fact that he'd had a very long and trying day, and would be full of aggression and tension that needed release. One look at his face when I opened the door was enough to make my breath catch in my throat.

"Pet, you've been very naughty today." I opened my mouth to protest that I hadn't done anything, but he pressed one finger gently against my lips, to remind me not to interrupt.