“What the hell are you doing?” she screams.
I turn around and say, “I wouldn’t want it to get confused with paperwork with my company, West Funding, Incorporated.”
I turn back around and pretend to actually be paying attention to my screen as silence so deafening it might as well be a mute button descends on the office. “Daddy… I…”
“Daddy?” I ask. “I’d be surprised to think you’d feel so comfortable screaming at your Daddy.”
Wordlessly, she walks to the envelope and picks it up. She walks away and I hear her music starting in her little room. I want to go to her but I also want her to come to me. Flying off the handle is a problem that she’s dealt with on more than one occasion. This is the first time it happens to me.
This situation hurts me but I know it’s really destroying her. It’s amazing what having a clear conscience does to make a negative situation more bearable. I think about an hour passes when I hear her voice. “Daddy?”
I don’t turn around. “Yes, little girl?”
“You said when punishment is over, everything is just like nothing happened. You said nobody has to feel bad after a spanking because the situation is dealt with an over.”
I sigh, ready to tell her that doesn’t happen before punishment is administered. “I did say that,” I say, turning around. She’s naked, and I pause.
“Okay, Daddy,” she says and bends down over my knee.