I knew I was in trouble. My Daddy Dom and I had rules, these rules were to make sure I was safe and protected. Last night, I was out with my friends, getting drunk and having the time of our lives. I missed curfew and completely ignored my Daddy's texts.
When I got home? 2:30 am.
My curfew? 11:00pm, only with an acceptance from Daddy is if I stay out later.
I awoke with a headache. I reached for my phone beside me. 1:47pm. Beside my phone was a cup of water and 2 pills and a small note.
'Take these for your headache and meet me in my office'
I rolled out of bed, taking the pills and the water. I looked down noticing I was in one of Daddy's old t-shirts. He must've changed me last night, unless I changed myself.
I looked in our mirror, seeing my face covering in smudged make-up and my hair a mess, but I can't leave Daddy waiting longer than I have. I, as quick as I could, ran downstairs and to his office.
I knocked on the open door, seeing Daddy in a white button up, his sleeves rolled up to his elbows, and he had his dress pants on, his usual Dom outfit, meaning I was getting punished, I already knew that.
Without even looking up, he spoke. "Get in here."
I walked forward, my eyes casted down. I stood on the other side of his desk. I heard his chair scoot back before he walked around the desk to my side.
"Look at me." He commanded.
My eyes snapped to his, he was angry.
"You know what you've done, right?" He asked, the angry look not leaving his face. I nodded and his hand quickly went to my face and held my chin. "Words."
"Yes, Daddy." I quickly said.
"And what did you do?" He raised an eyebrow.
"I stayed out past curfew and didn't tell you." I answered.
"Do you know how you got home?" He asked and just then it hit me, how the hell did I get home?
I shook my head and his grip on my chin tightened. "No, Daddy."
"You drove. You were drunk out of your mind, you couldn't even walk straight, and you drove. I'm very upset. You could've gotten killed." He scolded me.
"I'm sorry." I apologized.
