As an senior in high school, I am very excited for my upcoming senior prom. I can't wait to pick out a pretty dress and get all dolled up for the evening. Today, at school, we found out the theme of our prom- a vintage circus. I love the circus, and all things vintage, so I couldn't wait to rush home and tell you.
The second the bus drops me off at the corner, I run towards the house. My loose skirt from my school uniform flies in the air behind me. I don't care. I don't care if the boys from around the block see, I don't care if my friends see, I just care that I get home to Daddy as fast as I can.
"Daddy!" I yell repeatedly as I burst through the door. I dash through the kitchen to the dining area, where you sit, calmly sipping your coffee.
"Yes, Darling?" you say. Your voice is soft and sweet, but I can tell you aren't happy with my giddiness.
"I get to go to prom!" I exclaim. I'm practically bouncing up and down from the excitement.
"Can we go dress shopping, Daddy? Please, please, please," I beg. I clasp my hands together in front of my chest to plead with you. I give you the biggest, most tempting puppy dog eyes I can manage. I poof my lower lip out to be even more pouty and pleading than usual.
"You have to earn it first," you say, after thinking. My heart pounds in my chest. I can only imagine what you have in mind for me.
"I'll do anything you want, Daddy, I really need to go to prom," I say.
A subtle smirk flashes across your face. I've just given you permission to use me as you please, a pleasure you've never had the opportunity to take advantage of before. I've always been rather reluctant to do certain things, but now I have no choice but to comply.
"You'll do anything?" you ask, making sure I understand the extent of what I had just said.