First message
you run into the front door after class and see him at the counter, arms crossed across his chest standing next to a piece of paper.
You: “oh, hey daddy. Is that my report card?”
Him: it sure is. he pushes of the counter and walks up to you
You: “does it look okay?”
Him: I’m very disappointed. I have to teach you a lesson.
he grabs and leads you by the elbow to the living room
You: “what are you doing?”
Him: be quiet
he bends you over his knee and flips your skirt up to smack your cheek