"Say you did it"

He told you firmly,

intense blue eyes looking down on you,

trapping you on the kitchen counter where he placed you moments before,

his hands on either side of your legs.

"I didn't dada"

You denied it,

staring back at him with cute little eyes,

your little heart thudding inside

of your chest wildly.

He came home to find drawings

all over the wall in the hallway,

wax crayon that couldn't be cleaned

from the wallpaper,

obvious that it was you but your innocent little minds first instinct was to deny it and

maybe daddy would let it go.

"Don't fucking lie to me"

He scoffed.

"This is what I have a fucking problem with,

alright?

I don't like the fucking lies.

Just say you did it and I'll let it go,

hm?"

"I didn't do it"

You insisted,

pouting softly,

crossing your little arms over your chest

as your little mind told you to

deny, deny, deny.

"I didn't,

daddy.

It was the dog!"

"We don't have a fucking dog"

He growled at you.

"Quit with the fucking lies.

Tell me you did it.

I wanna hear you fucking say it"

"No!"

You refused,

avoiding his eyes.

"I didn't do it,

daddy"

"That's it"

He snapped,

snatching you from the kitchen counter top

as you kicked and scream for him to let you go,

placing you down onto the bottom

steps of the staircase.

"You stay there,

do you fucking understand me?

When you're ready to tell me the truth,

you can find me in my fucking office.

Until then,

I don't want you to move an inch

and if you do little girl,

I'm gonna give you the spanking

of your miserable life"

Huffing as he left you there,

you looked around for something to do,

sighing softly as you thought about what you did.

This could go two ways.

Either you stuck it out and denied

it till the bitter end

or told him the truth but your stubborn

little mind wasn't making it easy.

"I hate the naughty step!"

You yelled,

hoping that he would hear you even though it wouldn't make a difference to Jack Napier.

"And I hate you,

daddy!

I didn't do it!"

*****

Fifteen minutes had passed and

you were starting to get restless,

moving around on the step and

getting up to your feet,

looking down the hallway to check

if the door to his office was still open.

There was no chance of sneaking by to get one

of your toys or something to play with.

"Daddy?"

You approached his office hesitantly,

appearing in the doorway before stepping inside.

"I have decided to apologise"

"I don't want a fucking apology"

He met eyes with you.

"I want the truth"

"I'm very sorry daddy..."

You trailed off into a short silence,

not wanting to finish but you knew

it was the only way.

"I drew on the walls"

"You sure?"

He raised an eyebrow at you daringly,

a hint of sarcasm in his tone.

"It wasn't the fucking dog we don't even have?"

"Nuh uh"

You shook your little head.

"It was me daddy

and I'm really sorry"

An irritated sigh leaving his mouth,

he sucked his teeth in annoyance,

patting his thigh for you to come and sit,

pulling you onto his lap

as you struggled to climb up.

"Draw on my walls again

and daddy's gonna have to smack

that little butt of yours,

hm?"

He told you lowly,

a firmness in his eyes that let you know

he wasn't playing.

"Uh huh"

You nodded.

"No spankies,

daddy"

"Be a good girl and I won't have to"

"Otay"

You answered him quietly,

going silent out of fear of doing

something wrong again.

"Alright"

He kissed your forehead roughly,

giving your back a gentle push to signal

for you to scram and find someone

else to annoy other than him,

warning you as you did what he told you to,

taking out a cigarette

and placing it in between his lips to light it.

"Don't make me have to tell you again

because I promise you sweetheart,

next time I won't be this fucking forgiving.

Don't fuck with me"