"Duh" Kaitlyn muttered under her breath, watching as her father stood up and his voice became slightly more stern; it was a tone that she was used to hearing..and ignoring. Her frown deepened when he began to speak about a curfew "You're not serious, right?" Kaitlyn argued almost automatically, her frown deepening and her earlier shyness disappearing "That's way too early! I'm 13, not 5" Kaitlyn added quickly, her green eyes still slightly damp with her earlier tears as she glared up at her father. She wasn't entirely sure why she was arguing so strongly as the curfew wasn't that early, but something deep inside her was furious "I didn't move all the way out here to spend my whole life trapped in here!" Kaitlyn added dramatically as she flung her arms up in the air. She knew that she was being slightly over-dramatic but who did he think he was? She had barely been here five minutes and he was laying down rules.

Her attitude didn't improve when the subject of school was brought up, she rolled her eyes when he spoke about grades "Really? I thought I had moved all the way out here to get to know my father. Not just go to school then be locked up inside the house" Kaitlyn spat in response, she felt bad the instant that the words had left her mouth because she knew that he hadn't meant it in that way but she often spoke without engaging her brain first, it was something that caused many arguments with her mother "So much for 'starting a new life'" Kaitlyn added quickly, using her fingers to add 'air quotes' around part of the sentence before hastily wiping at her eyes and crossing her arms.

“So this are the troubles Connie told me about” thought Mark as he quietly heard his daughter retaliate. Her ex-wife had told him numerous times about the constant tantrums of the girl, and how it was being more and more difficult to keep her in line. Putting a little of discipline in Kaytlin’s mind was a part of the deal they both made a couple of months ago.
But still, he didn’t want to argue and punish his daughter the very first day she arrived, so he calmed his heart, killed his anger, and mentally count down to 10 before answering. He was a very respected lawyer and was a master of the diplomacy, so he calculated all his actions before opening his mouth. Battles are won with swords, but wars are won with pens, he thought.


“Katy” that’s how he called her when she was little; doing it both to put a familiar voice and as an act of dominance. His hands were rigid in a “stop” position, but with a slow movement downwards, to cool off the tension. “I’m very sure you are tired. It was a long trip and it’s getting late, you must be hungry too” said in a peaceful voice. “Tomorrow we’ll discuss further this topic, but as I told you, the rules are those” added with a formal voice. The only thing he could not hide was the fire in his eyes.



"I'll prepare dinner now, you can take a hot shower and change clothes. I'll be waiting for you" sentenced while turning arround and leaving the topic closed. Checkmate, he thought.

Kaitlyn blinked in surprise at the use of her nickname, she quickly recovered however and shot another glare up at her father although her posture became slightly more relaxed and less aggressive, she listened carefully as he spoke and tried to hide the smirk that pulled at her lips; believing that she had won that argument since he was no longer debating the topic but something was telling her that he hadn't quite finished and was simply putting it to one side for now "No point. I'm still not gonna' agree to them" Kaitlyn muttered childishly, she was determined to have the last word about it although she gulped quietly when she noticed the fire in his eyes, he certainly wasn't going to be as easy her mother "I want pizza" Kaitlyn added quickly, her stomach rumbling at the sound of food, she had packed a few snacks for the journey but had been so nervous that she had barely eaten anything except an apple and a few chocolate bars, she blinked when he suddenly left the room and rolled her eyes before deciding to take his advice and heading into the shower.

Twenty minutes later, she emerged from the shower and changed into a more comfortable set of clothes and her unicorn slippers, she had a white towel wrapped around her long hair and headed downstairs to check on dinner.

“Pizza!” laughted for himself while heading down the stairs. Mark questioned himself if he should had punished the girl right on the spot, but he decided to forgive her tantrum this time. Kaitlyn sure was hotheaded, and stubborn like a wild horse and that made him start to doubt about his skills as a parent, so he decided to give her ex-wife a call.
When he called Connie and told her Kaytlin arrived safe and sound, Mark used the opportunity to ask her how she dealt with Katy in the past. “Just ground her to her bedroom” Connie said. Quite an ineffective punishment, he answered. Today kids have their cellphones and videogames and such. Sending them to the bedroom is almost a prize for them.
“What would you do then?”Asked the mother. “You know my ways, Connie” slowly answered Mark. “Yes, yes I do… Okay, you can spank her. Just go easy on her, at least the first time”. “I’ll decide that when it’s time”, finished the concerned parent.


After the long call, he rolled his sleeves and started making the dinner. Lentils, this time; plenty of nutrients, easy to digest. Mark decided to strictly follow his diet, especially since he would have little time to go to the gym from now on. Since he had lived alone for a long time, he had plenty of time to play sports and train at the gym. He was already taller than average to begin with, and had quite defined muscles under his shirt.

Kaitlyn wrinkled her nose as she walked further into the kitchen, she had no idea what her father was cooking but it certainly didn't smell like pizza, she closed the distance between them both and peeked into the pot that he was using to prepare the ingredients "What are we having?" Kaitlyn questioned in confusion, she wasn't too fussy about food and actually didn't mind most fruit and vegetables but she could be very very stubborn when she had decided that she wanted a certain food.

"I'm not eatin' that stuff. It looks like fish food" Kaitlyn decided frowning, she hoped that he wasn't really planning on making her eat that for dinner because it looked awful, she pulled out one of the seats at the breakfast bar and climbed up onto the chair before pulling out her mobile phone and loading up a local 'fast food app', it showed her all the local takeaway's that could deliver pizza with cash on delivery. She didn't even try to hide her smirk as she ordered a large half pepperoni, half spicy chicken pizza with a can of fizzy juice on the side. The only problem was that she didn't have any cash on her but that would be her father's problem to solve when the pizza arrived in around 30 minutes time.

When the dinner was ready, Mark served it in two big soup plates. He readied the table and filled a glass of juice for each one of them. He was about to call Kaitlyn wne the door bell rang, surprising him on the spot. “Someone calling at this hour ?” he asked himself when he headed to the door.
When he opened, a young man, maybe in his twenties, quickly replied. “Pizza for miss Kaitlyn Marshall…” “What?” was the only thing Mark could mutter, with a dumbfounded face. “Is this Oakvale road. 478, mister?”… “Yes, it is. But we never ordered any pizza”.
“It says right here, in the bill, sir. Kaitlyn Marshall, Oakvale rd 478, large pizza half pepperoni half spicy chicken and a can of juice. Even her phone number is in the bill… That would be 15 pounds”

Sudently, Mark realized what Kaitlyn had done. In a flash of a second he left the pizza delivery man alone and headed to the kitchen where Kaitlyn was with large steps. He was furious and his face was red like a tomato. With one hand he snatched the cellphone from her hands and with the other firmly grabbed Kaitlyn by the ear.

Did you really called pizza Kaitlyn!!?? Knowing I was making the dinner!!!???, he strictly asked his daughter while dragging her to the door. His eyes were pure fury.

Kaitlyn peeked up at her father when he finished making dinner, it didn't look any more appetizing as a soup than it did earlier, she tried to hide her smile when she heard the doorbell ring and tried to listen to the conversation without making it too obvious, she pulled up 'twitter' and quickly started to compose a tweet about her brilliant idea. A small part of her actually wondered if he would actually pay for the pizza or if the poor delivery guy would be sent back without payment, it would be pretty mean if he chose the latter because it was his fault; if he's listened to her in the first place and just ordered a pizza then she wouldn't have been forced to take things into her own hands.

She had to force herself to look down at her phone and try to contain her laughter as she heard her father's footsteps become closer and closer before she jumped when he snatched the phone from her hand; putting the end to her tweet "Ow! Hey!" Kaitlyn squealed in pain as she felt his fingers lock onto her ear before she felt herself being pulled towards the door "Lemme' go!" Kaitlyn demanded loudly, she wanted to pull away from him but with the grip that he had on her ear, she worried that she might lose her ear if she did that "I told you I wasn't eatin' ow! that stuff!" Kaitlyn shouted in response, she blushed as she got closer to the door and tried to dig her heels into the floor but as she was barefoot; it wasn't working too well.

"What is this? " asked her father while looking the girls cellphone with his left hand. "Do you think this is a joke ? Do you think this is a restaurant?" added in a scolding voice. It was unbelievable, not only she decided to defy him by ordering a pizza, but she also had the guts to tweet a joke about it. It was certain that his daughter needed a good spanking desperately, even if it was the very same day she arrived home.


When they reached the door, Mark lifted his hand a little bit more, leaving Kaitlyn dancing on her toes, and with a strict tone he told the pizza guy “Excuse me lad, but my daughter thinks she can outsmart both of us and asked a pizza without even telling me”. The young man just stood in silence and shock and only could nod in response. “Now, here is the money. Please return the pizza to the store or feed the stray dogs with it, I don’t care. But please, don’t accept any order from this number or address anymore…. Now if you excuse us, my daughter has earned herself a long trip over my knee” finished while handing him some bills.

"It's a cellphone. What do-ow! does it look like?" Kaitlyn snapped sarcastically, she had never seen her father this angry, she had only really spoken to him on Skype and it was obviously unlikely that she would ever see him in anything but a happy mood but she was starting to wonder if she had crossed a line "What? I don't even ow! get a choice in what I eat?" Kaitlyn added quickly, frowning up at her father while she attempted to squirm away from him "It hurts. Please let go!" Kaitlyn whined sadly, she blushed when she came face to face with the pizza delivery guy and squealed in pain when he raised his hand higher and lifted her onto her tip toes, his grip not loosening at all. Kaitlyn blushed bright red when he began to explain the situation to the very confused delivery guy, her eyes widened in shock when her father paid for the pizza but then told him to return it or feed the stray dogs instead "What? No! You can't be ow! serious!" Kaitlyn shouted loudly, she blushed deeper as he continued to have a conversation; as if she didn't even exist, although she wished that she could disappear through the floor when he spoke about her earning a long trip over his knee.

“You have earned the spanking of your life, young lady” was the last thing Mark said before closing the door behind them and quickly dragged Kaitlyn to the kitchen, never releasing the strong grip on her ear. “I cannot believe this, Katy”, he used the same nickname he called her a while back. “You are 13 years old but you still behave like a little girl, and since you clearly do not listen to reasons, you’ll be treated like one” said Mark while searching for a high stool.

Then he seated right in the top of it a quickly pulled his daughter over his left knee. The stool was very high, so the girl couldn’t reach the floor with his hands or feet. Then he crossed his other knee over Kaitlyn’s legs, eliminating any attempt of kicking and the left hand firmly secured Kaitlyn in place.
With the girl firmly secured, Mark started his lecture. “I don’t know where you learned such manners, because I’m sure your mother taught you better!” “But now in this house you will follow the rules, and that is NOT a question !” Added while continuously pointed his finger on the girl’s bottom to put emphasis to his words. Finaly, he raised his right hand over his head and delivered a forceful slap.