It seems she’d left her daughter to her own devices for far too long. Hands lower, landing on her hips as icy gaze settles upon the younger one. The teenager cared about nothing – except maybe the phone sitting in her hands. In fact, she didn’t even give her mother an excited response to her return. And here she was, bringing presents and hugs. Staring down at the girl, she woman’s thoughts wander. It’s time to stop the bratty nature. Now, the woman had always agreed with her husband that perhaps physical discipline was unnecessary, but now? Well, her husband isn’t present, and after years of misbehavior, how could he possibly disagree with her methods? She didn’t want to be like her mother – a mother that would have bent her over the nearest piece of furniture and taught her a very hard lesson had she spoken the same way that Sasha was. Maybe her mom was right.
Without another word, the woman reaches down and grabs the cell phone from her daughter’s hands, tossing it in the pearly bleached bag. Enough was enough. The girl wasn’t even trying to deny her wrongdoings. The bag is deposited on the nearby table, free hand taking Sasha’s arm, and then a seat taken beside her daughter. Had things been a little calmer, the woman might have dragged her child inside for more privacy. Apparently, the lesson needed to be learned immediately. Any words that might leave the girl’s lips are ignored, manicured digits pulling Sasha’s arm to guide her over pale lap, the other arm wrapping around the girl’s thin waist to keep her in place.
“I came home early, to see my beautiful daughter. Who apparently, hasn’t been to school, has been extremely rude to her teachers and has developed quite the naughty mouth.” A different punishment awaits her for that. Free hand draws up, coming down on clothed, upturned bottom.
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