Hamid took things slow and had another cup of coffee before going downstairs and washing the car, a nice red Ford with enough space for four people or lots of groceries. After cleaning it to his satisfaction he went to the living room again and dropped on the couch, making himself comfortable before enjoying his favourite show on Netflix until it was time to make lunch. He wasnīt very hungry after the good breakfast he had enjoyed so he just had a salad with some orange juice. Time flew by and he did ocassionally think of his daughter, but was absolutely convinced she would be home in time. Boy was he in for a suprise! As afternoon became evening he started to prepare some curry for him and his daughter. As it was starting to get late his heart sank. Where was Amirah? He tried calling her, wondering if he should pick her up, but was ignored. For the first time he felt anger, even if it was way outweighted by worry. Hopefully nothing had happened! He paced around the room, looking at the clock every few minutes, until he finally got a text. He send a reply without indicating his mood. The curry was cold by now and he hadnīt decided how to deal with Amirah. The thought of giving her a good spanking certainly occured to him, but it was weakened by the desire to just hold her in his arms so everything was okay again.
Hamid took a deep breath when he heard his daughters steps, opening the door for her. "Amirah! Thank god your fine.", he let out his eyes wide and panicky. "Whats...whats that on your face? Come on, wipe it off.", her father said, as the make up stood out in a way and he didnīt like it. While he didnīt have moral objections to it necesseraly, he thought it didnīt suit her, he just didnīt like it, espacially not on a young girl. Thus he had been uncharacteristically blunt with the young teen. As he closed the door he watched his daughter dissapear into the bathroom. "Amirah, my girl, what should I do with you?", he asked out loud, making his worry more than apparent just by the tone of his voice. Alltough he hated it some kind of punishment would be in order, but he didnīt know how to punish his sweet, innocent child. He looked Amirah in the eye, his dissapointment still all too apparent. "Eat.", he told her and pointed at the tasty curry on the table, even though by now it was a bit late and had gotten cold, but he forgot about these details. After a long pause he decided it was time to start the "talk". "Amirah, my sweet, what do your friends parents do when their child disobeys them? I hate the idea to punish you, but you were supposed to be home way earlier and I was sick with worry.", Hamid explained,"Surely Deena or some other girl has talked to you about this at some point?" So much he hoped, trying to be fair here, alltough he still had that wild urge to throw her over his knee and blister her slender little bottom - such a naughty child! But he mustnīt overdo it. No. Amirah was a sensitive child. Hamid had to think this through carefully and rationally.
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