I sigh and open my eyes.
“When someone asks you a question, you will look at me first to see if you can answer it. When we are out, you are not to talk to anyone else, but you can talk to me freely. You will not be disrespectful toward anyone. If you are, you will land yourselfover my lap or in the corner. No matter where we are,” Daddy states. “You are to obey me at all times. Your safety comes first. If you do anything to put yourself in danger or harm yourself, there will be consequences. Understand?”
“Why so many rules?” I ask.
“Because I want you safe and healthy,” he replies.
“But I don’t need that many.”
“Do you want to land yourself over my lap?” he asks.
I shake my head. “No, I don’t.”
“I will tolerate some sass, but if it turns disrespectful, there will be consequences,” Daddy tells me.
I sigh and nod. I’m agreeing now, but I may not follow his rules. He isn’t the boss of me.
