This is seriously the fastest I’ve written anything! Wow! This novel is flying! I’m glad though. I really hate getting stuck. I keep telling my husband, either I’m getting batter or I found a topic that I really like to write about! Who knows! 
So overall, the storyline is getting more intense. I’ve had to make a list of all the characters because I’ve added lots more to add to it. I have been thinking that I’m going to need to re-read it because I’ve been writing a lot of this at night! But I’m hoping it’ll turn out good, maybe good enough to get published. That’s my goal.
So I have put in a little bit that’s off of page twenty-seven in my Word document of the story. I’m not sure what page it would be in an actual book, but I’m up to thirty pages in my document and I’m figuring I’ll be at sixty pages plus before this book is over. I just wanted to give everyone an update and let you read somemore of it. Enjoy! I’d love any comments you have!
We walked into his room and I stopped over by their dresser while Dad closed the door. It had been a really long time since I have had to be punished, I wasn’t looking forward to it.
Dad sat down in their little sitting area and patted the ottoman in from to his chair. I went and sat down across from Dad.
“I’m just a little confused about what is going on. You are the most obedient, helpful child that we have. What’s going on?” Dad started. I shrugged my shoulders.
“Annette, you aren’t making this easy. I don’t expect this type of attitude from you. Adam maybe, but you?” I sat there, not really knowing what to say.
“Annette, are you listening to me?” Dad asked. I nodded my head. I couldn’t help, but start crying. Not a hard cry, but a silent cry. “Ballerina, what is the matter?” I couldn’t say anything. I shrugged my shoulders and shook my head. I felt Dad pull me towards him and I put my face into his shoulder. The tears started coming, but I just couldn’t talk about why. Dad held me while I cried and when I finally finished, I pulled back from him. I wiped the tears from my face and looked him straight in the eyes.
“Dad, I’m sorry for my behavior this afternoon towards Mom. I was upset that she forgot me and then I came home and no one had left me any dinner. Then I still had to do the dishes. I accept the fact that I was wrong and disrespectful and I’m ready for my punishment.” I sat there with my hands in my lap.
Dad looked flustered. He ran his hand through his hair.
“Well, I’m confused, I’ve never had one of my kids confess and then tell me they are ready for a spanking.”
“Dad, please, just go ahead. I will feel better if you just do it. Please.” I didn’t want a spanking, especially at my age, but it’d make him happy and I could then escape to my room.
“Okay, come here.” I stood up and laid myself across his lap. I felt him pull my pants down and lay his arm across my back. I cringed and started crying with each lash across my backside. The rule was, for how ever old you were, that’s how many lashes you got. I got my far share.
Dad finally stopped and he pulled my pants up. I sort of slid off his lap onto the floor into the fetal position. The tears came and came. I couldn’t help myself. I felt Dad pick me up like a little child and he put me in his lap. I was obviously too big, but it did feel good.
“Ballerina, I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.” Dad gave me a kiss on the forehead.
“It’s okay, I deserved it. Can I go to my room now?”
“Sure, you do know that I love you, right? I wouldn’t do it if I didn’t.” Dad asked.
“Yes, I love you too.” I stood up and walked towards the door. Right before I got to the door, I turned around and ran to Dad who was standing by the bed now. I gave him a huge hug. “I love you, Dad, more than anyone in the whole world.” Dad hugged me back tight.
“I love you too Ballerina.”
So, what do you think? Please, LMK!!!!