Boot Camp
‘Daddy, may I please skip boot camp tonight?’ ‘No,’ he scoffed. ‘But it’s cold and I’m tired and–‘ Daddy just looked up from his iPad at me. He wasn’t having any of it. I stomped upstairs and changed into my workout clothes. As I shimmied out of my jeans, I caught my reflection in the mirror. I faced away from the mirror and looked to see if the bruises on my ass were still vivid. Daddy had used the belt, the cane and the dreaded hairbrush on me last night after giving me an extended otk...