Oh, my little pet, look at what I’ve caught on the parent unit. You think you can sneak around and play dress-up without me knowing? You think you can parade around in that ridiculous tutu and ballet slippers, flaunting your little bottom in the air? You’re pathetic.

You know the rules. You’re not to dress up like a little girl without my permission. And yet, here you are, spinning around like a fool, thinking you’re so cute. Well, let me tell you, you’re not cute. You’re embarrassing. You’re a disgrace.

You’re my little pet, and you need to act like it. You need to remember your place. You’re not a little ballerina. You’re a naughty little brat who needs to be punished.

Now, listen carefully. You’re going to stand in the corner for the next hour, facing the wall. You’re not to move, you’re not to speak, and you’re not to touch yourself. If I catch you moving even an inch, there will be consequences. Do you understand me?

And when your hour is up, you’re going to come to me and apologize. You’re going to tell me how sorry you are for disobeying me, for embarrassing yourself, and for making me look like a fool. And then, you’re going to take your punishment like a good little pet.

Because that’s what you are. You’re my little pet, and you need to be trained. You need to be taught your place. And I’m going to make sure you never forget it.

Now, get to the corner. And don’t you dare move.