<div class="floatleft">(http://25.media.tumblr.com/38539b100bb1f67da40e72d1b5153d22/tumblr_mgzcxqfVqD1rlxy60o1_500.jpg)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Character name: </strong></td><td>Monica Hemmill</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Location:</strong> </td><td>Monica's House, the Kitchen</td></tr><tr><td><strong>With:</strong> </td><td>Cassandra and Adriaana</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Doing:</strong> </td><td>Getting the Daily Report</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Tagging:</strong> </td><td>Cassandra and Adriaana</td></tr></tbody></table><br/><hr/><br/>That went well.  The girl had added something not instructed, but it was sincere and in the proper manner of what she should feel and say so Monica saw no need to make an issue out of it.  And she was very, very pleased to see how quickly Adriaana took redirection and punishment.  For a moment Monica admired the view of a sweet, lovely young girl bending to Monica's will.  Then she had a much darker image of Adriaana bent across her knee taking a spanking and crying beautifully as she tried to be a brave good girl awash in a sea of emotions for Monica's control.  A warm feeling sank slowly down into Monica's tummy and she smiled.<br/><br/>Thanks goodness Cassandra hadn't commented!  That would have just ruined the moment if her headstrong daughter had picked this moment to again test her mother's limits of control.<br/><br/>"Cassandra, you were about to tell me about your day I believe.  And what is wrong with your car this time?  We can drop it off at Midas on our way out if we need to."  Monica tidied up Adriaana's unfinished cookies, dropping them into the trash, but left the glass of milk on the table.  Cookies were treats, milk was nutrition.  Adriaana lost one and would drink the other.