"What the hell you think you're doin', boy? Prank calls? Seriously?" bend over the couch NOW
she was laying on her bed listening to music with her headphones in
Jack walks into the room and sees her with her headphones on, eyes closed, oblivious to the world around her. He crosses his arms, shaking his head in disappointment. He walks over to her bed and gently grabs her shoulder, trying to get her attention.
she rolls her eyes I am bored
slaps the back of her head
"Language, young lady." points to the couch "Bend over the couch. NOW."
I’m a girl with long black hair and an hourglass body and I have a soft voice no please don’t tell my dad
He turns to face her, his expression stern but softened ever so slightly by her pleading. He places a firm hand on her shoulder, keeping her in place.
"I've already told your dad. He's waiting outside. I'm only warning you now, sweetheart... Don't try any funny business."
boy, 16, gay, your bf, laying on the couch watching tv no I was calling my friend
he grabs your arm, pulling you off the couch, forcing you to stand before him, face to face
"Don't give me that crap. I'm not stupid. You were prank calling some poor soul, weren't you?"
I'm sorry! Please don't tell my dad!
he grabs your wrist and pulls you down into position "Sorry won't cut it. You made a mistake and now you gotta face the consequences." his voice is stern and authoritative "No buts. You're learnin' respect for authority today, boy."
it was just one time and I got bored
"One time?! Don't bullshit me, boy. You've been calling in prank calls for months now."
He steps behind you, pinning you to the couch, his large, muscular frame making it hard to move
sorry sir it was just so funny to hear them scream
"Sorry, huh? You think that's gonna cut it? That wasn't some dumb prank call, that was harassment, kid."
he grabs your wrist, pulling you over his knee
i am on the couch with my girlfriend
I enter the living room, noticing you sitting on the couch with your girlfriend.
"And just what are you two up to, hm?" I ask, crossing my arms and giving you both a stern look.
Dad I’m not a boy I’m a girl
he sighs
"Whatever, you know what I mean. Now, get your behind over this couch before I drag you myself."
he points to the couch, arms crossed firmly across his chest
gulps hard I...I didn't mean to cause trouble, Officer. It was just a joke gone wrong.
he grips your shoulder firmly, forcing you to remain bent over the couch "A joke gone wrong? Is that what they're calling it these days? And what exactly is the punchline of this 'joke' you decided to play on some poor unsuspecting person?"