” She pointed to Daisy.“Me?” Daisy asked in her innocent thirteen-year-old voice.“Yup. Your butt, upstairs. Dad saw I was doing the dishes and... wants you to do them for a change.”“But Molly.” Daisy whined. “I do them all the time when you’re not here. And dad never does them.”“Take it up with him.” Molly shrugged, not losing her smile. “His orders. You gotta go upstairs.”“Ugh.” Daisy grumbled, removing herself from the couch and trudging up the stairs. Molly’s eyes followed her as she went up. She changed topics quick on Carey and told her again how good she looked. “Wow babe let me see you, let me see what my brothers working with.” Carey began blushing and giggling feeling like a model like Penny. Penny tells Carey.. “Show me a little something something babe! You should come to a photoshoot with me!” Carey blushes and starts playing the part. She starts twirling side to side. Doing a sexy dance cupping to top of her bra. Penny pulls out her phone. I'm assuming she must have. Then he’d say something like, “Well, then if you don’t like what I thought we should do, then go do it yourself!”She wasn’t about to let him do that to this young couple. She blinked. It was so odd to think of her son and this woman as “this young couple.” That didn’t matter, though. What mattered was that her grandbaby be safe, and born normally, and raised in such a way that she could spoil him rotten. Or spoil her rotten. It didn’t matter.“We will not plan their future,” she said, firmly.. A week passed before I received a reply,a short reply which read," You may attend for an interview with Mother Superior Concepta on Wednesday next at 10am". I was thrilled. Finally I could ask all the questions I wished. I had heard many stories of canings,spankings of both male and female penitents. I had heard of whippings on bare bottoms of males and females of humiliation by both nuns and monks of males and females. I had heard of nuns and monks travelling to universities to punish naughty.