My mother made it a rule that punishment is swift and certain. There are no excuses and certainly no mercy. I have many memories of my daddy's punishment routine. Once I was in the kitchen reading a fashion gossip magazine at the island when daddy came in carrying some washing in a basket on his way to the utility room. He saw me but failed to curtsey or wait for my permission to proceed. he reached the utility room door I said to him, "daddy, have you forgotten your manners?"
He was caned for his rudeness by my mummy that very day.
I remember when I first realised that my daddy was treated differently to men who are not slaves. I came home once from visiting a friends house and I said to my mummy, " Do you know that I was at Katy's house and her daddy told her to make him a coffee. I couldn't believe it he just sat there, he didn't ask permission to talk or kiss her feet or any normal thing". My mummy explained that not all men were family slaves like your daddy. I was so shocked, but I understood because we have some male teachers and they treat us like equals.
I think my daddy has a good life with us. His day starts early and finishes late, but he lives with my beautiful mummy and is allowed access to our bedrooms and sees us as no man would normally see us. He doesn't have to think about anything, he just does as he is told. He has lists of chores he has to complete so he knows what to do. I love him very much and often show him signs of affection. For example, yesterday I allowed him to kneel by my chair as I ate an apple and when I had finished let him eat the leftover core.
Sometimes I let him speak to me about his day. I must admit I don't do this very often as it might give him ideas that make him think he is worth listening to, which would be ridiculous.
One of daddy's tasks is to keep my room neat and tidy and to make sure my skirts and dresses are hung up correctly. He also keeps an eye on my pantyhose and nicker drawer. He does ok at this although I did cane him myself last week because one of my skirts was on the floor of my room. Such stupidity is not acceptable. He had all day to check my room. I know he was busy doing the weekly food shopping and preparing for mummy's boss to come for dinner, but still he should have noticed a skirt was on the floor.
Let me explain the difference between punishment and discipline. Every week on a Friday my daddy has to present the correction notebook which records any wrongdoing and suggests a punishment. This is done quickly and usually consists of either corner time, early bed, naughty step time or a face slapping.
His punishment is administered as a result of sloppy work, rudeness, idleness, stupidity or disobedience.
His discipline correction is not done as a result of anything he has done wrong but to remind him of his lowly status in the family. It is usually a caning administered every three months.
As I grew older I was allowed to administer the caning as part of my preparation in becoming a woman in our family. He always cried, sometimes screamed but my mummy said I should ignore this as it is attention seeking and wrong. It hurts him to be caned but he is supposedly a man and can take it.
He has to thank whoever administers either punishment or discipline which reminds him how fortunate he is to have us looking after him and ensuring his good behaviour.
Daddy is allowed to dress in skirts and pretty blouses, pantyhose and heels. His hair is long and he styles it prettily with soft curls.
As this is my first story about my family life, please let me know if you would like more.
Sarah
