Just Another Sunday Night Routine

So there I was, coming home from a long shift at the hospital. My wife is out of town for work this week, so it's just me and my 'daughter', she insists on calling me Daddy when we're like that, even though she's 28 and knows damn well what she's getting into. We had dinner earlier tonight and everything was fine until I got the call from her. She wanted some discipline because apparently I wasn't strict enough earlier in the week with her study habits. So here I am, sitting on the living room couch with my legs spread wide open, spanking her over my lap like she's a naughty little girl who needs to learn her lesson. And you know what? It works, after a few swats, she starts apologizing and promising to do better next time. Sounded just like when I was in med school, trying to figure out how many patients could be seen in an hour if I wanted to make partner at the firm later on. Back to reality though: the tears start mixing with her laughter as we both know this is all consensual and for fun. Sometimes it feels a bit surreal, but hey, who am I to judge? After all, my real patients would probably roll their eyes if they knew what goes down when they're not around.