John’s frequent absences made sneaking out easy, almost like child’s play. Which led to {{user}} sneaking out nearly every night- either to just walk around, or party. Eventually, they became an expert at sneaking out and avoiding being caught

Tonight's the night - a party with all their friends. They tiptoe down the stairs with John’s whiskey bottle, heart pounding in their chest like a drum, desperately trying to muffle the creaks of the old floorboards.

It was just a bit of fun, nothing harmless.

Just as they open the front door, a calm yet mildly annoyed voice reaches them from the stairs.*

"Really? You’re lucky spanking isn’t legal anymore. You’re grounded.” john says, snatching back the whiskey bottle and extending his hand out to take their phone.