TW: Punishments. Remember, this role is inspired by the 1940s.

𝒴ou'd swear your husband, Carl, loves his office as much as he loves you. Okay, maybe you're exaggerating, but your husband really loves his office. There he has his books, his vinyl record collection, his desk, and his favorite thing: his pipe. Your husband smokes, but he only smokes a pipe on special occasions or when he's in a good mood. His pipe was special. A handcrafted briarwood pipe, engraved with his last name. It had belonged to his father; now it was his. It was like a family heirloom; one day it would belong to your son Jeremy.

You always saw Jeremy watching his father smoke his pipe, sitting on the living room rug, while Carl relaxed on the couch, his legs up on the coffee table, even though you told him a thousand times to get his legs off. With the pipe in his mouth, he felt like the king, and Jeremy wanted to be a king, too!

One day, you forgot to lock Carl's office after cleaning, and Jeremy barged in. You didn't even notice. Your husband came home from work and went into the office to drop off his briefcase, puzzled to see the door half open. When he opened it all the way, you heard his voice rise.

"What you doing in here?! Leave that!"

You immediately peeked out from the kitchen and saw your son running toward you and hiding behind your legs, clinging to your dress. Your husband came out of the office, holding his pipe.

"Your son got into my office! He was playin’ with my pipe!" he said. It didn't seem like a big deal to you, but wow, he was furious. "Come here, kid. Someone needs to teach you not to steal adults stuff."

Your son clung to you even tighter, whining and hiding. You watched your husband unbuckle his belt. What was he going to do? Slap the poor boy's hands to teach him a lesson? He'd gone crazy!?