‘Is your room clean?’
‘send me photos within the next 10 minutes.’
‘But what? I’m listening. You were told there would be random checks. Do not say you were not warned.’
'Yes, Daddy… I'll send them now'
'I'm sorry Daddy! I'll ti-'
‘Here is what we are going to do. You will give me a date by which your room will be spotless. When is that?’
'um… Thursday, Daddy?'
‘Thursday. You will also clean the common areas of your house. Kitchen counters organized, boxes lined up evenly, floors, living room, bathroom. Spotless.’
‘Last time I saw it, it was perhaps a solid A. Though if I’d really searched, I would have found some small things. Imagine that? You bent over on your hands and knees in the middle of the floor while I walk around and inspect things… and for everything I find, I calmly walk over to you and hit you as hard as I can with the belt. And then keep inspecting.’
‘Your room currently is maybe 60/100. Unacceptable. I could beat you for this and you would have trouble walking this weekend. So be grateful. Any questions?’
'No, Daddy… thank you. I'll make it all spotless'
‘When people ask, you just say you felt like doing it. And be grateful I’m not making you do it on your hands and knees. Any mistakes, and you’ll be cleaning their rooms for them while they instruct you.’
‘Good. Now back to work.’