Prior to Princess Paula presumably pestering you on your potty proficiency, a pop song ringtone catches the attention of all those present at the royal party. It came from the pocket of Princess Paula's dress.
After she looks at the number calling, she says, getting back into character: "Oh my, pardon me, everyone. This is rather rude of me, but I think I had ought to take this phone call." With that, she proceeds to talk to the person on the other end of the line. "Hello?... Sarah's fine, we're actually playing together right now... Certainly, they're actually playing with us too... Yes, they really are... Yes, they've already apologized... I know, right?... Okay, I'll tell them, buh-bye." Princess Paula proceeds to announce: "Everyone, Her Highness Ms. Thompson has informed me that she will soon return and she will be holding a family meeting that we all are mandated to attend.”
The source of the call originated from the queen. Not Queen Sarah, but the true queen of this house who had returned from her outing: Ms. Thompson!
"A family meeting?" Maid Emily questions, as though she feels belittled for being subjected to a family meeting like a child.
"Correct, so I think it would be best for us to wrap up our party, don’t you agree, Queen Sarah?”
“Yeah,” replies the monarch, who is now giving up her sovereignty in deference to her mother’s commands.
The four of you proceed to clean up together, not just delegating the chores to your mother like you had during playtime. While cleaning, your mother has a realization, and says: “Maybe Daniel and I should get changed first,” noting your embarrassing outfits and not wanting her friend to see the two of you like this. “I’ll just have to get my suitcase from down—” SLAM “—stairs…” your mother finishes as she is made aware that her friend is now downstairs, so she’ll have to be seen by her in Paula’s frilly dress and colorful bloomers regardless. You wanted to get changed yourself, but you don’t have any of your clothes anyway. You certainly don’t want to ever wear any of Paula’s clothes anyway, so your best option at this point is to just stay in your princess dress and padding.
Once you all finish cleaning up after the party, the four of you head downstairs. Your face contorts some as the mess sways around inside of your pull-up as you walk. You were scared that your mom might notice due to her experience as a mother, but her thinking about her own state of dress probably occupied her too much for her to notice. Upon arrival, you see Ms. Thompson at the table with a few boxes and bags, and Felicity placing some more on the table as she slumps over the table in fatigue.
“That’s— pant— the last of them,” Felicity forces out.
“I told you that you should’ve never quit ballet,” replies her mother.
“Yeah, yeah,” she replies in an annoyed tone, “what’s all this stuff for anyway?” But before she can get an answer, the quartet of you are noticed. As you and your mother avert your gazes out of embarrassment, Felicity chuckles at you while her mother smiles as she tries to restrain her amusement.
“Hi, Mommy,” says Sarah.
“Hi, sweetie,” her mother replies while slightly laughing.
“We were playing princesses!”
“I can see that!”
“Daniel’s mommy wasn’t a queen or princess though, she was just a maid.”
“Oh, was she?” asks Ms. Thompson with a wry smile as she looks at Emily, whose cheeks flare up. “I’m glad you were all able to have fun playing together. Are you all alright now, honey?” she says as she kneels down and embraces her younger daughter.
“Yep, I like these three, they’re fun to play with!” replies Sarah as she points at the three newest residence of the Thompson household. You all smile in response, with Paula’s smile actually having joy behind it while yours and your mother’s smiles mostly have humiliation behind them, partially over what transpired between the two of you and Sarah earlier and partially over your state of dress.
“That’s good,” Sarah’s mother replies in acknowledgement as she lets go of her daughter and stands back up. “Thank you all for playing with Sarah.” Her tone then becomes stern as her smile turns into a solemn expression: “Emily, Daniel, do you realize what you did today was wrong?”
The two of you are silent for a few seconds before your mother meekly affirms for the both of you.
“And you two are very sorry, aren’t you?”
The both of you affirm this time, very embarrassed that you’re being talked to like you’re the age you’re dressed as.
“I’m very glad you’ve all made up, but I need you two to remember that you’re under my rules now, and I very much believe in constructive punishments.”
“I’m under your rules?” your mother scornfully asks.
“Yes, Emily, you are under my rules,” Ms. Thompson scornfully answers. “And the reason I went out was to buy the materials for your punishments. I wanted everyone in this house to understand that we are held accountable for our actions here, and that it’s my job to enforce that.” The matriarch then takes some items out of the bags on the table that you have now learned were purchased for your, and your mom’s, punishment.
What was Ms. Thompson’s intended punishment for the two of you?
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