Sugar Jones, aged seven, sat nervously in the principals office awaiting her father's arrival. This wasn't her first trip here, in fact, she was quite familiar with the leather cushioned chair in which she sat upon. See, Sugar was a bit of a mischievous child. She couldn't help it really, she just let her curiosity get the better of her. It usually landed her in hot water with not only her school faculty, but also with her father, Serpent King of the Southside, FP Jones and her older brother, Jughead.

Today, a Tuesday to be exact, Sugar was sent to the principals office for cheating on her spelling test, and she was terrified. She usually got sent to the office for stupid things like throwing paper at classmates or drawing in her textbooks, but never for something so serious.

As Sugar sat there in the leather chair, she heard the dreaded footsteps of her father's boots. She'd know the sound anywhere. Her head hanged low as she thought back to the last time FP had to come down to the school.

"Next time I have to come down here little girl, it's gonna be bad for your behind."

Those were his exact words. Sugar shifted in her seat as the thought of what was to come clouded her mind. FP was a more old school dad when it came to disciplining. More often than not, Sugar was over her father's lap getting her bottom spanked, and boy did she hate it. Not only that, but her big brother also spanked her! And she just knew Jughead would be upset to hear of her cheating. Sugar sank further into her seat.

"Sugar Jones, just what have you done this time?" a voice growled from behind. Sugar's head snapped up and her eyes met her father's angry face. The man took the seat next to his daughter, and looked down at the little girl.

"I asked you a question," FP said sternly. Sugar looked down at her hands that were clasped in her lap and sank down in her chair once again. FP let out an exasperated sigh just as the principal walked in and shut the door.

"Mr. Jones, nice to see you. Again," Mrs. Chase (the principal) greeted as she took her seat. FP nodded in response, wanting to get this meeting over with.

"Well, I'll get right to it, Mr. Jones. Sugar was caught cheating on her spelling test today." FP shot a look to his kid and then brought his attention back to the lady in front of him.

"As you know, we have a zero cheating policy here, so Sugar will be suspended for the rest of the week. You can pick up her schoolwork after we are done here. I would also like to discuss the fact that she is in my office almost every week, sometimes more. This is becoming a serious problem, Mr. Jones," Mrs. Chase explained.

FP ran a hand over his face and groaned," Well what would you suggest we do, Mrs. Chase?" He looked down at his little girl, whose eyes were still glued to the floor, and shook his head.

"I can't tell you, Mr. Jones, but I do know that Sugar is on her last warnings here, and if she doesn't clean up her act, you're going to need to find a new school. She's a bright student, very smart, but her behavior is... Unacceptable," the principal warned.

"Thank you for your time, Mrs. Chase. I can assure you, Sugar will be better behaved from now on. Isn't that right, Sugar?" the father asked, lifting Sugar to her feet. The girl mumbled out a quiet "yes sir" and continued to look at the floor. Mrs. Chase nodded and saw the family out of her office.

FP silently walked down the hall of the elementary school after picking up Sugar's schoolwork, the little girl trailing close behind him. He was too upset to talk. Once they reached the truck, FP grasped Sugar's upper arm, turned her around, and swatted her backside ten times.

"Daddy, stoooopppp!" the little girl cried, tears running down her face. FP crouched down to Sugar's level and looked her straight in the eyes.

"I have had it with your behavior little girl. This stops today, do you understand me?" The little girl nodded, tears still pouring from her eyes.

"Good, now get your butt in the truck. We're gonna have a talk when we get home," FP ordered. Sugar climbed into the truck, wincing a bit as her butt hit the seat. Once she was buckled in, FP began the drive home, leaving the little girl to dread the "talk" she had coming.