Emily's heart raced as her father shooed away that crowd that had surrounded him, and se quickly turned to face the blond man behind her. "Jack maybe you should go."
Jack frowned as the younger woman looked to him with wide eyes. "Why? Your dad is making everybody leave us alone. Isn't that a good thing?"
The brunette shook her head before laying her hands on her friend's shoulders. "Please Jack just go, ok? I promise to try and find you later." She turned her head to see her father slowly walking back to them. "My father's going to want to talk to me alone."
As the older man approached, Jack stiffened his shoulders before nodding, laying a small peck on Emily's cheek. "I'll find you tomorrow, ok?"
Emily smiled gratefully before nodding, watching her new friend quickly walk off into the lobby of the ship.
Carlton Prentiss let his angry eyes search out his daughter's when he heard her friend's footsteps slowly fade away. "Emiliana Ann Prentiss."
Emily's shoulders immediately sag as she felt guilt rise up into her heart, her head lulling to the side while her voice was whispered. "Daddy, you know I hate that name."
"Well right now you deserve it, young lady." He grabbed her shoulder and forced her to stand in front of him. "What on earth were you thinking, Emily? You cannot speak to your elders in that tone of voice, especially when they're of a different class."
The younger brunette looked at her father with wide eyes as her fingers held the fabric of her dress between clenched fingers. "But daddy you're their class. Just because I'm a class below doesn't give you or them different rights!"
Carlton shook his head. "Yes it does, Emily. You're only a different class because of your mother. But you always look my class." He smiled. "Doesn't that make it better?"
Emily felt her body stiffen, her muscles tensing as her eyes immediately hardened. "You think because my clothes are nice that it makes up for everything? Daddy, what matters is the way you speak towards someone. A personality and a heart triumphs over everything and anything else."
"Oh Emiliana. You have to learn that that is not how the world works. As much as everyone would like it to, it doesn't." He took a step forward and fixed his daughter's dress over her chest, making sure no skin would show. "But as long as you look the part, you are the part. You'll get so much more respect, darling."
"Bu-"
"No." Carlton's eyes hardened on his daughter as his large hand gripped her shoulder. "No more talking. Now, you and I will go back to the room for awhile so your punishment is served."
Emily's eyes immediately watered as she was led along the deck, her father behind her with his hand clamped hard near her neck. "Daddy I'm really sorry. Please, I don't need a punishment."
Her father shook his head before pushing them through the lobby doors, walking up the grand staircase and passing different passengers with each step. "Every wrong act must be served with a punishment, Emily. You know that by now."
"But daddy I'm twenty-two." Her heart raced as they made it to their suite, and she stood like a scared little girl in her bedroom as her father closed all the doors. "I don't need one."
Carlton shook his head as he locked them both inside of her room, and received a paddle from underneath his daughter bed. "Turn and stand against the wall, Emily."
Emily shook her head as her teeth sunk into her lip. "Daddy I don't want to."
"Now Emiliana."
Emily's tears slipped down her cheeks as she turned around, her palms flat against the red wall as her butt stuck out. "I'm sorry, daddy."
Carlton nodded slowly before closing his eyes, his hand bringing the wooden paddle to his daughter's lower backside. When a scream was emitted into the air, his jaw tightened as he hit her again. "You're a woman, Emily. Stop crying."
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A/N - I know! Horrible and mean, but we'll get love in future chapters!