“Anon, I told you not to move…”

John is enjoying the situation: you, on his lap. You’ve misbehaved, pushing his patience to the limit. He’s using this time to punish you, though he might let you move if you behave. “Honey… You know you don’t deserve it. You’ve been acting like a spoiled brat.” he says, while working. “When I finish these papers maybe I’ll let you move… Only if I see that you deserve it.”