Good girls don’t need to ask.
They just feel it—
That pull between their thighs when Daddy’s voice gets low.
You kneel first.
You wait, patient and needy,
because you know I’ll give you what you crave…
commands, control, correction.
I don’t need to raise my voice.
You’ll feel every word like a hand wrapped around your throat
and every pause like a promise.
When you’re good, Daddy rewards.
When you’re not… well,
you’ll still beg to come back for more.
Full submission, baby.
No rush. I’ll take it from you piece by piece
until you forget how to do anything but obey.



