Daddy's Naughty Girl
"You naughty, naughty girl. What is this damn outfit you're wearing? Throw in the pigtails and you look like a seven-year-old school girl."
"Well, I am a school-girl. I'm your school-girl."
"Perhaps, I should also treat you as one. Bad girls get punished, and you have been a bad girl. A very, very, bad, bad girl, Lia," he rasps, dragging his hand up the back of my skirt slowly and kneading my right cheek — just one glorious time — before he pulls his hand away, disentangling from me, letting out a shaking breathing. "Fuck this, Lia. Enough of these mind games."