I suddenly had the suspicion that she was enticing me with this idea of obedience, knowing I could do whatever I wanted to her. Did she really have no idea what she was doing to me, sitting like this, saying these things? "Okay."
"Please, just don't get mad at me. If I make a mistake, don't hit me and yell."
"Oh, no, baby, I would never do that."
She shook her head. "It's okay, I know sometimes I might get mouthy and you might have to smack me around like all my other daddies."
"Baby, no. I'm not going to hit you. Those other men should never have abused you like that."
"Really? Daddy, you're so sweet. Well, I'll wait and see, because my other daddies said the same things."
I sighed. "Okay."
"So tell me some other things that are okay and not okay. So you don't want to do any f*****
