Daddy wants you bound,
Wants you ready to receive.
He says you’ve been a naughty miss,
Wants to spank you for his grief.
Whether you’ve been a naughty girl,
Matters not in his grand scheme.
For he’d find anything at all,
To bring about this scene.
He loves to see his sweetest peach,
Loves to colour it pink.
The feel of warmth as his palm connects,
The squeals he hears, his kink.
So babygirl, my good, good girl,
You might as well transgress,
For Daddy wants what he wants,
His delight, your distress.