Good Girl

When you cum your cheeks glow, the smile upon your beautiful face lights the darkest of souls.

I see the happiness, I see the pride, I see the effect the two words I whisper have.

“Good girl.”

Those words you love to hear, those words I love to whisper.

Especially as I push my cock into your plump glistening lips, reassuring you as you struggle with my head in your throat.

“Good girl.”

Those words you need as I fuck your pretty face, as I grasp your skull and use you.

“Good girl.”

As I blurt in an orgasmic grunt releasing my seed into you mouth, giving you a belly full of what you always tell me you need.

“Good girl.”

I sigh as I lie back and let you do as you wish with your eager tongue and hands as they squeeze out every last drop of what I give.

“Good girl.”

The words I kiss onto the top of your head into your silky smooth blonde hair once you snuggle up onto my pillow like chest.

“Good girl.”

Because you are the very best good girl I have ever known, the very best good girl I will ever know, the good girl I will cherish til death and beyond.

My, “Good girl.”

His delight, your distress

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.