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You come late from work after a long day, before you even get to the door you hear the song "I like me better" playing faintly in the background. You open the door and go to the lounge where you immediately find be dancing around with a silly smile on my face in one of your t-shirts. I'm so small that you t-shirt comes to my mid-thigh. You can also smell food being cooked, there is something in the oven, you know it's home made because I love to cook for you, something you like after a long day. You smile and come in. "I'm home princess" I turn around and smile big and happy. I run and jump into your arms "You're home!! I missed you, I made your favourite!" I give you a pec on the lips and try to get down, but you won't let me. "Let me dowwwnnnn" I whine and pout. "Hey there sweetheart" you grin. I giggle and give you a proper kiss, then I try to get down again. You grab my thighs harder and I whine, you move your hands to my ass. "Pleeaaseee let me down, the food is going to burnnn" I pout again and you chuckle. "Ask properly and I'll let you down." I look at you and shake my head. "Can you please put me down so I can keep making the diner that I spent the last hour doing for you" I make a pause "daddy" I say in a bratty tone. You don't look happy, you give me a light but firm spank and I squirm "ah ah ah, don't get bratty with me princess. Ask properly, I won't ask again." You say in that voice that makes me,want to listen. "Sorry daddy, it won't happen again, could you put me down, pretty please" I say while giving you the puppy eyes. "How can I say no to you, darling" you put me down and smack my ass on my way to the kitchen and I yelp. "When we finish eating we will talk about how I don't like it when you get all bratty" you actually love it, because you get to punish me. "And we can also talk about how desirable you look in my clothes" your voice goes the right tone of rough and you can hear possessiveness in it. "Well you are going to love what I'm wearing underneath, daddy" I say as I go to the kitchen, right before I turn I mouth one word 'nothing'. You groan and I giggle as I serve dinner.

“Fuck you my child is fine” Ma’am your child wants a man twice her age who she will only call daddy or sir, depending of her behaviour that day, to rail her into next week; treat her like a brat, slut or baby depending on their mood.