When I met Daddy for the first time I was so so nervous. We met in a bar with pretty fairy lights and it was all nice and magical. Daddy spoke and I listened and agreed cause I had no idea what he was talking about cause it was all grown up stuff. We sat in a little booth and the bar was busy. Daddy said that looking at me made him want to punch me and he asked me to lean forward. I didn’t know what to expect.
Then he slapped me. I didn’t know what to do or where to look, I know people saw us. Then he said ‘No, that wasn’t hard enough.’ and told me to lean forward again. He slapped me again, much harder. I was instantly wet in my chair, squirming around like a stupid little girl. I deserved it.