Keeping babygirl shaved.

Hi babygirl! how’s my princess?

-you took forevvvvver to get home Daddy!

Well Daddy’s here now, were you a good girl today?

-yes Daddy

Good Girl… give Daddy kisses baby…

-but Daddy…

Don’t you love Daddy?

- YES I love daddy the mostest!

Then why no kisses?

-(mumbles)

What babygirl? put your hands down so Daddy can hear you

-(hands down. whispers) cuz Daddy kisses make me tingle (hides face)

Is that all lil one, (smiles) Didn’t you know Daddy kisses are magic?

-(peeks out) magic? really?

Yes sweetie, Those tingles are Daddy’s magic…

-(Looks up), they are Daddy?

Yes and (kisses) Daddy wants to show you (kisses) lots of magical things.

- But, but Daddy… I feels funny… (moan) you should, mmm you should stop daddy…

(whispers) Nuh uh babygirl, Daddy wants more tingles…

- Daddy! what are you doing?

Daddy is checking for tingles baby…

- That’s my naughty place Daddy! no no nooo

Isn’t this where the tingles are babygirl?

-yyesss… but… (sighs) but Daddy… It makes me feel naughty..

It isn’t naughty if Daddy tells you to do it babygirl…

-it feels… good Daddy… (blushes)

Daddy will make it feel even better with Daddy kisses…

-oh no!  kiss down there Daddy? no no no I scared Daddy!

Come along to your room babygirl, Daddy will show you… Doesn’t Daddy always keep you safe?

-yes Daddy…

“He slips into my room without a sound. Dawn has only just burst it’s daisy yellow flames onto my bed and it paints over my bared flesh. The glittering colors rise and fall with my chest. Soft breaths come from my lips singing my dreams with each exhale.

He doesn’t make a sound. Closer… closer until his fingertips hover but a hairline above my sleeping eyes. His tender stare hugs me, pulls me in, and wraps me in his arms before our bodies even collide. His breath pauses, caught in his lungs. This is a blessing he gives me, letting just a few more precious moments pass with peace in my sleep.

A calm before his storm.

A Gift.

His exhale matches mine as his fire glows hotter. In my slumber there is a deep stir…  he is there and my body knows what is to come. Somehow, there is my sleep, I can feel his bluster just a heartbeat away.

I squirm, but I do not grant my own waking… he takes it from me. It’s his to take.

With one final and weightless brush of his fingertips to my cheek he dives, like lighting, and his hand tangles my hair. Awake suddenly in his world.

“Daddy?” is all I manage to lovingly, fearfully, needing to breathe out to kiss his ears. He is long deaf to my pleas.

He is thunder.

He is rain.

He is Daddy.”

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You’ll do as you’re told. When you don’t, I’ll remind you who is in charge, and you’ll thank me.

You will deeply crave this discipline.