Dada beat me with his belt, and was nice enough to turn the buckle on me 🙇♀️ the first night I was a screaming wuss, but the few times after that I was asking for more.
hastily clicking my phone off and hiding it under the covers every time Dad walks past the slightly ajar bedroom door after he’s tucked me in wasn’t a sensation I was ever expecting to feel again but here we are 🙈
Clearly I need to be taking away your phone at bedtime…
i lost track of how many times i was just minding my business, going about my day, when Daddy would simply hold up 3 fingers in front of me, annnnd suddenly my brain was mush and i couldn’t talk anymore