Daddy’s Bratty Little
i struggled to accept that i’m a brat. i had the conventional meaning of “brat” in my head. It took multiple people telling me before it sunk it. It was also said in delight at my playful, bratty banter. i didn’t hear it with the nasty judgment of a Dom who hates brats. Part of what made Daddy fall in love with me is the … Continue reading Daddy’s Bratty Little