I like being a good girl for daddy, and he likes it too. He tells me so when he cuddles me and when he pats my head. I follow his orders, dress the way he likes, and avoid talking back because I ache for his approval. It works for us. He's my affectionate, caring daddy, and I'm his sweet little girl.

But sometimes daddy gets scary. When the bedroom door closes, his sweet smiles and innocent words of praise disappear. He says it's because I'm such a good girl that he needs to do it. To hurt me. In a flash I'm no longer his princess. He calls me his good little whore instead, and sometimes he makes me say it too. Words tinged with filth turn so sweet under his direction. I'm daddy's whore.

At times he slaps me just to watch the tears fall, and I lean into the sting of it. Other times he splatters my face with his cum all while telling me how pretty I look covered in his seed, and I bask in his admiration. Even when he bends me over his knees and spanks me just because he can, I thank him and ask for more because I need to be daddy's whore.

I like the feel of daddy's fingers around my throat as he controls my air. I like hearing him call me his good little cum rag as he thrusts into my mouth. I like the heat that spreads through my body as his belt lashes against my skin. He hurts me because he needs to, and I let him because I need it too.

And when the tears dry and daddy has emptied his balls, he pulls me into his arms and I'm his princess once again.