We've just gotten back, I've just locked the door behind us. Already I've pushed your back against it, my hand firm on your shoulder. You struggle for a moment, out of habit, out of sassiness, and I step in even closer, my other hand grabbing your chin. "Weren't you, young lady?"  You can tell by my tone that I mean business, but you think you might be able to talk your way out of it. "Come on, you know I didn't mean anything by..."  I put my index finger over your lips. "Shhhh. You know it's important to daddy that you behave yourself."  I trace your lips with my thumb, the rest of the hand holding your chin. I've previously kissed off all of your lipstick in the cab. "Shhhh. You're going to have to be a good girl now and listen. Here, suck your daddy's thumb while you listen." My thumb slips between your lips, and you open your mouth just a little bit. I smile at your resistance. "You can do better than that, little beauty."  Eyes downcast and submissive, you take my thumb in your mouth and softly suck. You feel both the deep, fleeting embarrassment at being treated like a petulant child, and also something else. You feel that strange mixture of safety and helplessness that come from surrendering control of yourself to your loving and stern daddy.  "That's my good girl. Now listen: it's very important to daddy that you behave yourself when we're out and about. Now you know that I'll never stop you from having fun or acting a little wildly; but you also know that I have to punish you for misbehaving when you get home. Because daddy has to teach you what happens to naughty girls. You know that, don't you princess?"  Still sucking my thumb, you know that your best bet is to just nod. You now know that you've got some discipline coming, and your dominant concern is not making it worse.  "Now pull up your little dress with both hands so daddy can see if you're wearing those panties I picked out for you yesterday."  The blush on your little cheeks deepens even more as you realize your mistake... you're wearing the wrong panties! As you coyly raise the hem of your dress higher and higher, all you can do is hope I've forgotten which pair I told you to wear for me.  But of course I remember. And you're going to have a hard time over my knee tonight, young lady... 

I'm looking for a woman who's a little girl on the inside, whatever her age on the outside.  I'm just a man who'll spank you when you need a spanking, and let you sit on my lap and feel my arms around you when you're a good girl. Are you looking for your stern and loving daddy?