I want a girl that sits quietly in the corner, naked and demure. I don’t care much if she’s sobbing quietly, or if she shifts uncomfortably from time to time. But she doesn’t speak a word while she waits. When I feel she’s ready, I grab a fistful of her hair, force her eyes on mine, and slap her. Hard. Once, twice, probably more. Enough to feel better. Enough to make her face sizzle and burn. A stinging reminder that we’re not here to negotiate her beauty.

Of course, she has to know I only slap pretty girls. The prettier she is, the more I want her to feel it. I’ll ask her, “Are you pretty?”, then slap her as she answers. Then again. And again. I don't want to hear no, I don't want her to hesitate. I want the positive, affirmative answer, and I want to hear it clearly. I want to hear “yes” before I hear the echoing smack of my hand on her reddening cheeks. Even (especially?) if she's a shy, timid girl, I want her to know she's pretty, even if I have to smack it into her. I want to hear her say it with confidence, without hesitation, reflexively.

Do you want this? <Slap> Do you love this? <Slap> Do you deserve this? <Slap> Smile. <Slap> Smile harder. <Slap> Smile prettier. <Slap>

Self-doubt, insecurity, uncertainty just aren’t attractive. I’ve met too many girls who don’t understand their own value. Who don’t feel, deep in their guts and warm on their cheeks, just how beautiful they are. Just how assertively they can and should claim their space in a room.

Through eyes wet with tears and a big, beaming smile, I’ll coach her to be proud. I'll teach her proper posture so she doesn't hide her tits. So she proudly takes compliments. How to act when someone is flirting with her. How to be a pretty, proper girl. How to own who she is.

I want to meet a good girl who wants to feel pretty. And who needs a stern man to slap it into her.