Good girls get flowers. Bad girls get cock.

Good girls get flowers. Bad girls get cock. I’ve been very, very bad, Sir. My panties are soaked and I’m trembling because I need you to punish me. Bend me over, flip my skirt up, and turn my ass cherry-red while I whimper “I’m sorry, Master” over and over—knowing full well I’m not sorry at all. I crave the sting. I crave the shame. Tie my ankles to the bedposts, spread me wide, and use your belt on my dripping pussy until I’m begging like the filthy slut I am. Then fuck every hole until I can’t remember my own name. Please, Sir… I need to be owned tonight.