How I wanted to follow her wherever she would go, just to serve her, to bring her happiness in any capacity. But Jenna wasn’t about talk, because ta...k is cheap, and with Jenna, I knew not to let my mouth write checks that my ass (or balls) couldn’t cash. She runs her hand through my hair and then grabs it, shaking my neck hard before dragging me down the hall. She stomps when she walks, especially when she’s feeling “fierce”, which is most of the time. For a brief moment, as she continues. I guess that’s why I acted like a brat; I resented her doing what I thought was your job. You were more like my buddy, blunting Mom’s ire, but I never knew if you loved me. I didn’t want you to be my buddy; I needed you to take control so I could feel your love. As a child, I had no idea how to tell you that. The day Mom left us, you became the Daddy I’ve always wanted and needed. I thank you for that. When you order me to do something, it affirms your love for me because I know you want the. I gave her a dozen or so hand spanks with increasing severity across the seat of her jeans during which she stuck her bottom out provocatively but although she wriggled a bit on my lap there was something missing. I stood up. "You are going to dress properly for this Sandra" I told her, "and I am going to dress you for it!........... We are going upstairs and I am going to tell you exactly which clothes you will wear and what you will take off what's more your punshment. ” He said.The little girl then asked her mother what a “slim dick” is. The mother panicked and said: “It’s a pair of boots.”The next morning was thanksgiving, she walked past her father shaving in the bathroom.He cut him self and exclaimed: “Oh, shit!”The little girl asked what shit meant. “I’m shaving right now, sweety” said her father.Then the girl went into the kitchen where her mother was cooking the turkey. She accidentally dropped it on the floor and said: “Oh, fuck!”“What does fuck.