I told Daddy I was a superhero wearing a cloak, but he insisted on checking if I was wearing decent underwear; I failed, and even though Daddy was gentle, I learned Daddy’s hand is my butt’s kryptonite.
I asked Dad what’s the most he’d show of me on camera, and this is it. Dad spent a whole afternoon getting this shot right… and no, I’m not wearing underwear or anything– dad got a full view (and feel) as he adjusted my butt and hair just right to keep me (barely) “decent”.
