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 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.