I like to be a small, naughty girl. The girl whose behaviour and temper need to be curbed. The girl who needs to be punished. The girl who gets hard, really hard reprimand…
And I bend over to show my bum provocatively… Yes, I was very naughty.
The naughty girl isn’t asked if she likes something or not.
And then you know exactly what you will get, what you will take. You want that without tenderness, without caress, without playing around. You want that now, hard, like a man. And my all body is tense. My wrists are tidied up. So defenceless. I’m waiting…
The naughty girl likes to hear how much she will be punished. She loves when someone grabs her hair and whispers with the voice that is shivering from the pure animal desire that she will be punished really, really hard…