"I'm a good girl," I told him.
"Yes, you are a good, sweet girl," he replied.
"Are you feeling okay?" I asked him, feeling his temperature by placing my hand on his forehead.
"I'm fine," he said, smiling.
"But, you always say that I'm bad," I replied.
"You're a awesome, good girl. I just say that you're bad so that I can spank and punish you," he admitted.
It's nice that he calls me his good girl. He continues to spank me, which I love, too.
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