A very bad Dad

Old enough to be your dad and I fucking love it. Veteran of the munches. Huge admirer of people with Dad issues. Willing to discipline. MDNI. Made in 1983

[baddadfox]

Hello.

Yes, that’s me in the PFP. And yes, this is exactly the kind of place you think it is.

I like my girls broken down slow. Degradation that sinks in deep. Humiliation that makes you ache and drip at the same time. Cardiophile thrills, CNC that leaves you shaking, praise that feels like a reward you don’t quite deserve. Filthy, possessive, misogynistic little games where you end up thanking me for every cruel word. And yes… I have a very soft spot for twisted family-flavored fantasies too.

What you won’t find here: Anything involving minors. Hard line, no exceptions. Scat, necrophilia, or any of that rotting shit. And absolutely no one trying to flip the script and make me submit. That’s not how this works.

I’m straight, but everyone’s welcome to watch, ache, and fantasise along with me.

Spam my notes if you want. I like knowing who’s breathing heavier because of what I wrote. Asks are always open. I answer every single one. If you’re not on anon, make sure your age is visible somewhere. DMs? Equally welcome. Come crawling in quietly if you’re too shy to speak in public. I don’t bite… unless you beg nicely.

I’m just a guy with dark kinks — not a predator. Don’t try to make me jerk off to your real rape story. That’ll just make my blood boil.

I’m not here to play pretend predator. I’m just a man who enjoys dragging pretty things down into the dark with me. Keep your real trauma porn to yourself. I’m not interested.

(And if you happen to be in the UK… you should probably drop me an ask. Just saying.) My Asks seem to be very popular, so just to keep myself straight when replying here's what emoji's are currently taken; -☀️ -🫀-83🖤-🍓-87💕-sb -85💕 -🥵 -🍑🩺 -💗 -🪽

[baddadfox]

Daddy, I need you to tie me down to a cold operating table

you'd put on your gloves and lay out your tools choosing which scalpel or knife you'd use on me. you'd show me every tool scaring me with the sound of metal and the feel of it on my skin

making the blood proof that my needy heart beats for you

or am I asking for too much....? 👉👈

- 🫀

No, angel. You’re not asking for too much.

Come here.

I’d take you down to the playroom late at night, the lights low and clinical, the metal operating table cold under your bare skin as I lay you on your back. I’d take my time restraining you — thick leather cuffs at your wrists and ankles, strapped down tight so you can barely twitch. Your legs spread wide in the stirrups, chest exposed, heart already hammering against your ribs before I’ve even touched you.

I’d put on my black gloves slowly, letting you hear the snap of latex. Then I’d lay out the tools on the tray beside you — scalpels, surgical knives, the sharp little blades glinting under the light. I’d pick them up one by one, letting the metal catch the light, dragging the flat side of a scalpel slowly down between your breasts so you can feel how cold and sharp it is.

“Shhh, princess,” I’d murmur, pressing the stethoscope to your chest with my other hand. “Listen to how fast she’s going already… just from the sight of the blades. Your needy little heart is singing for me.”

I’d trace the edge of the scalpel along your skin — never cutting deep, just enough to leave thin red lines that bloom bright against your flushed chest. Every time the blade kisses you, I’d listen to the way your heart stutters and races through the stethoscope, narrating it softly against your ear.

“There it is… that pretty skip when the metal touches you. She loves this, doesn’t she? Your heart knows exactly who she beats for.”

I’d keep going, slow and deliberate, marking you with shallow cuts and scrapes while I listen to every frantic thud, every desperate flutter. Watching the blood bead up in perfect little lines, proof that even when you’re scared, even when it hurts, your body still betrays how much you need to be owned like this.

And when you’re trembling, whimpering, tears slipping down your cheeks… I’d set the blade down, press my bare hand flat and heavy over your bleeding chest, and growl against your lips:

“This heart is mine. Every beat. Every drop of blood. Mine.”

[baddadfox]

i don’t know what made me send an anon…maybe i think i wanted some attention for myself. but i have been lurking softly, i don’t know if i can be so brave right away.

-🐇

Mmm, there’s my shy little bunny 🐇

You don’t have to explain yourself, sweet girl. Wanting attention isn’t a crime here. Especially not when you’ve been quietly watching for a while, letting my words settle under your skin. That slow, soft lurking? It’s honest. And I like honest.

You don’t need to be brave all at once. Some girls come in loud and bratty. Others… they peek out from behind their ears, testing the water with one tiny hop at a time. I happen to like both.

So you can stay soft. You can stay shy. You can send me little anonymous thoughts whenever that needy feeling creeps up and you want Daddy’s attention without showing your whole face yet.

I’ll still see you.

[baddadfox]

hiii daddy i’m not really new to your blog but this is my first anon hehe <33 i just wanted to say hello:3

-🐇

Mmm, hello there, little bunny 🐇

First anon, hm? How sweet. You’ve been lurking for a while, watching quietly… and finally got brave enough to hop into my inbox.

I like that.

Don’t worry, princess. No need to be nervous. You’re safe here. Though I do enjoy knowing you’ve been reading my words, letting them sink under your skin, making that pretty little heart race and that cunt throb while you stayed quiet like a good girl.

Now that you’ve said hello… I expect you to keep coming back. Maybe even get a little braver next time.

Tell me, bunny — what made you finally hop over and say hi today?

[baddadfox]

I was actually on a trip this week so your timing is pretty perfect.

Pleasure surges through my whole body. I scream as you continue to thrust. My legs jerk against the restraint of the ropes and my toes curl.

It keeps going, or maybe rolls straight into a second orgasm. My heart races and my lungs only pull in stuttered gasps. After what feels like an eternity, my eyes slide closed as I pass out from the pleasure.

When I peel my eyes open, you have one leg untied and are efficiently freeing the other. "Mmm, thank you, Daddy," I whisper, my voice scratchy from screaming.

-💗

Mmm, there you are, my sweet overwhelmed girl.

I keep my hand pressed firmly over your chest the entire time you fall apart, feeling that wild, frantic heart slamming against my palm as you scream and shake and finally slip away into that hazy, blissful nothing. Your body goes limp under me, legs still twitching against the ropes, cunt fluttering weakly around my cock like it doesn’t want to let go even when you’re gone.

I stay buried deep for a few more moments, savoring the way you feel when you’re completely surrendered. Then I slowly pull out, watching the mess we made drip down your thighs.

I start untying you with calm, efficient hands. One leg first, then the other, rubbing the rope marks gently as I free you. When you finally stir and whisper that scratchy little “Thank you, Daddy,” I can’t help the small, satisfied smile that curves my lips.

I pull you into my arms, settling you against my chest so your head rests right over my heart. One hand strokes slowly down your back while the other stays pressed over yours, feeling the lazy, exhausted rhythm starting to settle.

“You passed out so prettily for me, princess,” I murmur against your hair, voice low and warm with praise. “Heart racing like it was trying to escape… and then just giving up completely when it got too good. My perfect little thing.”

I kiss the top of your head, holding you closer.

“Rest now, baby. Daddy’s got you. Just breathe and let me feel how soft and spent you are.”

I keep you wrapped up tight against me, palm never leaving your chest, listening to the way your heart slowly calms under my touch.

[baddadfox]

"Pl--Please!" I whine as a tear slides down my cheek.

"I need," I start to ask, trying to focus. "Please, I need to cum. Need to--" panting, a moan cuts off my plea as you curl your fingers into that spot yet again.

"Need your cock and your hand on my chest. Need you to feel what you do to me. Please, Daddy, please let me cum."

So, so sorry for the delay 💗. It's been a hectic week and only just got around to posting this for you. All teary-eyed and desperate, begging so sweetly while your cunt flutters and clenches around my fingers like it’s trying to pull me deeper. That little sob in your voice when you say “please, Daddy”… it does something dangerous to me.

I curl my fingers again, pressing firm against that spot that makes your back arch and your words dissolve into another broken moan.

“I know what you need, baby,” I murmur, voice low and steady, almost soothing. “You need Daddy’s cock stretching this greedy little pussy open. You need my hand right here…”

I slide my other hand up your chest and press my palm flat and heavy over your heart, feeling how wildly it’s racing for me.

“…feeling every frantic beat while I fuck you.”

I pull my fingers out slowly, making you whimper at the loss, then shift between your spread thighs. I line myself up and push in deep in one smooth, possessive stroke — claiming every tight inch until I’m buried to the hilt.

A low groan escapes me as I feel you squeeze around my cock.

“Fuck, princess… you’re so warm and wet for me.”

I start moving, slow and deep at first, letting you feel every inch while my hand stays pressed firmly over your heart.

“Feel that?” I murmur, eyes locked on your face. “Feel how hard she’s pounding for Daddy? That’s my good girl. Let me have it all.”

I keep my palm right there, feeling every throb and flutter while I fuck you harder, steady and relentless, drinking in every moan, every tear, every desperate clench around my cock.

“Cum for me, baby. Right now. Let Daddy feel what he does to you.”

I don’t look away. I want to watch you fall apart while I feel your heart lose control under my hand.

“That’s it, princess… give it to me.”

[baddadfox]

Do you mind a sub who doesn't want anything sexual most of the time and just wants to be your little/pet? 💌

Mmm. Come here, my pet.

No, I don’t mind at all.

In fact… I rather like the idea of a sweet pet who doesn’t ache for sex every time she crawls to me. Some girls need to be fucked raw to feel owned. You? You just need to be mine.

I can see it already.

You’d come to me after a long day, soft and quiet, and simply kneel at my feet with your head resting on my thigh. No demands. No pressure to perform. Just the gentle weight of your cheek against me while I stroke your hair and call you my good girl.

I’d keep you collared most of the time. A soft leather one that sits pretty against your throat, a little bell or tag that makes the faintest sound when you move. You’d wear it even when we’re just watching something together, or when you’re curled up on the couch beside me like a contented kitten.

I’d feed you from my hand sometimes. I’d make you sit at my feet while I work. I’d pull you into my lap when I want something warm and soft to hold, and you’d stay there, purring quietly while my fingers trace lazy circles on your skin.

My pet. My soft, affectionate girl who finds peace in belonging to me without having to spread her legs to prove it.

That kind of surrender is rare. And very, very precious to me.

[baddadfox]

I've been eagerly awaiting your arrival (a surprise as you did not know I would still be here after you'd gone off for the day) but as soon as you walk you in through the door, I can feel a shift. A negative energy rolling off of you. It's dark and heavy, a thick smoke I can taste. Daddy has NOT been having a good day. Everything has gone wrong. You're stressed, angry and overwhelmed. Burned out is an understatement. Yet here I am, ready to be whatever you need. Shall I come purring sweetly into your lap? My chest a soft space for you to rest your weary head? I can be your slow and steady too, Daddy. Or, will you take your aggression out on me. Am I to be spanked harshly, hair pulled and choked up against the wall? How will you use me? 🖤83

There you are, my sweet 83… waiting for me like the good girl you are.

The second I walk through the door, you feel it — that heavy, dark cloud rolling off me. The kind of day that leaves my jaw tight and my patience gone. I don’t say a word at first. I just drop my bag, loosen my tie, and look at you.

I cross the room in a few strides, grab you by the waist, and pull you against me hard. My hand fists in your hair, yanking your head back so I can look down at your face.

“Bad fucking day,” I growl, voice rough and low. “And here you are… offering yourself up so sweetly.”

I kiss you roughly, claiming your mouth, then spin you around and bend you over the back of the couch. I yank your skirt up and your panties to the side in one motion.

Before I even take my cock out, I pull my belt free from my trousers. The leather hisses through the loops.

“You’re going to take this frustration for me tonight, princess.”

Crack.

The belt lands hard across your ass. Not playful — firm, stinging, exactly what I need.

Crack. Crack.

Two more quick strikes, painting pretty red lines across your skin. You jolt and whimper, but you stay bent over like a good girl.

I drop the belt, free my cock, and push inside you in one deep, brutal thrust. A low groan leaves my throat as I bottom out.

“Fuck… that’s what I needed.”

I start fucking you hard and relentless, one hand gripping your hip, the other reaching around to wrap around your throat.

Every few thrusts I pick the belt back up and bring it down across your ass again, the sharp crack mixing with the wet sound of me pounding into your soaked cunt.

“You’re going to take every bit of this, baby. Every stroke. Every mark. And you’re going to thank me for it when I’m done.”

I lean over you, teeth grazing your shoulder as I keep driving into you, voice dark against your ear.

“Tell Daddy who this tight little cunt belongs to.”

I squeeze your throat just enough to make your head spin and bring the belt down one more time, harder than before.

“Go on, princess. Say it while I’m still being nice.”

[baddadfox]

"Hold still and let me in, sunshine."

I feel your palm flatten between my shoulder blades with just enough pressure to make me bend forward over the exam table in your playroom. You nudge a knee between my thighs to coax them further apart and my heart jumps in my chest. I already know what's coming next but it never fails to make me weak in the knees. I rest my cheek against the vinyl as I feel you open your trousers one-handed behind me. Then you reach around and tuck a hand under my chest, the cold diaphragm of your stethoscope pressing tightly beneath my breast. It's all the warning I get before you sheath your bare cock inside me all at once - I know how much you like to hear my heart skip at that first intrusion, your size always makes my breath catch and my head spin.

I want to be good for you, Daddy. I want to hold still for you. I want to let you in. I want to feel you invade my tight little cunt and then crack my ribs open so you can reach inside and hold my heart in your strong hands. I would let you. I would let you have whatever you want of me. I'm yours, your pussy, your pet, your plaything, your pawn. Yours to use however and whenever you wish.

I'm ready to give it all to you.

-☀️

Mmm, my sweet sunshine.

I feel you trembling under my palm as I press you down against the cool vinyl of the exam table. Your heart is already racing — that frantic little flutter I can feel even before I place the stethoscope.

“Hold still for me, baby,” I murmur, voice low and steady as I nudge your thighs wider with my knee. “That’s it… good girl.”

I reach around, sliding the cold metal diaphragm firmly under your left breast, right where your heart is trying to punch its way out. The second it makes contact, I feel that beautiful skip — the one that always betrays you.

Then I push inside you.

One long, unrelenting thrust, burying myself to the hilt in one smooth motion. Your tight little cunt stretches around me, fluttering wildly as I bottom out. I hold there, deep and heavy, letting you feel every inch while I press the stethoscope harder against your chest.

“Listen to her go,” I whisper against the back of your neck, voice dark with satisfaction. “Your heart just tripped so prettily for me, sunshine. She always does when I take what’s mine.”

I start moving — slow, deep, claiming strokes that rock you against the table. My hand stays flat over your chest, feeling every frantic thud and stumble while I fuck you.

“You’re being so good for me,” I praise softly, kissing the curve of your shoulder. “Letting Daddy use this tight little pussy… offering me everything. Your heart, your body, your pretty sounds.”

I thrust a little harder, grinding deep, keeping the stethoscope pressed tight so I don’t miss a single beat.

“You’re mine, princess. Every pulse. Every flutter. Every desperate clench around my cock. I own all of it.”

I lean over you more, chest against your back, lips at your ear as I keep that steady, possessive rhythm.

“Tell me, sunshine… can you feel how deep I am? How completely I’m taking what belongs to me?”

I press the stethoscope firmer against your racing heart and growl softly:

“Now let me hear you say it, baby. Tell Daddy who this pretty heart beats for.”

[baddadfox]

"Oh, god, yes." I whimper as I watch you eat. It feels so good that before long, my eyes slip closed in pleasure. As soon as they close, you stop. Your hand comes down in a hard slap against my thigh in reminder to open my eyes.

My heart skips hard with the smack as my eyes snap open and lock back onto you.

I watch as you continually bring me right to the edge again and again. Until I'm nothing but a puddle of sensation. Rope digging into my wrists as I struggle, heart racing, your mouth and fingers. I register cold air across my exposed chest, unsure how the shirt ended up unbuttoned and pushed open. My eyes close again and this time to slap lands hard on my clit.

My entire body jolts at the shock of the hit. My eyes open slower, trying to remember where I was suppose to be looking.

"Please, Daddy, please..." I beg, truly not sure what I'm even asking for...

-💗

Mmm, my sweet, overwhelmed princess.

I can feel how close you are — the way your thighs tremble against the ropes, the way your hips keep trying to chase my mouth even while you’re tied down and helpless. Your little whimpers are getting higher, more desperate, and that pretty heart of yours is racing so hard I can see it fluttering under your skin.

Then your eyes slip closed again.

Slap.

My hand comes down sharp and firm right on your swollen clit. Your whole body jolts hard, a shocked little cry escaping your lips as your eyes fly open again, wide and glassy.

I pull back just enough to look at you, lips glistening, voice low and calm.

“Eyes on me, babygirl. I told you to keep them open. Every time you close them, I stop. Do you understand?”

I lean in again, dragging my tongue slowly up your soaked folds before sucking gently on your clit, flicking it with the tip of my tongue while I watch your face.

You’re a mess already — rope digging into your soft thighs, chest heaving, nipples tight, eyes struggling to stay focused on me while I bring you right to the edge again and again.

I slide two fingers deep inside you, curling them against that perfect spot while my mouth keeps working your clit. Your hips twitch helplessly against the ropes, a broken “Please, Daddy…” falling from your lips.

I don’t speed up. I keep you right there, hovering, feeling you flutter and clench around my fingers as you get closer and closer.

When your eyes start to flutter again, I pull my mouth away completely and give your clit another firm, stinging slap.

Your whole body jerks, a desperate sob slipping out as your eyes snap back to mine.

I smile softly, almost tenderly, while my fingers keep stroking that spot inside you, keeping you right on the edge.

“Poor baby… can’t even keep her eyes open for Daddy while he eats her pretty pussy. You’re so close, aren’t you? I can feel you clenching so tight around my fingers.”

I lean in and press a slow, open-mouthed kiss right over your clit, then look up at you again.

“Beg me, princess. Beg me properly to let you cum… and maybe I’ll be nice and let this sweet little cunt fall apart on my tongue.”

I give your clit one soft, teasing lick while I wait, eyes locked on yours.

[baddadfox]

The Eager Little Traitor

You lie perfectly still on your back like I instructed. Shirt open. My ear pressed calm against your warm skin.

The heartbeat arrives strong and clear. Lub-dub. Lub-dub. I let the silence stretch before I speak.

“Good. Such a good, responsive thing. Working so hard to impress me with every steady thud. You should be proud of how beautifully it performs under attention.”

It swells immediately under the praise, louder, fuller. I smile against you. Then I shift my tone.

“Pathetic, isn’t it? How quickly it loses composure. One kind word and it’s already pounding like an untrained slut desperate for more. So fucking needy it can’t even hide its excitement.”

The rhythm trips, then races harder. I keep my ear there, listening to the filthy details of its shame.

[baddadfox]

I oblige, while my upper body lays face down on the mattress…. my ass cheeks still sting, but only slightly….. I don’t move my head but I can still see…. I can’t see Daddy’s face but I see as his body and hands, as he holds the stethoscope that he just had to find…. I can only envision Daddy slightly grinning, knowing what he’s about to do to punish me and my heart, yet his body looks intimidating in the way that he is ALWAYS in charge…. I am his, and will be his for the remainder of the evening. He owns me! … I know deep in my head “I’ve done it now…. I’ve been a bad girl”…. How long will this last? What is he going to do? …. I can still feel my heart pulsating through my entire body. I am dripping wet because of the anticipation. The what ifs. Oooofff it’s so exciting….

— 🍑 🩺

There’s my naughty little patient.

I stand behind you, taking my time, letting you feel the weight of my presence while you’re bent over the bed, ass still faintly warm and pink from your spanking. Your legs are trembling. Your breathing is uneven. And even from here, I can see the way your heart is hammering against your ribs — that fast, guilty little rhythm you can’t hide from me.

I press the cold bell of the stethoscope firmly between your shoulder blades.

“Listen to that,” I murmur, voice low and calm. “Your heart is racing already, princess. So loud. So guilty. She knows exactly how much trouble she’s in.”

I slide the stethoscope slowly down your back, then lower, pressing it against your side so I can hear every frantic thud while my other hand rests on your still-stinging ass.

“You were such a bad girl tonight,” I say quietly, almost gently, as I start to rub slow circles over the warm skin. “Hiding Daddy’s things. Thinking you could be sneaky. Now look at you… bent over, dripping down your thighs, heart pounding like a scared little rabbit.”

I push two fingers inside you without warning, deep and smooth, curling them against that spot that always makes you whimper. At the same time, I keep the stethoscope pressed tight to your chest.

“Feel that? Every time I curl my fingers, your heart stutters. She’s giving you away completely, baby. So honest. So pathetic.”

I start fucking you slowly with my fingers, steady and deep, while I listen to the beautiful chaos I’m creating inside your chest.

“You’re going to stay right here like this for a long time tonight. I’m going to listen to every single beat while I punish this disobedient little body. And you’re going to take it all… because you know you earned every second of it.”

I lean over you, chest against your back, lips brushing your ear as my fingers keep stroking that perfect spot inside you.

“Tell me, princess… how fast is that guilty little heart going right now?”

I press the stethoscope harder against you and smile against your skin.

“Because I’m nowhere near finished with you yet.”

[baddadfox]

"Time for dessert?" I ask as you finish eating. I'm practically vibrating with anticipation while you've been savoring dinner.

Grabbing the plate, I set it in the sink to be dealt with tomorrow. As I walk back to the table I slowly unbutton all but one button on the shirt. The last one strains the fabric between my tits.

Stepping between your legs I slide back to sit on the table. You teasingly kiss and nip my inner thighs, no where near where I need you. Abruptly, you stand and leave the room to get the toys you want for the evening...

(Please let there be rope included... 🤞🏻)

-💗

I watch you unbutton my shirt until only one button remains, straining between your tits. The way you slide onto the table, legs slightly parted, already breathing faster… it’s beautiful.

I step between your thighs and kiss you deeply first, slow and possessive. Then I pull back, reach into the black bag, and take out several lengths of soft black rope.

“Hands together, princess.”

I bind your wrists in front of you, then secure the rope to the edge of the table so your arms are held forward, keeping that pretty chest exposed for me.

But I’m not done.

I run my hands down your legs, spreading them wider. With careful, deliberate movements, I start the shibari tie on your right leg — looping the rope around your thigh and calf, creating a beautiful, secure bend that holds your knee up and open. I do the same to the left leg, tying both in a pretty, exposed position so you’re spread wide and completely unable to close your legs.

The ropes look stunning against your skin.

I step back for a moment, admiring my work — your wrists bound, legs tied open in soft shibari, my shirt barely hanging on by that last button, your pretty pussy glistening and on full display.

“Perfect,” I murmur.

I drop to my knees in front of the table, hook my arms under your bound thighs, and pull you closer to the edge. Without another word, I lean in and drag my tongue slowly up your soaked folds, savoring you like the sweet dessert you are.

I take my time, licking and sucking gently on your clit, then pushing my tongue inside you, fucking you with it while my hands hold your tied legs nice and wide.

Every time you squirm or try to close your legs, the ropes keep you perfectly spread for me.

I look up at you, lips glistening, voice low and rough:

“Such a good girl… letting Daddy tie you up and eat you like this.”

I suck your clit into my mouth, flicking my tongue while I watch your face, enjoying every little gasp and whimper.

“Keep those eyes on me, princess. I want to watch you while I enjoy my dessert.”

I slide two fingers inside you, curling them slowly as my mouth continues its slow, devastating worship.

[baddadfox]

You wake up in the middle of the night and roll over to find a vacant space in the bed next to you. You decide to come downstairs to see where I've wandered off to. I am down on the couch, watching something on the t.v. as I couldn't sleep and didn't want to wake Daddy, like a good girl. I see you standing there in the doorway and think, why not give him a little late night show for fun? We're both up anyway. I slowly let the straps from my loose fitting tank top drop and the rest of the top goes with it. I lay back, wearing just a bit of lace on the bottom. You move closer, standing over me. I simply smile at you. I'm trying to play it cool and unbothered but I was cursed with a very visible heartbeat so you can (quite literally) see right through me and my bullshitting. I can't hide from you, can I? Will you just kiss me, say goodnight and go back to bed? Where will you take it from here? 🖤83

The moment you see me in the doorway, that mischievous little smile crosses your face and you start sliding the straps of your tank top down your shoulders like you’re putting on a private show just for me.

Cute.

I walk over slowly, eyes dragging over every inch of you as the fabric slips lower, exposing your bare chest. I stop right in front of the couch, towering over you while you try so hard to look unbothered.

But I see it.

That pretty, visible heartbeat of yours is giving you away completely. Your chest is rising and falling faster than you want it to. That soft flutter just beneath your left breast is practically jumping under your skin, betraying exactly how excited you are, even while you’re trying to play it cool.

I reach down and gently brush my fingers over that racing spot, feeling the frantic little thumps against my fingertips.

“Trying to be a good girl and not wake Daddy, hm?” My voice is low, slightly raspy from sleep, but warm with amusement. “And yet here you are… putting on a little show for me in the middle of the night.”

I slide my hand up to cup your breast, thumb brushing over your nipple as I watch your heart react even stronger under my palm.

“You can’t hide from me, princess. Look at this sweet little heart… pounding so hard just because I’m looking at you.”

I lean down, bracing one knee on the couch beside you, and kiss you softly at first. Slow, deep, savoring the way you melt under my mouth. When I pull back, I rest my forehead against yours, still feeling that wild heartbeat against my hand.

“You’re lucky I missed you too,” I murmur, kissing the corner of your mouth. “Because now I’m wide awake… and I don’t think I want to go back to bed just yet.”

I slide my hand lower, slipping under the lace between your legs, feeling how wet you already are.

“Tell me, baby… did you come down here hoping Daddy would find you like this?”

I start stroking you slowly, gently, while my other hand stays pressed over your racing heart.

[baddadfox]

A shocked "What!?" escaped my mouth as I shot to my feet, staring at the pages bleeding with red ink. My hands trembled as I flipped through them, blurry eyes scanning every answer I'd written, searching for a mistake that couldn't possibly be there. 

With shuddering breaths, I whispered, "No... N-no, no, no, no. This can't be possible. I cannot fail. I wrote everything correctly. I'm never wrong." 

I looked up at you, my eyes red and my chest heaving. "You... you must have done something. You forged my answers, didn't you? You always hated that I know better than you, even though I'm half your age."

You leaned down, bracing one hand on my desk while the other tilted my chin up, forcing me to meet your gaze. My lips wobbled as I fought back the anger and the urge to cry. 

The choices you gave, your words weren't quite a threat. More like a challenge. 

I sank back into my chair, the fight draining out of me. My eyes drifted, unfocused, as the weight of it all finally hit. What would my parents say? My friends? The other professors? And above all—what about my career? No. I cannot fail. 

I looked up at you again, voice barely steady. 

"What do you want me to do? And I don't want to just pass. I want an A+, like I always get."

-🍓

There’s my brilliant, arrogant little prodigy… finally cracking.

I watch you flip through the pages with shaking hands, eyes wide with disbelief, that pretty mouth stuttering “no, no, no” like the words could rewrite reality. The fight in you is delicious — even now, when you’re cornered, you still try to accuse me of forgery. Cute.

I let you spiral for a moment, let the panic really sink in. Then I lean down closer, one hand braced on your desk, the other gripping your chin firmly so you can’t look away from me.

“You think I forged your answers?” My voice is low, calm, and dangerously amused. “Careful, Miss 🍓. That smart mouth of yours is what got you into this mess in the first place.”

I tilt your head back a little more, thumb brushing your trembling lower lip.

“You’ve spent the entire semester acting like you’re above the rules. Above me. Always correcting me in class with that condescending little tone, like you’re the one grading my work. And now here you are… about to fail my class.”

I release your chin and straighten up, folding my arms across my chest as I look down at you.

“You want an A+? The same perfect grade you’ve been waving in everyone’s face all year?”

I let the silence stretch, watching the way your chest heaves, the way your eyes get glassy with panic and humiliation.

“Then you’re going to earn it. Thoroughly.”

I step closer, towering over your seated form, and rest my hand on the back of your neck, fingers pressing just firm enough to remind you who holds the power here.

“From now on, you belong to me after every lecture. You’ll stay behind, lock the door, and show me exactly how badly you want that A+. On your knees. Bent over my desk. On your back with your legs spread like the desperate little slut you’re about to become for me.”

I lean down until my lips are right beside your ear.

“And every single time you give me attitude, every time that pretty mouth gets too smart… I’ll add another condition. Another way you’ll have to prove how sorry you are.”

I straighten up again, looking down at your flushed, teary face with dark satisfaction.

“So tell me, Miss 🍓… are you going to keep throwing tantrums and accusing me of cheating? Or are you going to be a good girl, get on your knees right now, and start earning that A+ like the desperate, overachieving little whore I know you can be?”

I tap the failing paper once with my finger.

“Your choice, princess. Clock’s ticking.”

[baddadfox]

You have had a busy and stressful week at work so you haven't had much time to play. But your project deadline is this afternoon and then you'll be all mine. The first thing I do to prepare is head to the store and pick out a brand new lingerie set. A light blue to match my eyes and lace so thin it's mostly see through.

When I get home I get ready... a thorough everything shower to be sure I'm the most smooth and soft for you. When I finish, I put on the new set along with carefully placed electrodes. No wires... that's for you to add later when you find them. I just love the feeling and the anticipation of having them on. Then I finish my outfit with one of your light blue dress shirts and nothing else.

Next, I meticulously prepare your favorite meal. When it's nearly done you call to tell me you're headed home. I get your plate ready and set out at the table so it looks perfect.

Finally, taking a deep breath to calm my already excited heart, I kneel beside the table and wait...

-💗

Mmm, my sweet babygirl.

I walk through the door after that endless week, shoulders tight, mind still half at the office… and the second I step inside, the whole world shifts.

The house smells like my favorite meal. The lights are low and warm. And there you are — kneeling so perfectly beside the table, wearing nothing but my light blue dress shirt and that innocent little expression, like you haven’t been planning this all day.

I pause in the doorway for a moment, just drinking you in. The way the shirt drapes over your body, barely covering anything. The faint outline of the electrodes you so carefully placed on your chest, waiting for me to connect them. The nervous but excited flush on your cheeks.

I set my bag down slowly and walk over to you. My hand finds your hair immediately, fingers sliding through it as I tilt your face up to look at me.

“…You did all this for me, princess?” My voice is low, tired but warm. “Even after I’ve been distant and busy… you still waited for me like a good girl.”

I stroke your cheek with my thumb, then lean down and kiss your forehead, slow and lingering.

“Stand up, baby.”

When you do, I pull you against me, wrapping my arms around you tightly. One hand rests on the back of your neck, the other slides down to cup your ass under my shirt, squeezing possessively.

“You look so fucking pretty in my shirt,” I murmur against your hair. “And you made my favorite meal… set the table so perfectly… even put the electrodes on already like the thoughtful little toy you are.”

I kiss the top of your head again, then tilt your chin up so I can look into your eyes.

“Daddy’s had a long week, angel. But coming home to this… to you… it makes everything better.”

I kiss you softly at first, then deeper, claiming your mouth while my hand slips between your legs to feel how wet you already are.

When I pull back, my voice is rougher.

“After dinner, I’m going to sit you on this table, connect every single wire, and listen to how fast your heart races while I remind you who you belong to.”

I rest my forehead against yours, breathing you in.

“But first… let me eat the beautiful meal my good girl made for me.”

I pull out your chair for you, then sit down and pat my lap.

“Come sit, princess. Daddy wants you close while he eats.”

I kiss your temple once more and whisper:

“Thank you for taking such good care of me, babygirl. I’m going to take such good care of you tonight.”

[baddadfox]

omg ok first of all i was not expecting you to answer that fast so thank you for that lol! and i know you said not to apologize about the ask but i just have to say it because i JUST read your response and i'm very excited so this one will probably be all over the place.

anyways, about the actual response, i think i could do degradation if i knew you liked it. i mean i'd still probably cry but i would take it knowing you liked it lol. i think more than anything i would just want you to like me

-🪽

First, stop apologizing. I already told you once — you don’t need to say sorry for being excited or nervous or rambling. I like it. It’s honest, and I like when you’re honest with me.

Now listen closely, angel.

You don’t have to “take” degradation just because you think I like it. That’s not how this works with me. Yes, I enjoy degradation with girls who crave it, who get off on being called filthy, useless, pathetic little things. But I also love being soft and sweet and praising. I can call you my good girl, my pretty angel, my soft obedient baby while I ruin you slowly and gently. I can make you cry from overwhelming care and pleasure instead of cruelty.

You don’t have to earn my liking by forcing yourself to endure something that hurts your heart. I already like you. I like your sensitivity. I like that you feel things deeply. I like that you’re a little crybaby who still wants to be good for me. That’s not a flaw here. That’s sweet.

So here’s the truth:

I can be exactly what you need. If you want soft, praising, gentle dominance that makes you melt and feel safe while I still control you — I can give you that. If one day you feel curious and want to try a little light degradation mixed with lots of praise and aftercare, we can explore that too. But you never have to “push through” something that makes you feel bad just to please me. That’s not the kind of dynamic I want.

You’re allowed to be sensitive. You’re allowed to cry. You’re allowed to need softness.

And I’ll still like you.