When you’re on the phone w Daddy & He calls you a clever girl & you agree & jokingly brag about how smart you are so He asks you to show off & count to 10 for Him in the most condescending voice ever & it makes you blush & you get squirmy but you do it anyway & He keeps interrupting you, telling you to slow down so you won’t mess up. & then you finally get to 10 & your face is red & you’re glad it’s over but He tells you to get your fingers between your legs & do it again. He calls you a good girl every time you get a number right & it’s sweet but degrading & you’re embarrassed but it only makes you squirm more & more till you start losing focus & you accidentally count a number twice. He laughs & you have to start over & you silently tell yourself you need to do better, focus harder, not get distracted by His voice & the mess on your fingers. You make it to 8 before you lose track again & you’re kicking yourself over messing up such a simple task, but you can’t help it. Third time’s a charm & you finally get it right. You pull your fingers off your cunt, blushing, humiliated when He makes you tell Him what a clever girl you are again.
