50shades-of-impregnation:

There’s just something about hotel windows, isn’t there, littledipper?

An older, experienced gentleman would know that as with most high-rises these days the hotel windows are actually reflective on the outside…

But if the idea excited you he’d also be too polite to point it out, wouldn’t he?

It’s not that I tell you to wait outside, is it, moonbeam?  It’s knowing what to expect when I invite you in…

When the possibility of being seen makes you burn an older, experienced partner will refrain from mentioning that there’s no chance we’d really get caught.

The discrete charm of sex in semi-public places…

Being a Little isn’t necessarily about wearing pink or playing with crayons.  (It can be, and nothing wrong with that.  It’s just not an integral part.)  Sometimes it’s just about enjoying an inexplicable urge to show Daddy your underwear!

A shy Little knows to make it easy for her Daddy to check to see if she’s wet.  It might be embarrassing but it would be SO much worse to be seen bent over with your dress flipped up over your back for a visual inspection. Wouldn’t it, angel?

Such a lovely, almost romantic setting, no?  Except of course that her face is pushed down into those pretty autumn leaves.

How would you like to have your face pushed into forest leaves like that, chipmunk?  

When we both really enjoy spanking but you really have to learn this time…

When you’ve had one too many and whisper “you said you’d take me to bed before I had anything, Daddy…”