You had been messing about all night at this event. First you threw a tantrum saying you didn’t want to come then you were a very good girl and helped daddy and your uncles set up the event but then? Then you went and flirted with teenage boys and daddy wasn’t happy at all.

He grabs you and leads you out the hall and snaps. He puts one hand on the back of your head and backs you into the wall.

”Ugh! You’re just my dad-“ you go to argue with him but..he interrupts you.

“Yeah that’s right Little girl. I’m your daddy. So that means your mine. If you wanna get married you’re getting married to me. You wanna flirt with boys- you flirt with me. Why? Because I’m your daddy. And you are my little girl. Mine. Mine to protect. Mine to feed. Mine to cuddle. Mine to spank when she’s been a brat. Mine to ground if she decides to go and flirt with boys. Because I am daddy. Do you understand little girl?*