I am a grown woman.
I have a job, attend school, gave birth to children and raised them.
I make my own money, maintain our home.
I don't cook, yet somehow I always manage to eat.
I would say I am independent, intelligent and not so pretty (though some would differ).
Seems I'm not so smart after-all. (Ha ha. Bologna in my shoes.)
I have loads of responsibility, many that I inflict upon myself,
because I enjoy growing and thriving and doing and giving and sharing and loving.
I am perfectly capable of handling everything in the world on my own, so there.
"Go to bed, Amy."
"You can cum now. I want you to have a good cum tonight Amy."
"Yes, you may."
"Do something for you."
"Get your homework done, young lady."
"You are not doing that thing that will tank you that isn't about you that you won't say no to."
Sometimes, it's just so nice to be told to do what deep down you really want to do.
"Go get my belt, young lady. I'm going to redden that ass."
Yes, yes, yes.