As I lay on the bed kicking my feet around in my fuzzy thigh-high socks, I hear the door jiggle. Daddy’s home. I sit up and turn the TV down, beaming at him as he walks in. “Hi daddy!”. He doesn’t look up. He just kicks his shoes off and grunts. Uh oh, a bad day. I try to be the best girlfriend I can be, and get up to help him relax. I walk over and kiss his neck asking if everything is alright. “Fucking no good sons of bitches. Do I have writing on my forehead that says fuck me?” I giggle, “No daddy, you definitely don’t.” He sighs. “I’m sorry princess, it’s just been a hard day for daddy”, he says while kissing my forehead. “How was your day?” ” Well I made cookies watched Halloween movies and had a nap, so it was pretty amazing” I giggle. He chuckles and cups my face. I look up at him smiling. I can see his eyes shift and I feel a sharp slap hit my face. Although it’s normal for daddy to take his stress out on me, I wasn’t really expecting it at the moment. Daddy likes to watch me whimper or squirm in pain, and I don’t mind it really, but it always makes me tear up.