I have a secret that very few people know.......I hate to wear panties. I hate how they feel, how they restrict, how they bunch up in places and fall down in others. I wear them to work because it's mandatory, but that is pretty much it.
Daddy bought me a pair the other day. They are black and say Daddy's good girl. I giggled when I opened the box that he put them in and wrapped like a gift. He asked what was so funny and I said that he knows I don't wear panties. He smiled that cocky smile of his and said that was exactly why he got them.
They are for when I need to be reminded to be a good girl. Panties as punishment! He has more on the way. Daddy has found a way to outsmart me and find something to keep me in line that I truly hate.
I asked how many panties are on the way, his response was a pair for every day of the year, if need be.?
