The Enforcer and her little girl (Route B for Elizabeth + Route A for Peggy)

GERRY

I picked out Route B for Elizabeth. Route A sounded fun, but the only subject with super powers I had any control over right now was Kara. And Kara didn't have the makings of a dominant in her. Whereas if I made Elizabeth think Peggy was her mommy, it would more easily play into my plan for taking out Maria. Plus, it had played into my fantasy of regressing her.

I avoided assigning her a new "mommy" yet though. I didn't want her sudden urge to be near Peggy interfering with my carefully laid out plans.

And I picked Route A for the Multi-trait. Being able to hurt Kate would be nice, since it was clear she was busy body. But The Enforcer trait for Peggy would allow me to punish theoretically infinite girls through Peggy.

As soon as I'd picked them, I got a little notification from the app.

ACHIEVEMENT UNLOCKED - LUCKY NUMBER 7

Congratulations! You've unlocked seven traits. Here's your reward: +10 SP.

Huh, so there were achievements on this thing too? Small gains for now, but perhaps greater achievements would bring more substantial rewards?

I checked my phone to make sure that Kate had skedaddled, before I exited SHIELD headquarters. Altogether, the day had been a mixed bag. I'd collected a bunch of points off Kate and Elizabeth but I hadn't gotten the chance to collect as many points as I wanted.

I also probably had Maria on my case now. She would not stop until she got a clear answer about me, which meant I had a day, tops to get Peggy under my control. Then I could have Maria re-educated and by the time anyone actually found her, it would already be too late for anything to stand in my way.

Right now, though, I had a punishment to dish out to a certain Captain. But first, a little preparation for what I had in mind.

I scrolled down to Kara's profile and tapped her "CHOOSE MY FETISH" input box. Then I replaced "Misogyny" with "Polyamorous Misogyny". Then I sent Kara a text, just an address and a request to come in her civies and spy on the cottage in her civies.

Then I stopped off at a fetish store. I was tempted to go for something deliciously wicked, like the bullwhip. But I decided instead to pick out an old fashioned paddle, the kind that was only ever used for BDSM games these days. The shop owner wrapped it up, along with the outfit I'd picked out. He owed me a favor.

KAREN

"It was super freaky...I mean, she looked like a zombie." Karen explained. They had re-grouped at Kate's hotel room and shed their costumes for comfortable, if disappointingly unsexy outfits.

Kate nodded as she continued to type on her laptop. "Something is definitely wrong..."

"Should I alert the League?" Karen asked, hoping she sounded more blasé than she felt. She was Power Girl, she could deal with anything. Still, the thought of whatever had been done to Kara, happening to her, was enough to puncture her usual shields of bravado.

"I need to do more research first." Kate said.

Karen quirked an eyebrow. "Alright..."

Kate lifted a hand. "I understand you're concern. But I need to make sure I know what we're dealing with and that we know how to fix whatever has been done to Kara...before we act. I've already got Barbara working on. Soon as I get what I need, we can put my plan into action."

"You're hiding something, aren't you?" Karen said with a smirk.

Kate paused what she was doing, but didn't answer.

"Normally, you wouldn't be able to wait to go back to Diana and prove how clever and useful you are." Karen said, folding her arms. "Right now, you've got something under wraps that you don't want to share."

Kate looked up from the screen. "What do you want, Karen?" She demanded.

Karen smirked and slid onto the bed, putting a hand on Kate's thigh. "I can keep a secret..." Then her eyes darkened with lust. "But it's gonna cost you."

GERRY

When I got to Peggy's residence, I was surprised. It looked like someone had picked up a tiny English cottage and slapped it down in the middle of National City. The entire lot must have been purchased by SHIELD because there she didn't have any neighbors besides the guards stationed outside her door. It occurred to me then just how trapped she was. She'd been selected for a program to help her nation, when it was on the brink of destruction. And she'd died for her country, for all countries really.

How did the governments of the world repay her? By digging her up and putting her in an age that had moved on without her. No friends, no family. Her own agency treated her like a spokesperson, not a hero, like a mascot they had to control the image of. The agency which everyone knew had been controlled by Hydra for years, the agency who used to send Black Widow to **** the leaders of foreign nations whenever they threatened American interests.

Mariah had been angry at Peggy for blowing her fuse, but that bitch had done worse things than Peggy ever would and she would never face a trial for them, because of her position. You could talk as much as you wanted about how Superheroines had made the world a safer place, but the government was just as corrupt and dystopian as ever. There were worse things than the patriarchy, but the women who had the power to actually change anything, didn't give a shit. Rich bitches like Kate were superheroes because it was fun, because it gave them a chance to feel better about a lifetime of shitting on everyone else. And aliens like Kara, who had the power to liberate humanity from the drudgery of bureaucracy and imperialism, were sworn off doing so by their own naivety and selfishness.

I was the only one who could fix the problem. Nietzsche would have been so proud.

I strode up to the guards on the porch and saluted. "Dr. Manheim, here to see Captain Carter."

The guards shared a look, then one of knocked on the door and whispered something through a slit in the door. The door burst open a moment later and Peggy stood in the doorway, hand to her head, her face clearly wet from crying. Aw, poor baby. Don't worry, soon you'll never have to worry about mean ol' Mariah and her nasty, nasty organization again.

"Please come in sir." She said.

I nodded to both of the guards, which I could tell they didn't like, and stepped inside the cottage, watching as they closed the door behind me.

"I'm very disappointed in you, Captain..." I admitted.

She cringed. "I know, sir...I-I failed you..."

"That's right." I stepped closer. "Captain, is this house bugged?"

She shook her head. "It was when I first moved in. I found and destroyed all of them. They put new ones in every time I leave the country, but I always find them all again. The whole thing seems like a waste of tax dollars if you ask me."

I smiled and stepped closer. "You value your independence, Miss Carter...but you desire to submit, don't you?"

She stared at me for a moment, slightly scared and then nodded.

I turned away. "I am going to punish you, Miss Carter. But first you are going to put on this."

With that, I pulled the outfit out of my bag and threw it to her. She caught it, naturally, not wanting to fail me a second time and I smiled. For a moment she just stared at the outfit and then at me in horror.

"But...I-I can't wear this!" She said. Normally, she'd be outraged at the mere suggestion, now she looked terrified I might **** her.

"Captain, you admitted that you purchased that fetish outfit of a cheerleader, didn't you?"

Peggy paled at the reminder but nodded feebly.

"And now you are telling me you aren't prepared to put on this one? Tell me why."

"It's just...sir...it's so demeaning..." Peggy said, her hands bunching up the fabric.

"That is the point of it, soldier. You want to be demeaned, you crave it...just as you crave to be relieved of responsibility. Now, put this outfit on, or else you can forget about your punishment being in private."

Peggy looked aghast having never considered she might be disciplined in front of others, then she blushed and moved in the direction of the bedroom. (PEGGY: +7) (+40SP)

"Where do you think you are going?" I raised an eyebrow.

She paused. "Tuh-to change, sir."

"And did I give you permission?"

She looked astonished by my brashness, but quickly recovered. "But it's not right, sir...me stripping in front of you, I-I'm you're patient."

"You are also an extremely dangerous woman suffering from psychotic episodes. No, it is far too dangerous for you to get dressed on your own and I've had quite enough of your excuses and your pathetic attempts to avoid punishment. Strip now and put on the costume." I demanded.

She looked angry at the order. She could have snapped me in half, but she was good girl, who obeyed her superiors orders. Plus she probably felt bad enough about herself at this point, that she thought she deserved to be leered at.

Then she began to strip. (PEGGY: +11) (+51SP)

KARA

It had been hard to get any work done after her little trip to the bathroom. She was actually somewhat relieved by the fact the text she'd received. She didn't quite know what she was doing anymore. So much had changed in so little time and to be honest, she was afraid to go on her regular patrol. What if she got up in the air, only to find that her powers had disappeared again?

It was so much simpler to just do what Gerry said, no matter how bizarre or degrading. First of all, it felt good doing. But second of all, she was starting to wonder about her own limitations. All she had ever wanted to be was a superheroine, but she had begun to wonder if it was something she was cut out for. She wasn't confident or intelligent, and although she remembered having once been brave, she also remembered how thoroughly she had failed to maintain her own dignity when subjected to the slightest peer pressure.

Could it be that the dreams she kept having, of failing to protect the women of the city was telling her something? There were hundreds of Superheroines, maybe she just wasn't meant to be one of them.

She'd thought that being a Kryptonian meant she had an obligation to do as much good as possible. But if she couldn't control her powers anymore, did the obligation remain? She hadn't even been able to stand up and protect Batwoman, when Gerry had said all those strange things to her. She'd been too busy getting turned on, at the thought of him **** her and forcing her to be straight.

Maybe Karen was the better hero. Maybe Kara should have just admitted that a long time ago. Wasn't it better to better to take herself off the board, after all, then condemn herself to being second rate for the rest of her life? Especially if she couldn't control her urges anymore. Without powers she was just another crazy woman, who had fallen in love with the wrong person. With them, she was a menace to society, all moral obligation exchanged for sexual obsession.

If only she could talk to a therapist about all this, without sharing her secret identity and endangering some poor woman's life.

Now, she stood across the street from this cottage she'd never seen before. She didn't know if this had to do with Gerry's research on the Patriarch. Honestly, she hoped it was another sex game. That single orgasm at work had left her more turned on and in greater need of Gerry's presence and guidance.

God, she sounded insane, every time she tried to put into words how she felt about him. They would have to talk, after this, whatever this was, was over. She needed his reassurance or she wasn't sure what she'd do.

She re-focused her gaze on the two men in front of the building. Although she was at least fifty feet away, her telescopic vision made it easy to read the SHIELD badges on the arms of their uniforms. What were they doing here? How involved was Gerry in the meta-human community? Kate said that she'd known him for a long time, but then, Kate had said a lot of strange things. If Kara didn't know better, she'd say that Kate had been under some kind of spell.

Except that didn't make any sense. All the big, mind-controlly villains, Starro, Loki, Circe, Enchantress, the White Martians...they were all gone. Destroyed or interred where they would never be able to escape. Plus, it wasn't as if Kate had been actively committing crimes. She'd just been...acting strangely.

She would have to ask Gerry about that too.

She turned her X-ray vision onto the cottage, hoping to see him. When she did, she didn't even notice he was wearing a lab coat. She was too busy being comforted by the fact that he was nearby and that soon she would get to be around him. And take more orders from him.

Then she noticed what he was looking at. It was Captain Peggy Carter. In a sexy maid's outfit, looking back over her shoulder at him in fear.

Kara's breath hitched and she felt another stirring down below. Her man, was about to put another bitch in this place. Of course he wouldn't be satisfied just dominating her, he was after all, a man and they were all just little girls, desperately trying to keep their legs crossed while simultaneously keeping HIS interest. She couldn't keep him from fucking other women, anymore than she could keep herself from getting turned on by it. Her eyes gleamed as she imagined all the terrible things he was about to do to Peggy and the stirring, got harder to ignore.

If she wasn't careful, she was going to end up masturbating on the street to the sight. The worst part was that she wouldn't even be able to get off.

PEGGY

So, this was it. She stood in front of a commanding officer in a French maid's outfit that, unlike the cheerleader costume, wasn't even tailored for a woman her size. Her breasts popped obscenely out of the top. And the silky skirt would have been improved if replaced with a dish cloth.

"You've let me down, Peggy." Dr. Manheim said, as he sat down on her sofa. "But worse, you've let yourself down. And your team-mates. Bobbi and Elizabeth worship you and how do you repay their kindness? By treating them like dirt...no wonder you secretly crave to be dominated, deep down you know that you are incapable of truly leading. Don't you?"

Peggy shook her head. "No, sir! I can lead! I-I just made a mistake is all..."

"If I hadn't arrived when I did, you would been spouting lesbophobic slurs for the entire headquarters to hear." Dr. Manheim said, bringing something out of his bag.

A paddle. A big, wooden paddle. She felt like a school girl again, called to the principal's office for picking fights. He had reduced her so unequivocally to nothing more than a naughty woman in an alluring dress. It would have been laughably pornographic, if it wasn't so horrifically real.

"Maria wants to fire you." Dr. Manheim said. "Frankly, I can't blame her."

That bitch! After all Peggy had done for her, for SHIELD, after all she'd tolerated from her paranoid contingencies, that c cunt wanted to sell her out to the first male superior who caught her on a bad day, just to save her own ass.

"But doing so would obviously be a blow to morale as well as a PR nightmare." Dr. Manheim. "Your condition would only worsen too...your repression would begin to manifest in even more violent ways."

Peggy shuddered. That meant they were thinking of locking her up, sending her to one of the Maximum security prisons she'd sent so many enemies to over the years. Except she wouldn't just be locked up, SHIELD would bury her some place so deep, she'd never see the light of day again and not even the Avengers would be able to find her again.

"I haven't given up on you." Dr. Manheim said, taking off his coat. "I believe you can still be saved."

Peggy twitched. "Thank you, doctor."

"However, I am thoroughly disappointed...that you have not offered me a think to drink since I came in." He said. "I expected a little more hospitality from a world famous icon for decency, such as yourself, especially one who's entire f future depends on my evaluation."

Peggy felt panic rise in her throat. "Yes, sir. Sorry sir. What would you like?"

"Why don't you make me some of that world famous tea you British love so much, hmm?" He said, pulling out his phone and turning it on. "And it had better be the best damn tea I've ever had, or I'm afraid you're punishment will be that much worse."

Peggy cringed. Here she was, a veteran and a world renowned leader and icon for feminism. In a maid's outfit. Fetching tea for her boss.

But she had to do it. Only he could help her get better. And if she disobeyed, her life would soon become incalculably awful. (PEGGY: +2) (+53SP)

GERRY

I flipped open the app to check if Kara had obeyed my orders. She had. That was good. I also saw, when I expanded the map, that Kate was far, far away. On the other side of town, in fact. That should have been reassuring.

It wasn't. For all the progress I'd made humiliating her today, she was the smartest of the women I'd encountered. Probably even smarter than Maria. And if she brought in more powerful Superheroines before I'd had time to do what I need to, it could end with me in a cell and my phone smashed to pieces.

However, I'd also received several updates from my phone in the relatively short amount of time since I'd last checked it.

ACHEIVEMENT UNLOCKED - ONE-HUNDRED DOWN

Congratulations! You have earned 100 SP from a single subject. Here's your reward: +10 SP.

That must have meant Peggy.

It also meant I'd unlocked another Perk.

-CONGRATULATIONS!-

You have reached a total of 300 SP, unlocking the following trait for yourself:

ENHANCED MIGHT

While punishing or overpowering a subject, your Might score is twice as high as normal.

Well, that would certainly help me overcome Peggy's no doubt substantial pain tolerance. And although the overpowering bit probably wouldn't work on any of the world class athletes I had in my roster (maybe Elizabeth, if I caught her unaware), it was nice to know that I wouldn't be totally outclassed.

Now, if I could just figure out a way to increase my might...without, you know, having to go to the gym and work out a ton.

Peggy returned, carrying a cup of Irish tea on a saucer, and trying to smile.

"Ah, there you are Miss Carter...I knew you weren't above being civilized," I said, with a joking smile that she didn't return.

Then I took the tea and put it down on the chair of the couch. "Now, I am going to wait for this to cool. In the meantime, this cottage is utterly unbecoming of a private, let alone a ranked officer. Clean up this place while I drink my tea. And by the time I'm done, I want it spotless."

The place wasn't that messy. Still it was fun to watch Peggy jump to do as requested, her tiny maid's skirt giving me a nice peek at her white panties. (PEGGY: +4) (+57SP) I'd already seen her naked, of course, but there was something about the upskirt view which felt more sensual than the military stripping I'd witnessed earlier. I wanted to fuck this muscular goddess, badly. I wanted to screw her in her tight little English arse.

But I had to bide my time. I couldn't just jump into open waters, not without a life raft named Kara to protect me.

Peggy seemed to find cleaning in the maid's outfit far more humiliating than bringing me a cup of tea. Was it because the cup was the act of a secretary, while the cleaning was the act of a housewife? She'd told me she'd wanted to submit. Perhaps she'd fantasized about domestic bliss, like most women of her era and despite everything she'd accomplished, still feared being treated like an obedient domestic ****.

I sipped the tea after a minute or two. It was impeccable. The best tea I'd ever had. I could have spat it out, just to give myself a chance to punish her more. But I felt it was better to reward her for a job well done. If she felt that her existence under my thumb was going to be a never-ending parade of pain, she would writhe and struggle. But if she believed there was a place for her, if she believed it was possible to appease me, she'd stick around longer. And would be a lot less likely to do something drastic.

Unfortunately, even for someone as athletic as Peggy, the cottage had been untouched for far too long, for her to complete her task by the time I finished drinking the tea.

"Enough!" I stood up and she shook from where she knelt, desperately scrubbing the floor. "Since you have failed, I'm afraid I will have to discipline you twice. First, for the offense of what you said to Bobbi. Then for your own neglect to keep this abode in order and then to fulfill my commands as given."

I gestured to the couch. "Go, kneel on the couch with your legs splayed, your face pressed against the window and your hands behind your head. If you deviate from that position during your punishment, you will face more repercussions, understood?"

She nodded and scrambled into the position I'd described, blushing copiously at how exposed she was, in her tight silky uniform. (PEGGY: +10) (+67SP)

I stepped up to her and slid the paddle off the couch, making her watch as I gave it a few, experimental swings.

"I want you to count the number of swats you get." I said.

"Yes sir." (PEGGY: +1) (+68SP)

"And I want you to tell me, after each swing, that you deserve this and that you are a terrible leader."

She glanced back at me. "But-but sir...I'm not..."

"Oh really?" I leaned in nastily. "Verbally berating your second-in command, for her sexual preferences, you don't think that counts as an **** of power. I told you that you needed to liberate your mind and you ignored me, didn't you? You didn't actually care about getting better, you just wanted me to slap you with an A plus so you could get back out into the field. I'd say that makes you a pretty piss-poor officer all things considered."

She stared at her reflection in the window, tears appearing in her eyes. "Yuh-yes sir."

"Yes, sir, what?"

"Yes sir, I'm a piss poor officer..." She repeated. (PEGGY: +2) (+70SP)

"You have neglected to do as your told and have become unruly. Luckily for you, I'm here to help." With that I drew the heavy wooden paddle back. It was suddenly much lighter than I expected and when I swung it down there was a a satisfying CLAP! as it struck Peggy's backside and made her body jolt, probably more with surprise than pain.

"Wuh-one sir...I deserve this...I'm a terrible leader..." (PEGGY: +1) (+71SP)

"Speak up! You sound practically timid." SWAT!

"Two sir! I deserve this...I'm a terrible leader!"

THWACK!

Her bum shifted slightly after that one and I grinned. I was getting somewhere, I just needed to keep at it.

"Th-three, sir! I deserve this for being a terrible leader!"

I swung, watching her tense up and then release when I didn't strike. Then I swung down, twice in quick succession. SLAP! WHAP!

"Ah! Four sir! I deserve this for being a terrible leader! Five sir! I deserve this because I'm a terrible leader."

"What else are you, Peggy?" I asked, leaning closer and rubbing the flat of the paddle against her now tender rump.

"I-I don't know sir...a piss-poor officer?"

"Wrong!" SMACK!

"A-ah! Six sir! I deserve this for being a terrible leader!"

"Forget that part, tell me what else you are!" SWATT!

"Seven sir! I-I'm a bigot...I don't deserve to lead my team..." (PEGGY: +2) (+73SP)

"A nice start, but what else?"

"Umm...I-I don't know!" She cried out, as if in pain.

"Still in denial I see..." SMACK!

"EIGHT SIR! I like wearing trashy outfits."

"And what does that make you?"

"An-an exhibitionist sir..." (PEGGY: +1) (+74SP)

WHACK! "What else!"

"Nine sir! A-a slag...I'm a slag..." (PEGGY: +1) (+75SP)

She broke down crying after that, but I continued paddling her, forcing her to insult herself as I made her bottom redder. I had to stop around thirty, if only because my wrist was starting to cramp up.

As she knelt there on the couch, sobbing into the back of it, I grabbed her by the hair and pressed the paddle back up against her scarlet ass.

"You like this don't you...because you're a submissive slut who wants to be treated like dirt."

She whimpered and then nodded.

I put down the paddle and yanked down her panties, leaving her cute little pink cheeks just slightly poking out from under her skirt.

"This whole act, this veneer of respectability, it's all been to distract from what an obscene whore you really are..." I said, as I reached down and pressed my hand to her quivering sex. "I bet instead of keeping this place clean like you should have, you were too busy playing this cunt..."

She didn't answer. She knew I could already feel how hot and wet she'd become from the paddling. I retracted my hand and pinched her left ass cheek, hard.

"Say it!" I demanded.

She let out a grunt. "I-I was to busy playing...with my cunt..." (PEGGY: +2) (+77SP)

"And now you are going to be punished for it." I told her. Then I released my fingers around her fat ass cheek, reared back and smacked her across the pussy. SMACK! She spasmed and let out another moan of pain.

"This is for being a terrible host." I said, before lifting my wet hand again. SLAP! This time she buckled, almost collapsing from the pain and pleasure produced by such a simple motion.

"And this is for being such a lazy skank!"

SPLATT! She writhed under me, her legs momentarily closing to hide her most **** spot.

"Keep them open." I ordered.

She shuddered, no doubt turned on by the command, and slowly did as requested. (PEGGY: +2) (+79SP)

"Now arch your back and thrust that needy cunt back towards me so I can punish you properly, you cheap harlot."

She groaned again and again, did as she'd been commanded. (PEGGY: +1) (+80SP)

I slapped her five more times, before her wetness had left my hand sticky and the trembling in her thighs told me she was ready.

"You want to get fucked, don't you? You'd love someone to jam something up this disgusting gash, so you can finally cum like the bitch you are, don't you?"

She trembled and nodded.

"Beg for it."

She groaned again and turned her teary eyed face towards me. "Puh-puh-please...sir...please fuck me." (PEGGY: +1) (+81SP)

"I don't fuck failures..." I said, kicking her hard in the groin and making her double over in pain. "But don't worry, Captain...I know someone who does."

And with that, I pulled out my phone, scrolled to Kara’s profile and changed her fetish once again. This time to “**** Peggy Carter.”

KARA

Oh god this was so hard to watch. She wanted to fly home and frig herself hopelessly. Simultaneously, she was incapable of looking away from the scene.

He’d not just dressed her up and ordered her around, he’s spanked her ass for his own amusement. He’d sexually humiliated this woman who was supposed to be stronger and faster than him.

As she watched, she found herself looking less and less at Gerry and more at his victim. The curve of her punished ass. The glittering of moisture on her curly dark pubes. The swollen red flesh of her gushing slit.

Kara wanted to be in there. She wanted to press her face into that wet pussy and taste the Captain. She wanted to draw her tongue along that slit until she found Captain Carter’s clit. She wanted to feel the older woman squirming against her face, to hear her cries for mercy. She NEEDED to be in there.

Her phone rang, interrupting her perverse reverie.

It was Gerry.

“Hey, Super Slut. Come to the door and tell them you are here assist Dr. Manheim.”

With that he hung up. Kara could hardly stop herself from using super speed to sprint across the street. Instead, she merely walked quickly up to the two guards and coughed loudly.

“I’m here…” Her eyes continued to stare through the walls of the cottage at the aching, whimpering form waiting for her on that couch. “…to help Dr. Manheim.”

The guards looked suspicious, then the door opened and Gerry grinned.

“Ah, Abigail…come inside, by all means.”

She nodded at the two as she followed Gerry’s instructions, feeling another little tingle down below. She had never thought of a woman before like she was now thinking of Peggy, but the fact that it was still pleasurable to do what Gerry wanted indicated that perhaps she was only bisexual.

That or Peggy Carter was the exception that proved the rule.

Gerry grinned at her as he locked the door behind her. “Having fun?”

She nodded, slowly. She was beyond being embarrassed by simple voyeurism at this point anyway. She just needed him to say the word, so she could get to work on the hot middle-aged brunette in the next room, with a gushing cunt and a spanked ass. She didn’t know why she needed his permission and not Miss Carter’s, except that she knew that she and Peggy were just his toys right now. He could deny or indulge them at will.

“You want to taste her don’t you?” He said as he guided Kara down the hall and into the living room.

Kara nodded, again, more hastily this time. She knew it wouldn’t get her off, but she needed to anyway.

“Beg me to let you play with her.” Gerry said with a grin.

Kara squeezed her legs together at the prospect. Then she chose her words carefully. She wanted to please him so that he would give her this, let her enjoy this one thing. “Please…Daddy…please let this slut play with your newest bitch?” (KARA: +1 SP)(+95 SP)

He grinned.

Then she realized that Peggy was staring at her. Over her shoulder, with a look of absolute shock and dread. The fear in her eyes, however, did nothing to quell her lust. She needed to touch her, to lick her ass and cup her breasts and plunge herself into that squelching womanhood.

It was only a matter of if Daddy would let her.