I’ve written about this phrase before, but my thoughts have evolved.
Nowadays, I dish out “good girl” as a compliment happily, freely. (Thanks, V, for teaching me how fun it can be!)
I’m still conflicted about it.
I don’t like the “daddy” aspects of it. I know they resonate powerfully for many women, but they scare me. I want your service, your obedience, your compliance. But I don’t want to imagine you as my daughter, me as your father. At. All.
And/but, I now freely enjoy providing and collecting the incremental thrill it provides (so many) women to be rewarded with these words. I’ve seen it, over and over: somehow, when I say “good girl” (or even simply “GG,” as I often said/wrote to V) it activates something so fucking hot in so many women, I’m willing to overlook all the ways it squicks me out just to know it makes your pussy tingle, your clit vibrate, to earn that from me.
And it makes my cock (so) hard to do that to you, to take that from you.