For Them

For Them

As he held me in place phsycially – my face pressed into the matress, my ass forced up high to where he liked it – I found in me once again, that space in my mind I always craved.  Where thoughts slowed down and sensations heightened – like a panther preparing to pounce.  Everything was electric…every movement, sound and touch sparked, like a chemical magic brought about only by the perfect combination of two beings in their natural element.

As the spanks on my bare skin ceased being a pleasurable physical assult and became nothing but a sound heard only from a vague distance, I felt myself grow weaker and stronger all at once.  I found my place here, simultaneously becoming both the hunter and the prey.  I always find my strength, ironically, at my most vulnerable moments.

At that moment, I felt as ferocious and free as a wild animal…but an animal who ultimately wanted only to be collared and led back to her cage.  The power to roar, but the desire only to purr.

The right owner can bring out the best in their pet.

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After as a lay in his arms on the bed, I soaked up the peace and stillness which my sated mind poured luxuriously over my physical being.  Mind and body in perfect rhythm; each feeding the other…allowing me to feel and breathe, run free and wind down, as and when required.  The perfect partners in a masochistic crime; granting their owner…me…the rare and beautiful opportunity to withdraw or come alive at the skill of my own Master. I find I am at the mercy of my beautiful body and sadistic senses as much as his hands.

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For my babies: Pet and Sub

I Love you girls ❤ x

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A Night of Unexpected Pleasure

A Night of Unexpected Pleasure

(A musical post – click on the each title to read that section with the relevant piece of music.

The original inspiration for this blog came from this incredible electro/dubstep/classical creation – The Allegretto From Symphony 7)

 

I felt him prowl around me as though I were a captured animal which had lost its way through a panther’s territory.  My skin prickled – my mind screamed at me to beg for forgiveness and my freedom – but my nipples pushing against the thin material of my dress as my breath escaped me in short sharp lustful pants kept me stood in place.  My eyes remained angled towards the floor as had been instructed as he had placed the blindfold over me.

Allegretto from Beethoven’s Symphony no.7

Suddenly music surrounded and captured me.  Beautiful music which held me in its grip as much as the binds holding my elbows up and together behind my back were.  I was scared but so enraptured by him and this…whatever this was.  A sensory overload.  A warm, sensuous otherworldly experience and one which i had never expected as I started my night.

The music started out so peacefully.  The volume seemed shocking still but nothing compared to how it progressed.  Before long the soaring strings filled me further still and I felt as though my mind could take no more…I was beyond over stimulated.  And he had not even touched me yet.

I had no idea what to expect having only just met this man mere hours before.  He had told me during our three hour conversation which took our attention from anything going on in the bar surrounding us, that he enjoyed creating the unknown.  Building situations, scenes, which would overwhelm and be the most tantalising, sensual experience.  I was beyond enthralled by his words.

The music built once again…my mind was lost, my body was overawed with all it was experiencing despite him not having laid one finger on me.  I was creating all this in my own head, but sometimes that is the most powerful weapon we can use to shock and awe another.  I felt myself slumping forward and fell in to him, my head rested on his shoulder.  His hands ran up my back from the base of my spine, the shock of electricity as they moved from cotton dress to bare skin made me gasp, and up to my neck where they rested, one hand cupping the other, both hands now holding my neck in place.  His thumbs moved around lifting and holding my jaw straight toward him and I could feel his breath wash over me warmly his face mere millimetres away from mine.

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Moonlight Sonata

Was he going to kiss me? No, instead he held me there.  As the music changed to a quieter yet somehow darker piece I felt myself yield to him. I had no where to go, no reason to leave, no requirement to feel ill at ease for even if I did, would he let me free? Unlikely…this was his game.  I let go of my ideas of my imperfections – he was so close to me, and with only a thin layer of summer cotton to protect me, what would it matter that I hate my thighs? That my breasts aren’t the perfect peaks they once were?  I could sense him eying me hungrily, this man with whom I could have talked all night, was wantonly longing for me in all my glory.  At that moment I felt my mind release.  My head rested entirely into his hands, I felt him re-adjust his thumbs a little to incorporate the extra pressure…I felt my body wash over with relaxation as the message from my brain told it that this was good.

Fantasia On A Theme – Ralph V. Williams

He had me now. I was his – i felt it in myself.  I would take and do anything required of me. I knew this would be intense, but with no basis of what to expect, the newness of these emotional and mental sensations mixed with the music made my eyes fill behind the blindfold.  I felt so vulnerable, so exposed and so naive…I felt childlike again, but mixed with the heady sense of lust and need and desire which swirled around us, I had never felt more powerful or alive either.  It was a contradiction beyond my understanding but I knew that it was not for me to understand – certainly not right now anyway.

I felt his right hand move away from my neck whilst the left stayed in place holding me where he wished for me to be.  The music escalated into a beautiful mind blowing crecsendo as I felt the zip which went from top to bottom of the front of my dress began to move.  The sensations of the cool metal, the material and his skin brushing my body as the zip gave way to him made me gasp, the sound of which was lost in the violin now playing around us.  My breath which had been slowing thankfully down began to quicken once again as the prospect of what was next began to swirl in my mind.  As the zip yielded entirely I felt the dress fall open and enjoyed the gentlest of caresses it gave my thighs just where the hem fell upon them.  He left the thin straps over my shoulders which were still pushed forcefully back by the rope tied around my forearms – the pressure of which was just starting to creep over me and make me aware of some level of physical discomfort beyond that of my initial mental anguish.

The hand which had unzipped me then gently traced my side from hairline, down my cheek to my jawline, down my neck (which made my body tingle deliciously and painfully), over my collarbone, brushing past my right breast with the softest of touches before sweeping over my stomach to my hip and ending upon on backside.  Any embarrassment I may have felt with previous lovers under the hard gaze of such minute attention was utterly lost on me and I revelled in his touch and the gaze which no doubt followed it. This moment was my decent in to submission and my rise to perfection.  I felt goddess like, and with no way to check otherwise, what with my sight being hindered, who was I to contradict myself?  My mind felt I was a goddess…so be it.

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Claire De Lune

He pulled me into him by the hand grasping the right cheek of my backside.  I felt his lips brush mine as we neared and electricity shot through my body straight to my sex which I now realised was throbbing, desperate for attention after this long, sensual build up, all of which had used very little in the form of touch.   The brush of his mouth was over in just the briefest moment and I felt a pressure from his hand on the back of my neck which felt like a command to move – a change of direction was happening and I could do nothing but follow his silent demands. I had not seen the room as he had tied and blindfolded me in the room outside of this one.  I had no sense of direction or sense of scale; I had no understanding of where I was or what was happening, but I was just utterly aware of the all consuming music which now played a stunning, lilting piano piece which calmed and carried me and willed me to go on and experience what was to come.

Canon – Johann Pachelbel 

He was now stood beside me and the pressure on my neck was gently pushing me towards… something.  He stopped me with a short tightening of his thumb and fingers before the pressure resumed and led me to bend forwards over…well…something.  It felt hard, not cold as such, perhaps a polished wooden table? Or side board? Then I noted that the object was long enough for me to lean over from hip to head… so it was long, but I felt there was no edge beyond my breasts so as the pressure of my leaning on them built they pushed out a little and on to nothing – so the item was long and thin.  I had read of these items…I thought they were used only in dungeons in fetish clubs.  Clearly not.  I felt him fold my dress up to neck so my back was entirely bare. The next sensation I had was of something metal clasping around my waist. The cold was a bitter pill to take after the gentleness and warmth I had experienced so far and again I gasped, only this time in shock and I felt my eye brows and forehead crease in mild annoyance.  The short, sharp spank he inflicted upon me for this brief expression made the breath fly out of my lungs.  What on earth was going on?  My mind felt once again all at sea…totally confused about what was going on.  I tried to sit back up in shock, suddenly aware of how vulnerable I was to another of those smacks the longer I remained in this position.  But by this point the harness had encircled my waist and I had no where to go.

The music soared around me.  I felt giddy but still so very turned on.  The spread of warmth which had swiftly followed the shortness of the pain made me somehow wish for more.  It felt…good?  Could it feel good to have a near stranger spanking ones’ behind for feeling annoyed?  I had little time to think about it, or about whether I actually wanted more because the next thing I felt was a warm palm tracing down from lower back to the crook of my knee.  The thighs I hated so much suddenly the object of such desire.  I felt his left hand place itself on my lower back as the right hand continued its journey over my right thigh and ass cheek.  He began to focus a circular motion over my cheek before suddenly a shot of pain sliced through the very spot that warm hand had just been caressing.  5 short spanks followed before three soothing circles with the palm before 5 more spanks.  He followed this pattern for longer than I cared for, and before long my untrained skin felt so sore under his hand that I felt bile rising in my throat.  It was too much. I tried desperately to tell him, but the violins and beauty of the music washing over us mixed with this new, incredible, sensual situation and the pain I was experiencing made my mind blank – it could not work out quite how to form the words required to make him stop…and that was when I felt it.  A new level in my mind slowly dawning on me.  I felt as though I had somehow drowned and awoken into a new world…my physical body felt as heavy and as light as lead and feather at once – I was floating and sinking as one and was not even a little bit afraid. I felt freer than I had ever done.  My mind ceased to think.  Worries disappeared – I was all consumed by whatever this incredible sensation was.  The pain which mere seconds before had been too much to bear, hardly registered.  In fact, each strike was a bliss which I wished more of.  I felt everything and nothing, and whilst each hit reminded me of where I was it simultaneously pushed me further out in to what I can only describe as space.  I felt utterly and completely high.

The final crescendo of the music signalled his attention on my right cheek coming to a close.  As the silence briefly ensued I heard his breath coming hard and fast from his lungs, pushed out, by the exertion of his efforts? Or by the sheer sexual pleasure doing this to me was causing him? I had no idea, nor did I particularly care. I just wanted more.


String Symphony No. 4, Andante – Felix Mendelssohn

As he stood himself upright, I lay there trapped in my blissful state.  I could have stayed there forever.  His attentions on to the left cheek alerted me to a shift in situation though and suddenly I recalled what I had had to endure before this peace had taken over.  But since I was already so within my submissive space, the pain of the left cheek was somehow gentler.  Even the final pre sub-space spanks which before had been such agony, were less unpleasant.  This time though the fall was gentler.  It was less of a shock and I floated there in that beautiful place with the strings consuming my mind and the pain raining down whilst I felt nothing but pleasure and bliss.

Before too soon the music was drawing to a close and his spanking ceased.  I was left there for moments to revel in my blissed out state I can only assume, or else for him to take a moment to gather himself.  I could again only guess at what was to come next. I wasn’t sure how long he had been spanking me, nor did I know how long it had been since we had arrived.  I did know that my arms were now starting to ache like mad as the mental high dispersed gently and the pain from the seemingly endless spanking began to creep in.  I suddenly felt something warm pour over my ass cheeks…an oil perhaps and never have I felt something more soothing.  My skin was so grateful as his hands smoothed it over their burning heat.

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Antonia Vivaldi – Winter

The next sensation was of the bindings being untied from my arms. The aching in my shoulders was too much to bear as they dropped suddenly, my hands falling to my side and now hanging limply.  The blood rushed back to them and I was quickly aware of all these aches and pains throughout my body and I started to wonder, as my high had now all but left me with only a residual calm ness left to speak of, why I was allowing myself to go through this.

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Then I was reminded.  He was back – his nails raked down my back from shoulders to the base of my spine. My body fizzled in reaction to the hard sensation after the gentleness of sub space.  His hands grabbed at my ass cheeks, hard almost twisting the skin, letting them go before spanking a little, then grabbing again and scratching over the welts which must have developed due to the scorching pain I felt as his nails pulled over them.  He has turned animalistic – no more gentle touches or controlled spanking…he was pawing at me, wanting me; before his fingers delved inside me making me cry out with surprise and pleasure.  His experienced fingers hit my previously elusive g spot that i had only stumbled upon on a handful of accidental occasions before.  He worked over those nerve endings until i was trembling and my body was convulsing uncontrollably, releasing all that energy and pressure and tension he had built up since the moment he had placed my arms in those bindings.  Yes my mental tension had been released, in fact my 28 years of mental tension felt like it had been released in that one visit to my submissive headspace, but my physical tension? That was still very much there, vibrating and bubbling away desperate for release – and I got it more than I had ever hoped for or ever experienced before.  It was like nothing I had felt in my life – these waves of pleasure pounding over me, time after time. My body convulsed and pushed against its metal jailer which still ran around my waist.  His fingers pushed on until I had no energy left in me and as the orgasm of my life faded away I was left relieved beyond belief.  He had cleared away mental and physical cobwebs I didn’t even realise existed within me!  I felt like a new woman.

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And now it was his turn. The sexual tension must have been as rife within him as it had been in me, and as his long hard cock pushed deep inside me, his hands griping my waist hard, my body found it’s voice at last and I cried out – long, and guttural and animal-like.  I was wild and alive and his desperate thrusts pushed me on and on.  Energy built up within me once again, pleasure grew and swirled within my body.  Over the crescendo of the music all I could now hear was my own cries and heavy breath, but his orgasm was undeniable as his voice carried over the strings and filled me with a new sensual pride and my orgasm followed swift suit.  He pushed hard into me one…two…three times, forcefully and without apology.  As his climax came to a close, I rode my own wave for as long as he would allow me.  He pulled out of me and I felt his warm, fresh cum dribble a little down my leg…somehow nothing had felt as sexy in my entire life.  I felt darkly, sensually filthy.  Erotic, sexy, alive…

He undid the metal keeper at my waist and as the music came to an end I heard him walk out the room.  I dressed quietly and slipped out feeling more incredible than I ever thought possible.

My night of unexpected pleasure had changed my lie forever.

The Unexpected Playdate

The Unexpected Playdate

As I sat cuddled to his chest, sipping my wine and quietly sighing with contentment I felt myself lifted and flipped over his knee.

Lifting my dress above my hips, he began lightly, one on each cheek, building to a soothing rhythm which i hoped would never end as I slipped quietly down to my recesses.  The force hardened, the pace quickened…a brief interval of caresses and soothing before starting again. 

This is how I like it – unexpected, un-required but totally needed.  Always wanted.  I could instinctively sense the moment when desire overtook his urge to spank. His free hand crept to my neck, into my hair – my head lifted from its downward facing position, replaced with a sharp up and back motion.  His breath quickened, his slaps becoming more insistent, firmer yet a tad more distracted…a final row of 10 on each reddened, screaming cheek and he was done. 

My body manoevered off his knees and my head twisted so desperate lips can meet. I straddle him so he can lift me, my hands grip his shoulders, his cup my backside firm as he stands.  Carrying me into the bedroom, he deposits me so I am bent over the end of the bed…hands placed shoulder width apart, feet a little further still, forehead press down into the mattress.  

I feel his tongue enter me from behind and I instinctively arch my back to allow a deeper angle. My breathing quickens, my clit swells, his fingers penetrating me and finding my g-spot tip me over an already dangerous edge.  I was never going to last long.  I am free to come as much as I like…I take him at his word. 

My first climax comes to a shuddering end and quickly picks up the pace again as his cock pushes into me.  He knows the angle I need, he knows the pace I like, he knows the words I want to hear.  As my breathing regroups and yet again builds, so does my orgasm as urgent, whispered words of encouragement greet me: “That’s right…good girl…are you going to come for me?”.  He asks the question, as ever, at the precise moment.  As a cry out lost in pleasure, I think my ‘Yes’ may be lost.  But he got the idea.

As my pussy pulses around him and I push back and away hard to match his pace and in a selfish attempt to successfully elongate my own orgasm, i feel his cock thicken and harden inside me and know he is coming too.  His hands in my hair, holding me firm fill me with another 10 seconds of bliss before it swirls and whistles away as if on a passing, summer breeze. 

Another beautifully successful play date. 

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Fantasy 10: His

Fantasy 10: His

Silence ebbs over me – still, peaceful.  The only sound is my steady breath as I slide into that quiet space inside my head.  The one that allows me the freedom to just be.  The one where the world ceases to exist outside of the exact space I am in current ownership of – in this case, my beautiful comfy bed.  Sub has moved into the place which Little Girl has just vacated, tail between her legs after her punishment from Daddy.  She was certainly more sedate by the end – but she knew Daddy loved her more than ever.  

Every punishment made them stronger – the relationship between the two of them growing more vital and real with every spank, every tightened binding, every verbal scolding, every tear fallen, every gentle kiss to make it ok.  

Little girl is a new member of my head spaces.  One which I still struggle with occasionally having no ‘daddy-issues’ to speak of.  But simply, I believe her to be an extension of Sub…she delights in being free to fly outside of reality as with sensation-seeking sub, whilst also revelling in the concept of knowing that she is undeniably, unrelentingly loved no matter what she does.  Her sheer vulnerability and dependence on her Daddy to teach her right from wrong and love her regardless makes her different to sub.  And her existence means that sub has grown up a bit and is a little stronger than she originally was now that Little Girl has taken away some of that sensitivity.  

Don’t misunderstand me: Dom always loves sub – as much as Daddy adores his Little Girl…but D/s time together is borne more out of pleasure – even the punishments have a sensual edge to them.  No matter the 200 slaps of the paddle which sent tears flying down my cheeks and made me pull and fight against the binds which tied me into the torture for as long as his heart desired – the ultimate aim for both is sex.  The receiving of that agony and the giving of it is our version of the sweetest, most intense foreplay – knowing that all he wants is to soothe my pain, even whilst serving it; knowing that all he wants is to blindfold me, bind me to the doorframe, lift my legs around his waist and fuck his little sub while she cries out lost in the richest, all encompassing, swirling vacuum of intense sensations until he is spent and she is collapsed over his shoulder.  

Knowing that all he wants then is to untie her and carry her exhausted, perfect being to his lap where he holds her tight and rocks and kisses her into oblivion.  

Little Girl is not for pleasure.  Little Girl is the ‘learning’ aspect of my lil kinks…it used to be sub, but with all my girls developing, it became necessary I suppose to separate them out further, like a child growing new aspects of their personalities, new likes and dislikes, new ways of behaving…learning as they go.  Sub likes to learn, and then she likes to be fucked…and because the end goal is the pleasure, sometimes the lesson is not learnt all that well.  Little Girl on the other hand takes the Real Life punishments – the ones which are given out to keep me safe.  I walk home in the middle of the night all alone? Little Girl must learnt so that I am safe and do not do it again.  Brat gives Dom a cheeky comment (then dashes away sniggering)?  Sub takes her punishment, but since the cause of it was not life endangering, she takes it and gets fucked as well.  It’s still an important lesson to learn – but it’s rooted in the fun of the partnership.  After all where would Dom be without Brat getting me into trouble every now again.  

It’s fun…it’s a game.  It’s pleasure and pain.

So having accepted the punishment for my misdeameanor, Little Girl has taken on board the lesson.  Now I am left alone…me and Sub.  Me? Sub? Who am I left as as I lie here in the darkened room, the dawn slowly seeping through the curtains?  I don’t know anymore – nor do I care.  The peace is all consuming and I drift there happily.  

I hear him, my Dominant now, entering the room.  My body prickles…rarely after Little Girl has taken a punishment do I get the treat of being with Dom so soon.  I may get strokes and rocked to sleep…but this?  This is a treat – brought on no doubt by his worry, as he considers all the awful things which could have happened to the love of his life on that lonely walk home from town.  

His initial anger gave way to panic and concern which led to Little Girl spending time bent over in front of Daddy and this beautifully welted red backside I am now fashioning.  But now, it would seem that that adrenalin has given way to lust…and who better to deal with that than Dom and sub…

…the original characters in this game, this life…our little slice of heaven on earth.  

They know one another better than anyone could.  They have seen both the light and dark sides of this particular kink they share.  But nothing, however dark, seems to be able to break that bond.  

His need to dominate and his methods in doing so are the exact counterpart to her need to submit.  

I feel the ball gag touch my lips.  They instinctively open, and my teeth grip the cool, slip of the soft plastic as it fills my mouth entirely – my lust swollen lips now stretched almost to a sensation resembling pain.  I bite down on the ball and release it, feeling the material give way to my testing and refill my mouth as i relax my jaw once again.  I probe it with my tongue, trying to find a comfortable position for it. Flat against it? Underneath it? Hmmm…it’s just so big! I am distracted now anyway as I feel him lift my head to bring the leather studded straps around either side of my warm, flushed face, before I sink back down as the sensation of him tightening increases until I feel it hit the perfect spot and, locked in to place, his hands move away.  Next the blindfold…cool satin covers my eyes and my heart rate skips up just the tiniest notch.  

Finally, the ear plugs…he really wants to take me down to the very recesses of subs headspace tonight.  

All in place, I lie there…the only senses I have left are smell and touch…and even that is limited with my hands bound.  Because of this, my skin is now prickling – like live electricity is flowing through my veins.  

What next?

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Aside

Fantasy 9: Little Girl Gets What Is Coming

I am out of luck.

Daddy lifted me from his knees and placed me, bent over the dresser, my cheek pressed against the cool wood, my wrists now being bound behind my back with the tie he had been wearing at work that day.

My hearts skips as I’m pretty sure I know what is coming – the part where he won’t allow me to come until I can no longer hold it back and I practically implode from the inside out for him until he has to catch my limp body as my legs fail to hold me up…

my body slumping over his strong arms.  

Of course, this is what Little Girl would have got had she not been in the middle of a very serious punishment session.

What in fact happened next made me shiver with terror…and excitement.

The bamboo cane is rarely used.  It is a fun game for us, but if I had a choice I’d always choose the hand.  The canes’ sharp, mean little thwacks hurt more than I care to let on and it takes me too long to relax into them for it to be a pleasurable experience.  Plus, of course this is not meant to be a pleasurable experience!

Usually I would have the paddle for punishments – but perhaps Daddy is thinking that my misdemeanor is so out of charachater that only an out of habit implement will do to ensure it sticks in my mind. Either way, I know this will not be pleasure in any shape or form.  My already red behind is stinging and tingling beautifully from my just-received spanking…how I wish I could revel in its heat a little longer, but before I get a chance to even attempt to take my self down into sub’s mindset and away from Little Girl’s more pain adverse headspace I sense the cane moving through the air.

I hear it hit me a split second before the scorching jet of pain courses across my backside like a knife.  God I love Him.  I feel bile rise in my throat as my body tries to encompass the sensation.  He waits a brief moment for my suddenly erratic breathing to calm – but not long enough to allow me to slip into my sub head.

No such gift – after all I have been a very bad little girl.

The rain of sharp agony continued until I could barely catch my breath between each one – as I reached 30…35…45…50.  I held my breathe on the last five…praying his goal was 50.  It was.  I had taken far more with the paddle, and as much as I hated it, it’s flat, firmness allowed me to get lost in the pain more easily than the cruel spiking spits of the cane.

I still managed to get out the words “Thank you Daddy” – although they slipped out my mouth in a ragged breathe.

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Little Girl had more than learnt her lesson.  With the tears which has been falling hard and fast during the the last twenty or so swipes slowly drying, he took my wrists and, turning me, steered me gently to the bed.  Lying me on it face down, still bound, my elbows limp and my wrists straining at the bindings holding my hands at my lower back, i sunk into the soft duvet, exhausted, exhilarated, turned on beyond any reasonable measure…why does this pain excite my body in this way? It is is a question i rarely bothered my mind with anymore…but there it was popping into my head.  I felt my brow furrow as a pondered it for just another brief moment before I felt the cool sensation of oil being dribbled over my burning, cane streaked cheeks.   I felt my breath rushing out from my mouth, my lips swollen with lust.  His expert hands gently soothed away the pain and I felt a last tear trickle down my cheek at the kindness and tenderness he was now demonstrating.

As my heart rate slowed, my breathing soothed and my backside began to merely tingle…I knew the punishment was over.

“Has my Little Girl learnt her lesson?”

“Yes Daddy”

“You will stay here and think it through until I come back. I want an apology, then sub can have her time with her Dom.  Ok? Daddy is done with you for now Little One.”

And with that, he stroked my hot cheek, kissed my eye lids closed and left the room, leaving me to my thoughts.  

And what thoughts they were…

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Fantasy vii: Little Girl’s Punishment – Daddy’s View

Fantasy vii: Little Girl’s Punishment – Daddy’s View

Daddy:
Surveying her gorgeous pert bottom and creamy skin, upper thighs a little slicked with excitement…my immediate urge is to slide my fingers between them and cause her to convulse in pleasure…but I steel myself for now. My little girl has a lesson to learn. Dom will have his time with sub later, but right now it’s daddy and his little girl.
Tightening one arm well around her waist as she continues to complain and shift her body, I start to very sharply and firmly bring down crisp hard spanks on her round behind – right on the sweet spot which she loves to hate so much. The result is a beautiful bounce but it also causes the kicking to increase.
”Do you know what might have happened to you?! Young lady you know there is always a reason I ask you to do something, don’t you?”  SMACK SMACK  SMACK
”Owwww I’m sorry daddy I’m sorry!”. SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK
”You could’ve been in serious serious danger miss. And what would I have been able to do?”  ”If” SMACK ”I” SMACK ”had” SMACK ”lost” SMACK ”you” SMACK.
Her gorgeous cheeks have turned from their normal creamy white to a heightened shade of red already. I hear her breathing erratic and ragged. She’s taken some real hard spankings before – she can take much more.
But it’s not the pain I want for her – the more pain she gets the more likely she is to slip into subspace and I want here 100% hearing the words I’m saying.
Thinking about never seeing daddy again or how he would feel getting a call from the police….it’s too awful.
”I’ve learned my lesson daddy. I promise.”
 ”Young lady, your promises were suspended when you lied.” ”SMACK ”repeatedly” SMACK ”to my face” SMACK SMACK SMACK.
 I Work my way down from her scorching cheeks to the tops of her thighs…her wails increase…..
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Fantasy v: Little Girl’s Pre-Punishment Thoughts

Fantasy v: Little Girl’s Pre-Punishment Thoughts

With him gone the tears which had pooled in my eyes spill in a hot gush down my icy cheeks.  Shame at my lies burns them hotter still and embarassment at being caught makes me cry more.

I finally peel off the dress and leave it in a pool on the floor. Too tired and still tipsy to consider anything more useful to do with it. Naked now i slip into the hot water of the shower and wash away the chill.

The anxiety of what’s coming does not leave me though. Instead it builds in my stomach making my heart pound harder and harder until i am weak and the breath is being forced out of my throat.  I stay in the water as long as possible but all too soon i know my time is up. Being made to wait will only serve to infuriate him further and knowing how my bad behaviour will have affected him…i don’t want him any angrier.

I towel myself off and find my white cotton panties,the ones i know my daddy likes, and a white frilly pair of pajamas, just see through enough that he can make out the colour of my nipples through the top. Little, frilled shorts and strappy top in place i go to the end of the bed, kneel, bow my head and place my hands on my thighs – now warm and still perfectly smooth and soft.  Knowing he will be coming back any second makes my heart pound once again, with fear but also from the steady rising excitement at the pain and pleasure to come.  

Sometimes little girl just wants her daddy to be cross with her…

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