Naughty Irish Imp

Naughty Irish Imp

Friday, February 19, 2016

You've Got Mail



02/19/2016


That is how it all began. An email, actually several hundred, but initially.......just one.

I wasn't really looking for a partner at the time. Actually I am not sure I even knew what I was looking for, if anything at all. I had long prior convinced myself that the man I sought and the relationship that I yearned for did not exist.

I wanted to be spanked. I needed to be spanked. But anything more than that simply did not appeal. I was not ready to open up to anyone, to share with anyone, to be vulnerable with anyone. The physical was important, the emotional I was completely blocked off and guarded against. The lust was important, love was not an option. It would take one hell of a Dom, one hell of a man, to ever begin to unarm me.

I read that introductory email at least a dozen times prior to replying. And my response was drafted, edited and redrafted at least as many times.

He was different. Articulate. Educated. Respectful. Dominant. Confident. Courteous. Handsome. Open. Inviting.

Our wants, needs, desires in this arena were closely aligned. Our likes, triggers and turn-ons were incredibly complimentary. Though we would continue to explore our kink and one another for 2 more weeks prior to meeting in person, I knew at the end of email #1 that I would in deed meet this man.

I simply never could have imagined that night what the next four years would hold. He was as perfect in person, in scene as he had been virtually. As hard as I tried to keep my own wounded emotions from entering the game, I simply couldn't remain closed off to this man. His subtle dominance overwhelmed me. His voice turned me on immensely. His sadist was an expert in providing the delicious pain that my masochist needed. His hands on my body was my own naughty version of paradise. His piercing brown eyes bore through me and pulled at my heart. I wanted to please him. I wanted to make him proud. I wanted to be his girl.

The physicality of our relationship certainly was priority #1 in those early days of our budding D/s relationship; but over time the emotional connection took center stage.

He has provided unwavering support for me. He is my shoulder to cry on. He is my best friend. He is my source of advice on all things. He is my moral compass, my very own internal Jiminy Cricket voice piping up to keep me behaving when I struggle with choosing the right path. He is my motivator. He is my Disciplinarian. He is my Daddy. He is my Dom. He is the *only* man I have or will ever kneel before. He is the enticing sadist to whom I relinquish all control. He is the strong embrace in which I feel safest as I hide from the world. He is the metric against which I measure all men.....and not one adds up.

The last four years has been full of ups and downs but around every corner, he was there. He never had to be; he chose to be. I will never be able to repay him for the impact he has had on my life and the woman I now am.......but I will happily spend the rest of my life attempting to. Pleasing him truly pleases me.

Days like today, marking a significant milestone in our relationship, gives me pause as I reflect on the course of our relationship. The depth of our connection. The strength of my submission. The power of his dominance. The astronomical possibility of our ever finding one another in the first place. The compatibility. The friendship that blossomed in the midst of what I planned to be a strictly physical relationship. The trust. The adoration. The genuine respect. The depth of devotion. The limitless love.

And every time I pause and reflect.......I smile. It all began with "You've got mail."

Happy Anniversary, Sir. I love you beyond measure and far more than words could ever hope to express. The last 4 years of our life has been difficult at times but amazing none the less, I look forward to the next 4. Being yours has made me the woman I am today and I thank you for that. No man has ever made me weak in the knees when I was about to be pulled over his.......until I found you. Fate? Luck? Irrelevant.......all that matters is that we found one another.......and I could not be happier. XOXO





Thursday, February 11, 2016

Play Date



02/11/2016


It feels like it's been forever since I saw my Daddy Dom for a spanking session.

Ughhhhh.

The weather sucks, the monotony of day to day life sucks.

I need an escape. I need my release. I need a day spent dangling OTK, having my naughty bottom blistered, and being overwhelmed by his palpable dominance.

Is this really too much to ask for?

Friday, January 1, 2016

Wednesday, December 2, 2015

Birthday Wishes



12/02/2015
 
 
Happy Birthday, Daddy!
 
 
I love you, I miss you and I hope today is a wonderful day for you.
 
 
I will happily take your birthday spankings for you as soon as we can finally see one another and be together. Soon, Sir, very very soon.
 
 
You still look pretty damn good, even if you are getting old.......ER. :)
 
 
You rock my world, Daddy and I love you to the moon and back.
 
 
Happy Birthday, Sir!
 
 
XOXOXO
 
Daddy's Little Girl
 


Saturday, October 17, 2015

Halloween Musings

October 17th, 2015


Two weeks from today and it is Halloween already!

Where did the year go?

The holiday season is quickly approaching, whether we like it or not. Ughh.

I am ignoring the looming fat elf and his materialistically-driven holiday.....for now.....because long before I put up the tree, I must decide what to be for Halloween. :)  

Now, shopping in the brick and mortar stores, as well as online, I can see there is no shortage of ideas. But now I must decide which route to go this year. Oh the possibilities. :)

There are the traditional, Halloween-esque costumes:

 
 
The witch is always a favorite. But I have been a witch before, I need something different this year. Besides, I don't want to be wearing the same costume as thousands of other women. I like standing out.
 
 
 
 
Then there is the very Halloween-like black cat! I am loving the tail and the thigh-highs, but perhaps I might get cold trick-or-treating in this costume in New England? Hmmm.
 
 
 
 
Naturally there are the super-hero/heroine costumes to choose from as well. Only if history has taught me anything, it is to never wear a cape and pretend to have super-powers on a holiday you intend to drink on. Bad things happen.......I.E. thinking you truly can fly.
 
 
Next, please!
 
 
Occupation inspired costumes are kind of cute. Which shall I choose this year?
 
 
 
 
I could always go the realistic route and select a naughty doctor/nurse costume. :)  I mean I do love my profession, and I never get to wear something this umm cute to work. Hmmm, then again, Halloween is for pretending to be something you are not. Time to shelf this idea.
 
 
 
 
Ooh la la. A French maid is another great idea. And, I can even speak the language! :) I would insist on a higher heel with this costume, but it is definitely a contender.
 
 





Freeze! Oh yes, I could definitely do the naughty police officer and I already have the boots in my closet! I have a penchant for control and for handcuffs. And authority turns me on. :) Oh wait, never mind, this is all backwards. I don't want to be the one cuffing someone else. Hmmmmmm.
 
 
Next please!
 
 
Ahh the traditionally 'good girl' costumes, with a little naughty flare!
 
 
 
 
 
Ding dong! Cookies anyone? I could totally rock those knee socks! Who doesn't love a cute, naughty, impish, little girl scout?!  :)
 
 
 
 
 
Now this is right up my alley! Love, love, love those thigh-high tights, the heels and the impossibly short skirt. Daddy would love this! Only one problem with this one.......I am no angel (and my Daddy Dom has this whole honesty rule). See Mr. Dom man, you are ruining my costume pool.....and you would have loved this outfit as much as I do! Hmph!
 
 
 
 
Now this one is sure to be a Daddy Dom favorite! And I have just the perfect skirt for this outfit! I think we may have a winner here. The naughty school girl.
 
Only one question left:
 
What lesson will we be learning today, Professor?
 
 
 


Tuesday, September 29, 2015

Dumb Shit


09/29/2015


Totally lying.......this is *absolutely* the reason I haven't done "dumb shit" in a very long time.

Despite my naturally naughty impulses and wicked short Irish temper.

I still get just as many "Oh my f%cking god, I am going to lose it" moments now as I did 5 years ago......there is just one difference.

Pictured above. :) 

The thought immediately creeping into my mind and knotting my tummy after that "going to lose it" one is "he will whip my ass if I do."

Regardless of the excuse or justification for losing my temper, I still always and forever will have an unpleasant consequence because my Daddy Dom sets high standards for me and keeps me on a tight leash.

Lucky world.......y'all would be screwed if I had no leash! :)





Saturday, June 20, 2015

To Daddy, With Love

June 21st, 2015


I know that to you, today is just another day on the calendar. You're oddly simple like that. But to our media crazed materialistic society, it is also one of those "mushy Hallmark days." And this one, Sir, is for you.

Now, obviously I have not had you around my entire life to share these cute Daddy/daughter moments:

 
 
 
 
 
But in all actuality, I am glad I didn't.....and not just because my teenage years would have driven you half insane. :) Honestly, it would have changed our dynamic. I am certain we still would have had an amazing relationship, but.....I wouldn't have gotten to experience these Daddy/daughter moments with you:
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
I smile every day knowing I am your little girl. The changes you've inspired, motivated and made in my life have made me happier than you know. There is nothing I would not do to please you. 
 
Much like most every other girl looks up to her father with adoration and awe, as do I to you. You are a phenomenal father, an amazing role model, a selfless provider. You're my best friend in the world, I can and often do talk to you about anything. You make me laugh, you make me cry and you dry my tears. You are my strength when I am weak. You're my moral compass in life and the metric against which I measure all men.....and not one measures up.
 
You don't always give me what I want, but you have always given me exactly what I need. You know me better than I do myself, most days. Your smile makes me melt, your voice makes me swoon, your penetrating glare stops me in my tracks, and your touch.......mmm your touch.......not always soft & gentle, but not always harsh & unforgiving.......in a word, perfect. When my world is chaos, you are my safe place to hide. There is not a place in this world where I have ever felt more safe, secure and loved than wrapped up in your strong arms.
 
I crave your approval. Your disappointment crushes me. Though from any other man the words "good girl" would sound almost condescending, from your lips they are music to my ears. Being yours has made me a better person. Everything about the man you are and the man you are not is amazing to me. 
 
You're so much more to me than my D/s playmate. Clearly I love your inner sadist and my time with him, dancing in the flames. I've not ever fully trusted another to test my limits the way you do, with you it was natural.....you earned my trust and I have always known it is well placed. I am proud to wear your collar on my neck and your marks on my bottom. As far as Doms go, you are a highly sought after commodity.....and you're all mine.....but it is all of those other things about you that I adore. You began as my playmate 3 1/2 years ago, now you are so much more to me than maybe even you realize. You are my confidante, my best friend, my shoulder to cry on, my sounding board, my parenting advice guru, my favorite lunch date, my emotional anchor, my eternal optimist.......my Daddy.
 
I love the way you love me, Dad. For everything you do every single day to make me smile, thank you. For all of the hard lessons you've taught me, several multiple times over, thank you. For all the hats you wear and all the roles you play, thank you. For everything you are and have become to me, thank you. For putting up with me when you never had to, for sharing in my stresses, thank you. For helping me to grow, thank you. For encouraging me, inspiring me, motivating me and nurturing me, thank you.
 
You truly are one in a million; and I am a very lucky little girl. I love you, Daddy and I will spend the rest of my life striving to make you proud of me and trying to show you how much I appreciate you and the impact you've made on my life.
 
Happy Father's Day, Sir.     



With Love Always,
 
 
Your Naughty Little Daddy's Girl
 


Friday, June 5, 2015

Stormy Skies




06/05/2015


Some days the sun is shining and you can bask in perfect 78 degree bliss.

Some days the skies open up and whirl around you in a fury.

Some days you win.

Some days you taste the bitter disappointment of defeat.

Some days the timing couldn't be more perfect.

Some days the timing is nothing if not catastrophic.

The latter is how I would surmise our current situation.

If it just could have waited. Just a little longer.

But it didn't, and this is the reality we have to face. So be it.

I understand your rage. I get it.

I have been kind. I have been respectful. I have shown restraint.

But do not make the mistake of taking that as weakness. I assure you, it is the last label any coherent person would apply to me.




Monday, May 18, 2015

Balancing Act




May 18th, 2015


All of life is a balancing act, no?

When I sit quietly and reflect on my D/s relationship with my Daddy Dom, I am often pleasantly surprised at how well the man balances. Us. His personal life. His professional life. The headache that is His Imp. :)

Truly, there are days I am not sure how he manages to do it. I always have him, physically or not, I always have access. He is simply always there for me. Amazing, I can not recall even once in the past 3 1/2 years of belonging to this man when I have felt anything less than a priority. That is saying something considering he has a full time career, wife and three growing children whom he is also, always there for.

Even the balancing within the context of our relationship is remarkable. We, the both of us, walk a fine line between friendship and discipline. Business and pleasure. We've somehow built an amazing friendship on top of an unequal foundation. He is dominant, and I, his submissive. He is the only authority I willingly heed, and yet my best friend as well.

He knows what I need when I am simply caught up in what I want. There are times I do or say things I naturally regret with time and what I *want* is for him to be as hard on me as I am myself.......and yet, he won't. Because part of his balancing act is deciphering my behavior and making sure my needs, not wants, are met.

There are times I've done ridiculous things, under a certain amount of stress, and while I stay hung up on the fact that I did or said such things.....he sees past that. Behaviors that at any other time or under any other circumstance, he would come down incredibly harshly on me.....he simply doesn't.

Even the times when he does choose to come down on me for my behavior, it is always measured, balanced. Sometimes I need reasoned with, because I am so damn hard headed and stubborn that I have convinced myself that I am right. Sometimes my mind is running a thousand miles a minute and I need slapped across the face to stop it. Sometimes I just need to curl up in his arms and hide from the world for a while. 

There are times that a simple disapproving look will drive the lesson home. Other times I need the intense scolding and harsh corporal punishment to get through. He knows what I need, often before I do, and I love that.

It is an incredibly secure feeling to know that your Dom truly does 'get it' and really does understand you.

My Daddy has mastered the Imp tight rope walk. :) I'm a lucky girl.






Wednesday, May 6, 2015

Defined By the Other




05/06/2015


Oh how very true this is.

Complimentary of one another.

Defined by one another.

Two confusing single puzzle pieces that when put together, combine to make a masterpiece.