Naughty Irish Imp

Naughty Irish Imp

Thursday, October 24, 2013

Spank Her Til She Knows It



10/24/2013

I came upon this pic during one of my spank-horny moments as I searched Google and Bing for my spanking, discipline & Dominance/submission fix for the day. :) Yes, I am absolutely addicted to my D/s relationship & the dynamic I share with my amazing Daddy Dom......he is my drug of choice. 

This pic is adorable and touching.....the intimacy of the embrace is beautiful, the smiles speak for themselves, and the words are oh so true! Definitely resonated with me. 

I read some spanko girls blogs and listen to them struggle with self-doubt or even self-loathing when they've gotten into trouble and earned themselves a spanking. It's a definite negative for them and that is clear in their writing. I guess I am different and just can't truly relate to them. 

When I am in real trouble with my Daddy and I know I've disappointed him then it does effect me emotionally. I truly hate to let him down because he means so much to me and I am constantly seeking his approval. But I have *never* viewed my spankings as a negative for me or for us. It is a passion for both of us......we are spankos and we both have a very discernable discipline core to our spanko-ness. Quite simply......spanking and discipline is what we do. My most intense punishment spankings do effect me on an emotional level because I am struggling to get through the guilt or shame of my offense that precipitated the consequences.......but even so, every spanking I receive is a *positive* experience for me. 

Obviously our role play spankings, maintenance spankings, just-because spankings, etc are a double positive.......we are indulging in our kink, enjoying one another in our own special world and all without the burden of heavy emotions from knowing I've fallen short of my Doms expectations for me.......it's truly a win-win situation. Love it. :) 

My punishment spankings are a little different. The emotional baggage makes them more difficult for me. I hate to disappoint my Daddy. I don't like irritating him or annoying him or angering him either......but disappointing him is absolutely the worst feeling in this world. I have been my Daddy's girl for just under 2 years now so I know very well what he expects of me, what behavior is allowed and what consequences I will face if I fall short. Now any time I am in trouble, I know it immediately......as soon as I do or say something, I instantaneously know that I've crossed the line and am going to be in trouble.......I know it before I have even confessed to Daddy. Depending on the seriousness of the offense, my emotional reactions can run the gamete from simple regret to full-blown heavy guilt or shame. By the time I am held accountable and having to stand before my father on my weak, wobbly knees to answer for my misbehavior, we have spoken through what I did wrong, I've apologized multiple times and promised to learn from my mistakes and move forward doing better.........so the only thing left to do is to thoroughly punish me for my misdeeds to ensure the lesson sinks in, make certain I have tangible consequences to pay for what I did wrong, and provide the physical pain to guide me through the emotional turmoil in order for me to forgive myself and move forward knowing I am forgiven. So in a way.....my punishment spankings are actually a gift my Daddy gives to me. 

I am often harder on myself than Daddy is on me......that's not to say he is a pushover.....far from it......he is incredibly demanding and strict with me......but he is a reasonable man and most often has forgiven me for my naughtiness before he even spanks me. I, on the other hand, will continue the internal dialogue like a broken record, replaying the stupid choice I made and lecturing myself for being so poorly behaved when I do know better. My punishment spankings are long, hard, thorough, physically intense and at times quite severe. They serve the purposes of allowing my Daddy Dom to clearly express his discontent with my bad behavior in a very primal way that leaves no doubt in my mind as to who I belong to and ultimately will always have to answer to.....and it serves the purpose of granting me a road to redemption, a way to pay for my mistakes, a physical consequence to cleanse my mind of the emotional chastisement. A gift......my punishment spankings truly are a gift. 

I read other girls writing and see how they are in and stay in a negative mind space during their punishments.....I just can not seem to grasp that concept. 

Even when I am laying upended over my Daddy's capable lap, my bared bottom & thighs being soundly paddled by our wicked bath brush, hot salty tears rolling down my cheeks......I feel loved. 

When I am laying on the bed with my hips propped up by pillows, effectively raising my sore bottom & thighs up into the perfect position to be a clear target, looking back over my shoulder and locking my swollen teary eyes onto my father's dark brown orbs as he raises his strong left arm back over his shoulder and swings down with incredible force, searing lash after lash of that awful extension cord into my flesh as I struggle to maintain position......I feel loved.

The moments when I am standing in the center of the room with my jeans & panties entangled at my ankles, my hair a disheveled mess sticking to my tear-streaked face, eyeliner running down my cheeks, my bare bottom already ablaze from an hour or more of relentless spankings and OTK paddlings, my green eyes watching helplessly as my strict Daddy slowly rolls the sleeves up on his left arm as his dark expressive eyes silently convey an "I'm nowhere close to finished with your ass yet, young lady", then my body shakes and I plead with my puffy eyes as my ears hear the distinct sound of his belt buckle jingle as he reaches to unbuckle it and pull it free from its loops making an awful swooshing sound that sends chills up my spine and knots my stomach with regret, extending his strong muscular right arm to point me to the chair back or couch he wants me to bend over to present him his target as he holds the buckle in his strong left palm and wraps the thick leather around his hand a couple times leaving a good 3 feet dangling free and ready to rain down punishing strokes criss-crossing my already bruising ass & upper thighs with angry red welts as I sob out my remorse........I feel loved. 

Punishment spankings are painful.......physically and emotionally.......but they are never a negative experience for me. They're a gift and offer me a chance to feel like I've made amends and paid for my poor judgement or impulsive decisions. They're always an intense exchange between my Daddy and I that connect us in a way nothing else comes close to. Always a positive. It is a need that I have that my Daddy understands because his own needs are complimentary to my own. I need to be held accountable, I need to have tangible consequences, I need to be roughly taken in hand, harshly punished & put in my place.......my Daddy needs to lead, needs to guide, needs to teach, needs to discipline, needs to shake his naughty girl back to reality, needs to hold her accountable, needs to administer the serious & severe old-fashioned corporal punishment I deserve and crave. Completely complimentary needs, wants and desires........combined with a depth and level of connection, trust, love, respect and complete adoration........*ALWAYS* makes even my most intense punishment spankings a very positive experience. 

There is not much that comes close to making me feel as loved as I do when my Daddy takes me in hand. I always feel small when I am with my Daddy Dom.......and it is a very good sort of small. I feel loved, protected, safe if even from my own poor judgement, adored, cherished.......an amazingly good sort of small........a little girl in the presence of her profoundly strict but unwaveringly supportive & loving father. 

I am cherished........I am loved........I am *His*..........

And he spanks me til I know it!   :)


Wednesday, October 16, 2013

The Only Acceptable Answer



10/16/2013

So Mama Suzy sent me this pic she made the other day...........it really is kind of perfect..........and I knew my Daddy Dom would love it & agree with it 100%.........and my good girl submissive core also loves & agrees with it.

But my naughty girl defiant bratty side couldn't help but think of all of the *wrong* answers I've attempted to use when my Daddy has told me to do something over the past 2 years. :) 

Disclaimer: If you attempt to use any of these tid bits of bratty genius with your own Top, Dom, Master or Daddy.....you do so at your own risk.....I'm simply a stubborn, sassy Irish girl and I've had to learn a few things the hard way........and I PROMISE each of these replies earned me a "hard way" lesson. 

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WRONG ANSWERS

1. How about no Sir? Nope. Negative.

2. Aww that's cute, did you come up with that disciplinary nonsense all on your own?

3. Get the hell over it.

4. But Daddyyyyyy.........

5. You're freaking impossible!

6. Don't you start barking orders at me mister.....I ain't feeling overly submissive today.....in fact, I'm feeling kinda bitchy......lecture at your own risk!

7. That's hysterical! I mean it is a joke, right? It's so ridiculous, you can't possibly be serious. 

8. Are you retarded?

9. Who pissed in your Wheaties this morning?

10. Hmmm....let me think about that for a second.....yep, nope.....AIN'T HAPPENING!

11. Oh would you just shut the f#ck up, Sir?

12. I didn't ask your opinion; in fact I'm sweet & submissive enough to *give* you your opinion when I want it, Daddy. Okee dokee?

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ALL wrong answers........which in our relationship always leads to an incredibly sore bottom & thighs, lots of tears and a properly-punished contrite little girl apologizing to her very strict Daddy and giving him the *only* RIGHT answer:     

"Yes, Sir."



Thursday, October 10, 2013

Corrected, Contrite & Collared



*********DADDY HAD BEEN GONE FOR TWO WEEKS ON HIS ANNUAL FAMILY SUMMER VACATION. HE TOOK TWO DAYS AWAY TO COME HOME JUST TO SEE ME :) I'M SPOILED LIKE THAT AND I LOVE IT. I WAS FLATTERED AND EXCITED BUT ALSO NERVOUS BECAUSE I HAD TO BE PUNISHED FOR BEING A NAUGHTY LIL GIRL BY BEING MOUTHY TO MY DOM IN HIS ABSENCE......BIG NO NO. I WROTE THE PROLOGUE TO THIS SESSION (SWEET SURPRISE (PART #1) ABOUT A MONTH AGO, SO NOW SPENDING SOME DOWN TIME TO FINISH THIS ENTIRE SESSION SINCE I HAVE MORE PUNISHMENTS TO POST SOON AS WELL. ENJOY!***********

08/02/2013


I scrambled into the hotel room, discarding lunch and my implements as I texted Daddy our room number. Mere minutes later, a loud knock. My stomach sank as I approached the door. I opened and my Daddy rushed in, hugging me tightly to his chest. Oh how I l-o-v-e this mans hugs! He looked amazing.......a very nice tan taking hold in his short vacation absence so far and his smile melted me where I stood. Oh how I'd missed my Daddy. :)


"Hi Daddy." I sweetly greeted him.


He looked down at me with one of those 'don't even try the innocent act on me little girl' looks. He smiled briefly as he took my punishment list from my hand and finally greeted me, "Good morning darling daughter of mine. Go put your nose in that corner."


I stomped my foot in protest which got me a firm SWAT to my right thigh as I scurried off. I stood in the corner, shifting from foot to foot. I could hear Dad moving throughout the room, rearranging furniture I'm sure, selecting implements to punish me with. My stomach began to sink as his voice again echoed throughout the room. 


"Look at me, Natalie Lynn." I quickly spun on my heel, placing my back to the wall and watching as Daddy approached me quickly from across the room. His eyes were deep and expressive, set in that fim resolve they take on when he is preparing to take me to task for my bad behavior.


"Two quick issues we will discuss in unison. Both repeat offenses, we know I love repeating myself, don't we?" He quipped. I lowered my eyes as I responded softly, "No Sir."


His strong left hand wound in my hair and he quickly jerked my face up to again gain contact with my emerald eyes. My breath hitched in the back of my throat. I l-o-v-e when he is rough with me like this; it makes my head spin. I imagine it would turn me on just as much if he were to slap me across the face (in the right circumstance....if I had truly upset him enough to slap me, it would break my heart) ; his yanking my hair or pinning me in place is just such a primal demonstration of his physical strength, his dominance, his unquestioned power over me......I absolutely love it.......nothing quiets my mind any quicker and immediately fills me with excitement and wonder as when he is rough in his handling me. He held my eyes captive several moments before I got the nerve to address him. 


"Sir, may I speak freely?" I was careful to be respectful because I knew we genuinely disagreed with one of these offenses and I simply wanted to express my concerns/thoughts before simply being punished. We had, in all honesty, discussed this *many* times leading up to this moment.......there wasn't much else to be said, aside from another protest or whine-fest from me.


"Absolutely not! If I were you, I'd shut my smart little mouth, young lady." Dad barked harshly at me. His eyes narrowing at mine as my own began to tear up. I meekly acknowledged him, "Yes Sir. I'm sorry."


Dad wrapped my wrist inside his incredibly large hand and drug me behind him toward the couch. He sat and then directed me to my knees in front of him. I knelt quietly, submissively, reverently. His hands ran up and down the length of my hair again and again........clearly inspecting his property........he had given me permission just last week that I may be allowed to trim my hair a short bit. Though I'll never complain and *always* love when he runs his fingers through my long, thick, red hair and I'll always savor those moments, pressing my head into his touch, I knew very well that this attention was for the sole purpose of inspecting his property & determining if a punishment was warranted for going too far. After several minutes, he stopped inspecting and steadied his heavy hands on my shoulders, calling my eyes to his. 


I cautiously peered up at my Daddy, awaiting further instruction. 


"I think they took a bit too much in the length, don't you?" He asked quietly. I nodded and replied up to him, "Yes Daddy. I was worried it might be a little too short. I swear it wasn't intentional. I told my hairdresser that my Daddy didn't want it cut, he wanted it trimmed and I'd have hell to pay if she missed that mark." He smiled softly down at me, knowing full well that I absolutely did say that to the stranger attending to my hair at the salon that day. "Daddy I watched close and I paid attention and told her when enough was enough......it really looked great until she dried it and it pulled up some, shortening it more....and when I saw that I just cried. I'm sorry." 


A tear trickled down my cheek and Dad caught it with his thumb and flicked it off my face as he spoke gently to me, "You're not in trouble, I believe you. Your hair looks amazing and I love it just as much now as I did last month. It got a bit shorter than we planned, but lesson learned, it will grow back quickly and it is still gorgeous.....and still *Mine*. Clear?" Daddy reassured.


I smiled up at him and said, "Yes Sir, thank you." 


I knelt quietly as his feet watching intently as that dark wall began to rise in his expressive chocolate eyes, that sadistic flash that I can't ever seem to turn away from. To be quite honest, though it knots my stomach, it turns me on. I reached forward with my arms and locked them around his calves, hugging tight to him, knowing full well what was coming. 


"Now you listen to me carefully. I know that this is the first time we have ever disagreed with you being punished for an offense. I don't take that lightly, Natalie. I'd considered not even spanking you for this at all because I knew we disagreed. However, I listened to your explanation and thought it through for quite some time, Natalie Lynn, and I fully intend to punish you for it now and I'll tell you why. If we were new....if our relationship were in its infancy and the level of trust we've built was not here, I would never punish you for this for fear it would hurt what we have. But that isn't the case. You are my daughter, I am your Daddy and we have an amazing relationship. We've been together almost 2 years now and our foundation is incredibly strong. Do you agree?" He asked. 


I looked into his eyes as I confidently answered, "Yes Sir."


"You submit to me and to me alone.......I set boundaries to protect you, I hold you to high standards because you are MINE.......and quite frankly, I can. I agree with you that what you did by causing this worry to those who care for you was not intentional.......but it did happen. It could have been avoided and people you love, including me were scared to death for more than 18 hours not knowing where you were and having no way to contact you. I heard your explanation that you sent a preemptive email to lessen that worry but none of us got that message and thus we worried. You are a mother and you are MY little girl which means you don't have the luxury of not being reachable for almost an entire day, clear?" He lectured.


"Yes Sir, but I *did* try." I replied, regretting it as soon as it left my lips. 


"BUT? TRY?" He shouted and I slunk lower in my kneel. He grabbed my upper arm and yanked me to my feet in front of him. "Daddy I'm sorry." I quickly apologized. 


He yanked me to his left side and himself began to unbutton my jeans. I quickly went to help with the button but he harshly slapped my hands away. I stood there on my wobbly knees, feeling completely helpless having my Daddy removing my pants himself in preparation to spank me. Hot, salty tears began to tickle down my cheeks........I didn't want this spanking, I didn't agree with it, I didn't think I was wrong. Dad tugged my jeans and my panties to my ankles and then flipped me over his knees, lifting me into position and spacing his legs apart rendering me helplessly dangling above the floor now carpeted by my long, red hair.


"I know you don't feel you deserve this spanking. But I do. I hold you to high standards because I know you can meet them. There were other courses of action you could have taken to check in so we wouldn't worry, you chose not to, you chose easy and for that I am punishing you. Got it?" He scolded.


"Yes Sir." I answered back over my shoulder to him as I braced for my spanking. 


"And don't you EVER let me hear those words out of your mouth again. But?? The ONLY butt involved is this one I'm about to thoroughly blister for your carelessness and indignant attitude, little girl. And 'try'?? My daughter doesn't simply try.....she sets her mind to it and gets it done. Do you understand me?" He scolded. 


"Yes Daddy." I answered back over my shoulder as I sniffled feeling quite sorry for myself.


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Daddy wasted no time in lighting my little bottom on fire. I kicked my legs and struggled more than usual for me. Demonstrating my indignant mood in anyway I possible could.


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Daddy paddled me hard and fast with that small maple OTK paddle that my brother-in-law made us as a 'gift.' My tears fell consistently to my hair beneath my face but I wasn't making a peep........I was being stubborn, digging in my heels and not going to give my Dom the satisfaction of hearing my displeasure. Yes, I know, I was sort of being immature about this entire thing, but prior to this Daddy had never spanked me for anything we hadn't both agreed warranted one. In the grand scheme of things I knew it didn't matter because I have given Daddy that control over me and my behavior. I trust him and his judgement. If he sentences me to a spanking punishment, I will always submit to it......period. He is more than fair and I know that which only strengthens my resolve to submit. 

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"Stand up and go fetch my the bathbrush and vitamin E oil, young lady." Daddy directed as he swatted each sit spot harshly.        SLAP!  SLAP!

I quickly rushed to the dresser and brought back the oil and hairbrush to Daddy. I extended my hands to him and he just looked up at me, irritated. He rose to his feet and walked past me, grabbing his heaviest maple frat paddle as I realized my mistake and hurried to make it right. He grabbed my upper arm and spun my body, pressing me to his outstretched thigh as I apologized again and again.

"Daddy no please! I'm sorry. I wasn't paying attention. Please let me fix it, please dont paddle me pleaseeeeeee." I desperately begged. To no avail, his left arm brought down one powerful forceful paddle stroke after another as I squealed. 

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"Owwww Daddyyyyyy...." I squealed as my hand shot back to protect my burning bottom. "MOVE IT!" He commanded. I jumped as he yelled at me and temporarily lost my mind, pulling away from him and crawling up onto the bed, begging again and again. The look on his face was a mixture of complete shock and a man preparing to meet a challenge. He quickly approached me where I huddled on the bed and quickly untied my body knot, laying me flat, pinning my body to the bed, my hands to the small of my back as he retrieved his heaviest paddle again in his strong left hand. 

"YOU know better!" He admonished. I had *never* pulled away from my Dad when he was punishing me....I'd never run from him.....he was *not* happy at all with my little protest. His arm swung down that wicked paddle in full force swats.......if I'd thought I was sorry before, I was definitely a sorry girl now.

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Daddy set the heavy paddle on the bedside table and spoke quietly but firmly to me as he returned to the couch and sat down. "Bring me our bathbrush and vitamin E oil, Natalie Lynn."

I slid off the bed, fighting the urge to sooth my absolutely burning bottom and thighs. Every move stretched my skin tighter and made walking uncomfortable. Tears cascaded down my face consistently. I slowly approached him and handed him the oil and the bathbrush from my shaky hands as I again knelt in front of him. Kneeling in front of my Daddy always seems to quiet my chaotic little mind. My breathing slowed and I finally gazed up into his eyes as I spoke, "I'm sorry I didn't pay attention, Sir." He smiled down at me, "I know."

His eyes pinned me in my place, kneeling quietly at his feet. I was still surprised at myself for pulling away and searching for the words to apologize for that seemed impossible as I gazed up contritely into my Daddy's gorgeous brown eyes. I finally spoke, softly, meekly up to him as I sobbed, "Daddy I don't know what came over me. I'm so sorry for pulling away from you. I know better and I'm incredibly sorry." He studied my face for a few moments before responding softly, "I knew you were sorry the minute you did it. And I know it wont happen again, am I right?" I shook my head as I quickly answered, "No Sir, never."

"Now small lesson #2, related to lesson #1......only difference being you do agree that you deserve this punishment, correct? Tell me why." Dad ordered firmly. "When I came back in contact after you'd all been worried, I got defensive and was a bitch to all of you when I should have been more empathetic and realized what I had unintentionally put you all through and apologized. I didn't have to be a bitch to you all and I'm sorry for that, Daddy." 

"Good girl. That made me proud of you. I hadn't even had to mention this to you before you were asking me the very next morning to whip you for it. That shows me that you do get it and you do take what I am teaching you to heart. You do want to be better and you're beginning to hold yourself to the same high standard I hold you to myself. That made me a very, very proud Daddy." He spoke gently to me, his left hand caressing my tear-streaked face. "Now, ask me again." He directed.

I looked up fully into my Daddy's gorgeous eyes and blinked back the tears from my paddling as I addressed him, "Daddy I'm so sorry for worrying any of you and I did deserve that spanking, thank you for punishing me. But Sir I was a bitch to all of you and you'd done nothing wrong, you only worried......worry I caused. I shouldn't have been defensive, but I absolutely should not have been a bitch to any of you guys. I am so so sorry for how I behaved, Sir. Daddy.......please spank me." My face felt hot, my cue I was blushing furiously. 

Daddy leaned forward, resting his elbows on his kneecaps, getting literally inches from me as he spoke again, "Ask again. How do you deserve to be spanked? How do I spank my little girl when she is naughty?" He asked, his eyes flashing and his sadistic lips curving into a wry smile.

I took a deep breath and again spoke, "Daddy I was a very naughty little girl and I deserve to be spanked for being a bitch to all of you. I deserve a long, hard spanking on my naughty bare bottom. Daddy please punish me and teach me to behave better. Please paddle my bottom and thighs with that brush until I can't sit down anymore." I practically whimpered up to him. 

He leaned in closer and kissed my forehead before circling my wrist in his hand and guiding me first to my feet and then down over his capable lap. He sat back in the couch so as I lay over his knee, my face didn't dangle, it was resting on the top of the couch and my wiggling feet on the foot of the couch. 

"Get comfortable, young lady. You are my Irish bitch....no one else's.....and you're not allowed to share that with anyone else without my explicit permission. My daughter knows better and can control her temper. When she doesn't, she gets her naughty bottom paddled good, long and hard over her daddy's knee. So get comfortable, you're going to be here for a while.......until, how did you phrase it exactly? Until you can't sit down anymore......yep, that's going to be a while.......a labor of love, my dear." Dad warned.

I felt the warm, wet liquid as Daddy began applying oil to my sore, paddled cheeks. He massaged and kneaded hard making me wince, still sore from his heavy impromptu paddling. I savored his touch.......knowing all too soon it would end and a new inferno would ignite my poor bottom and thighs. 

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"Owww Daddyyyy." I squealed out as he peppered my moistened skin with that awful oak bathbrush of ours. It stung like mad. 

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I balled my fists in the couch cushions and cried as he paddled my bared bottom fastly and furiously. All he had to do was quickly flick his wrist and the sting emitted to my wet skin was incredible. The bathbrush is a heavy, solid oak that packs an enormous punch. Just a couple dozen well-placed swats with it will typically see me squirming and begging for mercy........and my Dom *never* stops at just a couple dozen swats.....EVER!

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"Daddyyyy I'm sorryyyyyy." I cried out to him. 

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"Pleasseee stop Sir, it hurtsssss soooo bad pleassseee." I squealed as I threw my left hand back to try in vain to protect my burning bottom from his constant assault. 

"It is supposed to hurt, Natalie Lynn. You chose to unleash your mouth and be a defensive, condescending bitch to me and the rest of your family when we were simply concerned for you. I've raised you better than that. Your poor choice has consequences and those consequences are administered over my knee; if it hurts that bad, stop acting like a bitch." He scolded as he snatched my left hand away from my smoking hot bottom with his right hand, securely pinning it to my lower back as he turned his disciplinary attention far lower..........relentlessly paddling the backs of my thighs all the way to the back of my knees and back up to my fleshy sit spots for breaking the rule about trying to protect my bottom during punishment. 

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Daddy laid the brush on the small of my back and slowly began to skim his strong left hand over the dark oval splotches left behind by that evil bathbrush. I cried hard as I lay over my father's knee, my bottom and thighs absolutely miserable. His right hand still held my left by the wrist to my lower back where he had pinned it mid-spanking. Daddy's hands are large, strong "spanker's hands"........he easily encircles my entire wrist inside of his hand........I thinks 'paws' would be a more accurate description of my Dad's hands. :) 

He slowly began to massage more vitamin E oil into my punished skin as I lay draped over his capable lap sobbing incoherently. He would knead firmly causing me to flinch and then very lightly run his fingertips across my skin. I began to slow my crying to gentle sobs and raise my bottom slightly to meet his tender touch. I could happily lay over my Daddy's knee all day long as he alternated between harsh spanking and firm but gentle caresses. His touch sends me deep into my own little corner of subspace. Daddy released my wrist as he continued to massage my aching bottom and thighs; and my newly freed hand fell immediately in front of the couch and took hold of his calve. This has very quickly become one of my all-time favorite pre, during and post spanking positions........me lying over my father's lap, my hair cascading beneath my face, Dad's right arm locked around my waist, his left tending to my naughty bottom and my own hand securely clinging to my father's calve or ankle. It's a very reassuring feeling and simply adds to the intimacy of the traditional over-the-knee punishment position for me. 

"I want you to go put your nose back in that corner, young lady." Dad softly ordered. I slowly rose from his lap and gingerly headed off toward the corner, still sobbing; my skin stretching taut with every movement. I reached the corner and interlocked my fingers behind my head, placing my elbows on the wall like Daddy likes me to do when I'm in the corner so I don't reach to rub my burning bottom.

I stood there several minutes as my breathing slowed and my sobs finally ceased. The room was quiet except for the humming of the air conditioner running next to me. I closed my puffy eyes and stood still. I had no idea where in the room my father was but I could feel his eyes on me. I smiled and pressed my bottom up and out to meet his gaze, relishing in the subconscious feel of his eyes on my body. The intensity of moments like this makes my heart race; I absolutely adore that my Dom and I are connected at a level so deep that I can literally feel when his eyes are on me.

A few moments passed and I no longer felt Daddy's eyes on me; nor could I hear him. My curiosity got the best of me and against my better judgement, I turned to look over my shoulder to see where he was and what he was doing. The moment I saw him, his eyes shot to mine and pinned me with an icy penetrating glare. He discarded the paper he had in his hand on the table next to the couch and quickly approached me. I stood frozen watching him close the distance between us and taking in the sight of him.....my Daddy is kind of gorgeous. Tall, athletic, broad shoulders, dominant jaw line, chocolate brown expressive eyes, chiseled biceps & forearms, long & muscular legs........the man is incredibly attractive.

As he reached me, I quickly attempted to lower my eyes submissively and return my face to the corner but he quickly entwined his right hand in my long, flowing hair and jerked my face back up to his. His eyes burnt right through me as he leaned in to speak into my ear in that deep, hushed tone that sends chills up my spine.

"First you talk back to me, then you run from me, next you cover your bottom and now you refuse to follow an instruction as simple as facing a corner?" He questioned, agitation clinging to his every word. He was right and I didn't have an answer or explanation to give him and before I could apologize, he spoke again, "And to think I had planned to place my collar on your disobedient little neck today."

My eyes quickly shot to his, pleadingly. He met my gaze and narrowed his dark, sadistic eyes at mine. I retracted mine immediately and lowered them as they welled with unshed tears of disappointment. His hand still entangled in my hair, he led me across the room to the bed and sat me on the corner of it before walking toward the desk himself. After taking a drink of his water, he returned to the end table and picked up the paper he had previously discarded and brought it to me, thrusting it into my hand and then returning to the desk and sitting on its top as he glared at me.

"Since you're so damn curious, little girl.......that is what I was reading. Go ahead and read through that list for me." He snapped.

I scanned the list and tears slowly spilled over my lids and trickled down my cheeks. The piece of paper I held in my hand contained the evidence of the only truly serious offense I was to be punished for today.........my blatant disrespect toward my Dom. My stomach sank as each phrase came back to me in a blur; ignorant things said in the heat of the moment, disrespectful retorts, words spoken under my breath, snippy remarks sent via instant messenger when I was pissed off. I wouldn't have *ever* said any of these things to his face but I knew I shouldn't have ever said them to begin with, regardless of my mood. I've made a comment here or there in the past that has come across as disrespectful and I've regretted each one and been punished for them.........the seriousness of this collective list was heightened by the fact that I had said every single one of these things to my Daddy within a 48 hour period of time a few weeks ago. Yes, circumstances were difficult and my mood was horrible at the time.........but I knew better and there is NEVER any justification for the things I had said to him.......period.

"Read it, Natalie Lynn." He demanded. I softly sobbed and hesitantly raised my eyes to lock onto his as I meekly spoke, "Please." My voice was shaky and trailed off after just that one word; I didn't want to have to say any of this to him, I was so disgusted and ashamed of myself.

"What's wrong little girl? You didn't seem to have any problem at all saying all of it on the phone a few weeks back. It didn't bother you or give you pause to type it to me then. Why wouldn't you want to say those things to my face? Am I a little more intimidating 5 feet from you than on the phone? Are you afraid I might slap you? Not funny any more, is it? Do you only respect me in person?" He shot off one question after the next, giving me no time to answer any of them; but again I knew they were rhetorical and not one of them required a response. I hung my head and just cried; I was so sorry and I absolutely hate when he speaks to me with this detached tone of voice.

Daddy approached me and snatched the piece of paper from my hand, looking at it closely before holding it just inches in front of my face and skimming over the entries, "Shut up? Fuck off? You'll get the hell over it? I didn't ask your opinion? Oh fucking well? Fuck yourself?"

I cringed at every phrase he uttered. I'll never be used to hearing him curse.......but I hated hearing him read this knowing each was something I had said to him in anger.......I was so angry at myself.......I know better.......this is my Daddy........my Dom.........the man I respect more than anyone else in this world.........how could I have ever spoken to him like this???

Dad was clearly as disgusted as I was and after reading through the entries, he balled the paper up in his fist and threw it against the wall before returning to the desk as I sat on the edge of the bed in tears of regret.

The sun shining through the window hit me straight in the eyes and before even thinking, I simply stood up and walked over to the couch and sat down. It hadn't even really registered in my mind what I had just done until I was startled by my father's booming voice as he shouted at me, causing my entire body to jump.

"WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING, NATALIE LYNN?" He yelled as he glared at me in disbelief.

I froze.......shocked at myself.......melting under his penetrating stare.......unsure of whether I should return to the bed or stay where I was or fall to my knees and beg him to forgive me. I could not believe I was being so mindless......so carefree......in the middle of a punishment.......the most serious part of this punishment, no less. What was I thinking? Apparently not enough about my predicament.....that's for sure.

Dad approached me slowly but with a resolve in his body and determination on his face that I'm not certain I'd seen before this moment. He stopped just short of me and extended his left hand as he glared at me. I cautiously placed my own hand into his and he very abruptly and forcefully yanked me up from where I'd sat. I was surprised at his strength, I nearly fell into him. He steadied me directly in front of him and just glared.

"I'm so so so sorry Sir. The s-s-sun was in my, my eyes and I um, I uh..." I hurriedly tried to explain myself. He raised his left hand and I bit my bottom lip, expecting to be slapped but he simply pressed his index finger to my trembling lips and he held my eyes captive. A chill shot down my spine and my heart beat rapidly inside of my chest.

"Your mind is clearly somewhere else. It sure as hell isn't in this room with me right now. I hope it isn't too far away or this is going to be one long and extremely painful day for you, little girl, because I fully intend to whip your ass until your senses return to you. Take those jeans off and get your ass up over those pillows now." He growled in a deep and low tone right beside my ear causing my knees to nearly buckle as my body shook.

"Yes Sir." I quietly acquiesced as I quickly stepped out of my jeans, folding them neatly and laying them on the dresser before crawling up onto the bed and positioning my hips high up over the stack of pillows he had centered on the bed.

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The room erupted in popping as he lit into my sore bottom with our heavy strap. The thick leather bit into my flesh at a fast and furious pace. My breathing was ragged and my feet beat wildly against the bed as I clutched the pillow at my face tightly.

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Daddy didn't say one more word to me. His strap conveyed his displeasure with my disrespectful remarks to him from the weeks prior as well as his discontent with my mindless behavior during this punishment session. He paced from one side of the bed to the other whipping me harshly. The heavy strap wrapped around each hip as it danced all over my bare bottom and thighs. He would spend several minutes applying swat after searing swat to the exact same spot with surgeon-like precision causing me to squeal out before moving to give another area the same treatment. My tender, fleshy sit spots seemed to be his favorite target with that wicked strap. 

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daddy kept his word, he strapped me until I regained my senses.........though I prayed repetitively that I'd temporarily lose my sense of touch as that horrible strap whipped my bottom and thighs mercilessly. If my Dom has one skill superior to all others in the art of discipline, it is definitely strapping a girl's bottom raw. 

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I didn't bother to cry out my remorse; I simply held tightly to the pillow and cried into it. Daddy seemed to only find more upper body strength as the strapping proceeded. I can not ever recall being whipped so hard for such a long period of time. Don't get me wrong, I more than deserved it, but I was almost taken back by his stamina........apparently my Dom had been benching weights during his vacation. :)  My bottom and thighs ached so deeply and that damn leather continued to fall again and again.

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My feet finally stopped flailing and I laid completely still, fully submitting to the balance of my whipping as I sobbed into the blankets. Hot, salty tears soaking the pillow beneath my face as my Daddy strapped my naughty bottom hard.

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The strap finally fell to the bed, next to my face and I felt the bed dip as my Dad sat next to my shaking body and gently began to massage lotion into my burning flesh. He took his time kneading the bruising and welted skin and I sobbed but savored his touch despite it aching. After several long moments of him tending to my well whipped bottom and thighs, he called me to him.

"Come here, Natalie Lynn." His deep, resounding voice pulling me to the present from its happy little corner of subspace. I slowly crawled across the bed toward him, his using my middle name causing hesitance. As I reached him, I cautiously peered up at him through my puffy, green eyes and he reached for me, enveloping me in his strong arms as he pulled me onto his lap and cradled me to his chest. I balled my fists tightly in his shirt and rested my head in the crook of his shoulder and neck as I sobbed. He ran his hands down the length of my hair as he rocked me, his steady heartbeat slowing my own and silencing my sobs. I laid in his arms for probably close to 20 minutes as he sat on the edge of the bed just holding me tight, rubbing my back, running his fingers through my hair, cupping my incredibly sore bottom. I love when my Dad holds me like this; I feel insanely small but in an amazingly good way........a very loved and protected sort of small.......a little girl in her father's strong arms.......loved enough to be held accountable......loved enough to be punished.......loved and cared for and cherished.......a Daddy's girl through and through. 

"Kneel in front of me, young lady." Daddy firmly ordered. I slowly slid off of his lap and did as I was told. He stood and disappeared from my sight for a moment and rustled with a bag somewhere behind me before returning and sitting in front of me again. He gathered my long red hair at the nape of my neck and tied it. My eyes lit up immediately and shot up to meet his. He smiled softly down at me and dangled a beautiful leather collar from his left hand. Fresh tears again filled my eyes as I smiled up at him. 

"I think a year and a half is more than enough, don't you?" He asked playfully. I nodded my head yes and softly answered up to him, "Yes Sir." 

He tested the length three times before having to place another hole in the collar for it to fit snugly as my neck was too small. I watched him intently and couldn't wait for it to be placed around my neck. Once he was certain he had the length right he looked very firmly down at me as I knelt before him, the collar in his left hand as he spoke to me.

"Do you know how many girls in my 30 years of being of a Dom have *ever* worn my collar around their necks?" He asked. I shook my head no as his dark, chocolate eyes narrowed at mine. He held up his right hand in front of my face and made a zero with his thumb and index finger. I smiled and a tear escaped my eye and began to cascade down my cheek. Daddy reached forward and swiped the tear away with his thumb as he smiled down at me and spoke the number aloud, "Zero." 

"Who's little girl are you, Natalie Lynn?" He asked firmly. I held his gaze as I confidently answered up to him, "I am your girl, Sir." He nodded his head slightly and then held the collar out by the buckle and gestured for me. I raised my slightly on my knees and submissively lowered my eyes to him, presenting to him my neck as he gently placed the collar around it and securely fastened it, ensuring it was snug and turning the buckle to the front. Tears slowly streamed down my cheeks and an overwhelming sense of pride overcame me as I smiled. After adjusting it as he wanted it to sit, he cupped my chin in his strong left hand and raised my face to his, staring intently into my emerald eyes and uttering one simple, perfect, all-encompassing word:  

"MINE."

Tuesday, October 8, 2013

A Daddy Dom


October  2013


When my sister showed me this today, I simply had to share it. I've read it time and again, and am so amazed at how completely true this statement is. 

I had *never* sought out a 'Daddy Dom'.....never. Ageplay isn't my thing and I just assumed that as a grown woman, I didn't need a 'Daddy.' It is something I had never had in my life anyway, a father; and I figured if I had made it to 26 without one, then I certainly didn't need one now. Right? 

When I met the man I now very endearingly refer to as my Daddy, I sought simply a disciplinarian. I am a spanko girl and craved that need to again be met. I also realized that I had several aspects of my life and bad habits that I truly needed and wanted to change but I lacked the self discipline to make those changes on my own. I knew I needed a strict, unwavering man to set boundaries for me, hold me accountable and harshly punish me with tangible consequences when I fell short. I wanted, needed and sought a disciplinarian. 

I had hoped that if I found such a man, that he would become a friend over time. And in my greedy little mind, I hoped he was a naturally Dominant man who would not only spank me but could also captivate me with an amazing mindfuck because I have a submissive streak inside of me that longed to relinquish control & power to a capable man. In my life I wear many hats & in most every facet of life I am the one in absolute control......but the freedom that I crave, lies in complete power exchange. Developing the level of trust required for power exchange is no easy feat, so I didn't hold my breath thinking I'd find that connection. 

Enter February 2012. By chance I found a man that at first glance seemed to fit the bill of what I was seeking in a partner for D/s and discipline spanking.

Professor met every single one of the 'wants' on my wish list. He very quickly earned my respect, my trust and my absolute submission. He became a very close friend to me. As time went on, I grew even closer to him and truly admired the man for everything he was, everything he was not and everything he was helping me to become. He made me happy on a level I hadn't ever experienced before. He met needs that I either had never consciously realized I had or perhaps had just refused to accept I had. 

I had never had a father. And insisted I never needed or wanted one. But as our relationship continued to strengthen, it began to morph into what we have now. I realized that I did and do need a father. The little girl inside of me longed for a Daddy. The guidance, the discipline, the support, the genuine care, the unconditional love. I *needed* a Daddy and I had found him in the man entrusted with my discipline; my Professor *is* my Daddy. 

I have had prior D/s or spanking relationships; but I had never experienced the depth of connection with a partner that I have with my Daddy. Some prior spanking partners & I still talk to one another as friends, but our relationships were never at the level of intimacy, openness and true love that I have now with my Daddy Dom. It is hard to explain but I have come to love this man on a level I could never have dreamed possible. In every way aside from biology, this man is my Daddy and I am *His* little girl....and I love that. 

I had never sought out or even contemplated having a 'Daddy Dom'. I've had some satisfying spanking relationships before; but nothing that could compare to this level of intimacy, trust, compatibility, respect, adoration & love. Our dynamic is absolutely phenomenal. 

I am now a very happy & very well-spanked Daddy's girl.......and I wouldn't change that for anything in the world.......I am incredibly happy belonging to my Daddy........Forever!



Monday, October 7, 2013

Pieces of My Puzzle



10/06/2013

I am a complex ball of chaos. Many facets make up the woman that I am. Like most people, I have several distinct "me's". And each part of who I am is like a piece to my puzzle. I'm an ever-changing puzzle that has never quite been put together yet. Old pieces wither away, new pieces constantly appearing. 

Fences on my playground......that's what Daddy calls the rules he sets for me. 

He isn't an overbearing micromanager of a Dom. He doesn't get off on exerting power over me just for the sake of doing so. Every rule he sets for me is well thought out. Every mandate he gives me to obey is something he has considered the pros & cons of. He has never given me an endless list of rules as some Doms might. I have no bedtime, I have a very loosely controlled budget, etc. Any time Daddy gives me a rule, I know in my heart that he has set the boundary for my own good. He is teaching me, guiding me, molding me into a happy & successful young woman that we can both be proud of. 

Daddy connects with me on every level of who I am and he understand me like me no one else could or ever has. The depth of our connection is truly phenomenal. 

He speaks to the very core of who I am. 

A part of me is still a little girl in many ways.....I love bubbles, I can't resist the urge to follow butterflies, I am distracted by shiny objects......a part of me is a little girl, he understands that and has made me *His* little girl. 

A part of me is a reckless teenager.......I drive cars like I've just stolen them, I will take insane risks without regard for consequence, I buck authority at every turn.......a part of me is a carefree teenager, he understands this and adopted me as *His* wayward little teenage brat. 

A part of me is a grown woman.......I am intellectual, independent, a control freak, proactive in my responsibilities........I am a passionate woman, he knows this and embraces the 'adult' me as *His* as well.

My needs vary as my moods do, sometimes as quickly as the tides change. And somehow, my Daddy always knows what my needs are and is always ready to meet them. He instinctively knows which hat to don for the job. 

At times I need my Daddy's unconditional love and nurturing demeanor. I need a pep talk to pick me up. I feel small with my Dad, protected, truly loved. When the "monsters" of life overwhelm me, he will hold me in his strong arms and shield me from it all for a while. 

Other times I need my father's strict, unwavering, disciplinarian side to whip my ass back into line. I need a no-nonsense scolding to shake me back to reality. I need to test that authority & see if he will bend.....he never has and that provides me an indescribable level of reassurance.

At times I need my best friend to listen to my sports rants, political discontent, parenting dilemmas. I need advice, I need direction, I need an anchor.....my Daddy is my compass. 

Some days I'm simply a spank-horny pain slut and need my overwhelmingly dominant, all-business, sadistic Dom to punish me harshly, to inflict the pain I crave, to test & push past my limits in order to quiet my chaotic mind and provide me that sweet escape into subspace, lost in that intoxicating bliss knowing that he is in complete control and I exist in that moment solely for his pleasure. 

I am complex; I think most human beings are. My moods change, my thought processes change, my wants change, my desires change, my needs change.........the one thing that is a constant in my life.......the one thing that has *never* changed, is my Daddy Dom's intuition, skill & ability to meet me on every level of who I am and truly satisfy every need that I have as *His* submissive. 

Whether it is the Daddy's girl little me, the abrasive defiant adolescent me, or the grown independent adult me........my Dom is always aware of which piece of my puzzle he is currently mastering and I absolutely adore this man's ability to meet me on my many levels and satisfy my ever-changing needs. 




Sunday, October 6, 2013

Light At The End of The Tunnel




10/06/2013

The difficult, strenuous and quite frankly exasperating circumstances continue to invade my life, my thoughts, my peace of mind. Just when I feel I have resolved one situation, something just as irritating seems to pop up requiring my focus & attention. It's truly never-ending at times. 


Though these issues have truly only been in the forefront for a few months, it can seem some days like it has been a lifetime of struggling with this. It almost feels impossible at times to remain optimistic and focused. 


I know very few of you (my Blogger friends/family) know to what I am referring; and I apologize that the majority of you have no context as to what I am talking about but it isn't a topic I can truly divulge here. I apologize for that and perhaps when it is all concluded, I may be able to offer more details, but for now I'll simply share my vague thoughts. 


I feel weak right now. I can't believe I just typed that phrase. Weak.......it is not a word, feeling, state of being or emotion that I am very familiar with. I'm a strong girl, I've always been a strong girl. Even against seemingly insurmountable odds, I have always found my strength. But right now, I simply feel worn out, run down, overwhelmed and yes, weak. 


My sanity has remained my absolutely amazing Daddy Dom. I actually just got off of the phone with him.  :)  He truly is phenomenal and can always somehow brighten my day. Even when my world seems to be crumbling all around me, his deep, steady, silky-smooth voice can calm me like nothing else. I love that and I love Him. Throughout every single step of this chaotic mess, he has always been there for me. At the end of every day, I know he has my back. As I wake each morning, I smile knowing I am *His* little girl. His strength truly has been my own recently. I've been overwhelmed and felt like giving up or throwing in the towel, and it is my Daddy that stops me. I dangle helplessly from that cliff of helplessness and from seemingly thin air, his strong hand appears, reaching out for mine and pulling me back to Him.....back to safety....back to a measurable amount of sanity. His never-ending support and unwavering, unconditional love for me is truly the most amazing gift I have ever received. 


I am anxious for the day that "normal" is restored to my life and all of the chaos disappears; but until that day comes, I know that no matter how difficult things may be or how hopeless I may feel, I *always* have a light at the end of my tunnel.......and it is now, has been for 2 years, and will continue to be for the rest of my life.........*my* Daddy. 


When life gives me more than I can stand........I will simply kneel.