Naughty Irish Imp

Naughty Irish Imp

Thursday, August 28, 2014


August 29,2014

I adore the satisfaction, pride & inner peace the knowledge of my being bound provokes and stirs inside of me.

Being bound by my Dom, whether figuratively or literally, is intoxicatingly freeing to me.

My Daddy has never "had" to resort to restraints or physically subdue me in order to inflict punishment, those are simply delicious additions in his arsenal for when he would like to play with them, as he knows it is his mind that has taken me captive.

A penetrating, icy glare.....

A low, rigid verbal chastisement.....

A determined physical cue (body language).....

That is all that has ever been 'required' to gain my immediate acquiescence.

Naturally, the leather, handcuffs, blindfolds, rope & knots are welcome extras.....but never needed.

It is his mind that holds me captive, bound.

It is his very presence that commands my full attention.

It is his voice that holds me.

It is his eyes that pull me to him.

It is his touch that tames me. Lulls me. Melts me. Owns me.

Our foundation, the trust, the respect, the admiration, the adoration, the connection, the chemistry.......that is all so much stronger than any physical bondage will ever be.

Sunday, August 24, 2014

Dom Detox Is Over!



My Daddy is coming home today!

His annual family vacation has drawn to a close and he is en route, as I type this, back home and closer to his redheaded little girl.

I missed him so much, I can not even tell you.

I had daily contact via sporadic instant messaging. And I received about 2 phone calls a week.....though I missed a couple. It was like some sort of cruel form of Dom detox......and I probably pouted a lot. :)

But, I have survived another year and now I have him home with me again for another 11 months. Happy little daddy's girl!

I can not wait to see him. He always looks amazing when he returns from his vacation. A perfect tan....muscular arms even toner from constant physical labor....a huge smile that melts me....and a warm, inviting embrace. Yum....can not wait!

Oh and contrary to popular belief.....minus a handful of teeny tiny issues, I behaved like an angel this year in his absence.....not one single entry on my Punishment List. Yay!

Happy Daddy = Happy Imp.  :)

Saturday, August 16, 2014

Pre-Punishment Mind Fuck

This is so totally me when I am waiting to be spanked.
I am always ready for Daddy long before our scheduled meeting time, since the one time I was late & introduced him to "Natalie time" and he introduced me to the consequences for wasting his time.
So now, and for the last couple of years, any time we are to meet for a punishment session, I am ready with more than an hour to spare.
I pace around the room nervously, peeking out the curtains every couple minutes to see if he has arrived, even if I know he won't be for another half hour or better. Every time I hear a car door, I jump and check the window again. I play with the television, my cell phone, the A/C....anything to distract myself, though it rarely works.
I read and re-read my current Punishment List multiple times and cringe at the thought of having to explain each offense as I look up into his dark, penetrating, chocolate brown eyes. Any time I have a repeat offense on the list, the panic is ten fold because I know my pending punishment will be far more severe if I am making my Daddy repeat a previous lesson to me.
I nervously pick up each implement of our collection and run it across my hand as my mind drifts back to the last time I felt it connect with my naughty, unprotected bottom. I wonder what implements of our collection he may be bringing along with him this time, or what new implements he may have acquired since our last session.
I chew the corner of my bottom lip incessantly and pace some more as the nervous anxiety builds in the pit of my stomach, my heart pounds inside of my ribcage, that lump appears at the back of my throat, my ass & thighs tingle in anticipation, my eyes well with unshed tears, and my mouth feels suddenly dry.
I rehearse my defenses in front of the mirror, though I know I will never end up utilizing them. Funny, I always put so much time and effort into making sense of my misbehavior ahead of time but when I am standing there on my wobbly knees with my pants at my ankles and I have the opportunity to try to justify my actions, I have nothing to say for myself.
I mindlessly twirl locks of my long red hair around my fingers like a dumb high school girl. I call or text a friend. I send Daddy several "I love you" messages. I make sure everything is clean, orderly, neat. I make sure Daddy has a cold Diet Coke & bottle of water waiting for him on his desk beside my Punishment List.
 And finally after exhausting myself with worry, nervous energy expenditure, and preparations......I sit quietly on the corner of the bed and simply wait for my Daddy to arrive and met out the consequences I am due. Some times I bury my face in a pillow and scream. Other times I sit stoically holding a paddle or strap and slowly running my hand over it as I pout & ponder.
Daddy knows I go through this, we have discussed it many times. He most always mandates I arrive first so that I have this time of anxiety build up prior to his arrival. Occasionally he will send me a text or two that exacerbate my nerves, such as: "I will see you soon, young lady." or "I love you too, but sucking up won't save your ass, little girl." But most of the time he goes completely quiet & says nothing to me until I hear his knock on the door & my mind drowns in panic. His inner sadist enjoys this a little too Daddy Dom has completely mastered the art of the pre-punishment mind fuck.

Wednesday, August 13, 2014

Public or Witnessed Punishment


One of my regular blog readers emailed me yesterday and asked me the following:

"Is public exposure/humiliation part of the kink for you? Have you ever been punished publicly?"     --- angel

I know I have touched on public elements of my discipline in passing in various posts here on my blog, but I guess I'd never written a substantial post regarding it, so here you go. :)

Yes, to some degree, public exposure/humiliation is a trigger for me in the kink. And, yes, I have been punished in public places or in front of others.

In a former relationship (my marriage to the Marine) I was spanked in public a handful of of those times is actually the most popular post on this entire blog, though it was many years ago.

In my relationship now, with my Daddy Dom, a few incidents stick out in my mind. I have been caned in his office, on a large campus, with the windows open and construction crews right outside. I have been scolded & threatened with my looming spanking in a hotel hallway in front of housekeeping. Many, many times I have been paddled with housekeeping in the room right next to us; and once other hotel guests who were giggling like giddy school girls as they listened to my punishment.

I have also been punished alongside my girlfriend in a semi-real/semi-role play scene we did with Daddy a couple years back (that story is also on this blog).

Aside from this, Daddy many times has had me text various people or call them during my punishment sessions. He has taken pictures of me in scene and directed me to send them to select people as well.

So, to answer your question(s), yes and yes.

The public "ousting" or exposure adds an element that I absolutely love and hate at the same time. Something about being scolded like a little girl in front of people (whether I know them or not) is embarrassing and liberating at the same time.

Most of the people in my 'real' world would *never* even contemplate the notion of my submissive would completely boggle their minds. And wherein most circumstances and with any other person, I would absolutely retort to any sort of attempted lecture, with my Daddy Dom it is completely the opposite. As I look up into his steely eyes and his voice invades my body, I can think of absolutely nothing aside from pleasing him. I would never even consider a smart-ass remark to his lecture. I am instantaneously transformed from an outspoken, confident, domineering woman into a small, nervous, guilty little girl. To be quite honest, it is intoxicating.

It is often not until long afterwards that the public element hits me or resonates. When it is happening, I am focused on nothing aside from my Dom. It is in the hours afterward, as I lay quietly in my bed alone, his marks lovingly adorning my body, the pain in my ass & thighs lingering that I recall there were or may have been 'witnesses' to my plight. And for some strange reason, that thought often turns me on.

Though I can't say I am entirely a "humiliation masochist", in that I mean I am not turned on often by the thought of being degraded for no reason at all, I am turned on by the threat, prospect or reality of others witnessing my well-deserved punishments.

Tuesday, August 12, 2014

Not Always


When I stumbled upon this, I smiled and my naughty little spank-horny mind drifted off to my Daddy's office, a few years back when I got a "good girl/just because" caning on campus.

Spankings are not always punishment.

They can be utilized as such, and in our relationship that is the most common form they come in. But, there are many reasons for a spanking and some of the best spankings are for absolutely no reason at all. :)

I quite like having my ass spanked. I adore the intimacy and closeness of the traditional OTK position and his hand against my bare skin turns me on like nothing else. I crave the nervous anxiety that builds in the pit of my stomach as I slowly stack pillows in the center of a bed or he slides his fingers between my panties and skin as he yanks them down to my knees. I can easily lose myself in the rhythmic swatting increasing in intensity on my bare upturned bottom & thighs, the sounds of my spanking echoing off the walls around me, knowing that my Dom is enjoying this just as much as I am.

Naturally some (most) spankings are punishment or disciplinary in nature. But they can also be simply role play. Or maintenance. Or a good girl spanking. Or a just because there's nothing better on television spanking. Or a day that ends in Y spanking.

There is never a bad time for a good, sound spanking. :)

Sunday, August 10, 2014

What Is a Daddy Dom?


***Well written and close to flawless in accuracy; I am re-blogging this from a post that little wrote on the topic. The original writing is by FetLife's WizarDavid an was published first by Sunny Megatron. This is an explanation she came across and I loved it's detailed explanation & honesty. Hit the nail on the I ha to share it here too. Enjoy!***


Just what is a Daddy Dom?
Well, to start with, a Daddy Dom is first and foremost a Dom. He chooses the subcategory of “Daddy” within the lifestyle of dominance and submission (D/s). Let’s get one thing out of the way right at the beginning. A Daddy Dom does not promote incest or pedophilia as the kink may be misunderstood by ignorant people. Rather, in this specific subcategory, the dynamic is set up for the male dominant to be called “Daddy,” and the female submissive (sub) to be called “girl,” “little girl,” or “babygirl,” etc. Rarely is she called “daughter,” as this evokes too many parallels to incest, which Daddies and their girls detest. And while some doms and some subs may have been victims of family violence, incest, or other abuse, Daddy Doms and their girls are not over-represented in these categories any more than the general population.
The following are some of the fundamental characteristics, and indeed needs, that all Daddy dominants seem to share universally: 
1. Her Number One Fan, the Daddy usually believes in his girl more than she herself does, and often uses the wisdom of his age to see her not only for who she is, but also for who she can become. A Daddy’s eyes light up when his girl enters the room. He is proud of her and praises her for not just for what she accomplishes, but for what she attempts, and for who she is. He accepts her for who she is, flaws and all. 
2. And he knows all her flaws because he is also her ultimate Confidant, allowing her to bare her soul to him beyond all others. She may have many different relationships and types of friends in her life. But Daddy will be her “umbrella confidant.” The one with whom she can talk about absolutely anything and trust that what she tells Daddy stays with Daddy. He is the one from whom she withholds nothing. 
3. He is the Protector of his girl against real or perceived threats, dangers, and bad people. Sometimes a little girl just needs to curl up in Daddy’s arms and smile at some of his bluster, and sometimes the Daddy may have to act on his protective instincts. Pity the person who messes with a Daddy’s girl. 
4. Her Teacher and mentor shows her new things that come from a longer and possibly wider set of life experiences. Daddy likes to take his girl to places she has never been, feed her foods she has never eaten, and do activities she has never enjoyed before. He is never so happy as when he can look in her eyes and know he has given her something she has never had before. This also translates into sexual adventurism for some Daddy/girl couples. He symbolically deflowers her on a regular basis, whether that be sexual or just in exposure to new life adventures. 
5. He wants to be her Guide and advisor. As the girl makes her way in the world, Daddy wants to be there to answer her questions, calm her fears, make her insecurities go away, and give her sound advice based on his years of experience. 
6. Anchor. The Daddy dom is an unyielding, unmovable anchor in the storm. No matter what happens in the girl’s life, she knows her Daddy will be right there where he has always been, and she can hold onto that even if she is blinded by her own tears. Daddies know the storm will pass, and she will be safe, but she needs something to hold onto that will not move. 
7. Disciplinarian. When the girl acts badly, she expects to be disciplined or punished for the infraction. Most Daddy dominants find it occasionally difficult to keep this up, especially as the affection for their girl grows. They would love nothing more than to spoil their girls, but they realize this is the path to ruin. One a girl begins to believe she can manipulate Daddy, she no longer sees him as her dominant, unyielding anchor. A girl needs the stability and protection of a man who is more dominant than she is. To demonstrate that characteristic, Daddies must sometimes be excessively strict and rigid, more so than they would in normal relationships. The act of disciplining the girl may be used as part of a sadomasochistic activity.  

In addition to these practically mandatory characteristics, some couples add their own sadism and masochism to the mix, and may use the concept of the wolf or lion and little lamb to describe the way in which the Daddy simultaneously protects his little girl from the world, and yet wants to dominate and devour her sexually. As a sadist, he may create the very tears that he will later kiss away. Sounds sweet, and yet terrifying, if you are not accustomed to the world of sadomasochism in which these participants operate. But to a Daddy and his girl who are into BDSM, this is the most perfect of scenarios they can imagine to act out their fetish.
Daddies come in many flavors, just as their girls do. Some Daddies may have polyamorous girls who have male and female lovers, and Daddy may be that one person outside the polyamory “family” who does not judge her. A Daddy and his girl might not have a sexual relationship at all. Since this is typically a D/s construct, there is usually a sexual component, but as can be seen from the above list of characteristics, sex is not the largest factor or the motivating force in this type of relationship. A Daddy may have more than one girl, may be married and have a girl, too, or may have other types of combinations. But it is rare for a girl to have more than one Daddy.
It is said that “a Top is for tonight, a Dominant is for as long as she is submissive, a Master is there until she is no longer a slave, but a Daddy is forever.” Daddy may have to give his girl away to a husband. He may eventually run out of things to teach his little girl. She may ultimately not need his sage advice and his experience any more. Hopefully he will be too old by then to have to deal with it, because when there is nothing left to teach, no need for a confidant, no discipline needing to be meted out, when his little girl no longer needs her Daddy, that’s when he will die inside. The need that Daddy has for his girl is every bit as potent as the need she has for her Daddy.
A Daddy usually knows he is one. He doesn’t have to be convinced of it, or taught how to be a Daddy. He may only need to have his innate Daddy characteristics pointed out to him. It might happen in the throes of a sexual activity when she exclaims “Daddy” for the first time, and the light goes on. Similarly, the little girl usually knows she needs a Daddy without having to be taught how to be his little girl. Once they identify themselves as Daddy/Little Girl, the draw is more powerful than many other forms of attraction, because it is rooted in deep-seated and old emotions that may not have any other outlet.
 Girls in this lifestyle do not act like little girls in their normal work lives. They do not bring teddy bears to work. Indeed many are older women who are very assertive and successful in the business world, but need this special place to get nurturing and comfort lacking in their careers. A Daddy might not necessarily act parental or fatherly in his normal work life either. For some it may be role playing, for some it is a secret lifestyle, and other couples delight in the joys of unabashedly practicing the Daddy/girl dynamic in public. In any case, it evokes deep-seated needs and emotions for both parties, and is a very powerful dynamic.
While some of these characteristics could easily be applied to any good male-female relationship, there are some that require something quite different than the “50/50 partnership” that is so often touted as the most healthy. This is not 50/50. This is a Dominant/submissive relationship, and all the characteristics should be viewed through the lens of D/s. 
While many of the characteristics could also be easily applied to any good D/s or Master/slave relationship, there are some characteristics that are decided different. Not all Masters consider themselves their slave’s number one fan or her umbrella confidant. Teacher, guide, and anchor are not necessarily roles that a Master is required to adopt.

Friday, August 8, 2014



Day #6 out of 22 is winding down. I have heard from my Daddy Dom.....he called me both yesterday and today.

He misses his little girl.

My "high" lasted several hours after each call.....his voice truly melts me, creeps into the most guarded of places, brings me a temporary inner peace, makes me smile, captures & commands my attention, and leaves me in a tranquil subspace.

I loved this.

I adored this.

I *needed* this.

Now, however, as my day comes to a close, I am again feeling the disconnect.......



Thursday, August 7, 2014

Do You Know.....?


Do you know how much I miss you, Daddy?

Do you know that I think of you every minute of my day?

Do you know that there is not an aspect of my behavior, my routine, my life that you do not impact?

Do you know when I wake in the morning, I smile, simply because I belong to the most amazing man I have ever had the privilege of knowing?

Do you know as I go about my day, driving where ever I may, your lectures replay over in my head and regardless of distance, you maintain firm control over my speedometer?

Do you know that as I cook, I smile and often drift away in my mind to a time & place where the meal I am preparing is lovingly done so, for you?

Do you know in the afternoon, as my day is starting to exhaust me, I sigh softly & smile as I think of you and the day you may be having?

Do you know when I take my babies to the park in the evening, I smile at each father daughter pair we encounter, because it reminds me of your paternal love?

Do you know there is not a store on this planet that I can peruse through without spotting impromptu implements and giggling as I travel back in my mind to my last dance with your inner sadist?

Do you know that I save and hoard your voicemails, and listen to them frequently just to hear the deep, sexy purr of your voice?

Do you know as I style my hair each day, I smile with pride at its length and knowing how it pleases you?

Do you know each time I walk, pet or snuggle my dachshund I immediately laugh at the sound of you howling with him & the "warm wiener" song you sing to me when I am sick?

Do you know even taking my medication makes me think of you and the looming consequences should I fail to do so?

Do you know each day as I shower, I pause on my bottom and my legs and my neck where your collar proudly sits?

Do you know at night as I start to fall asleep, I lay quietly slowing my breathing and thinking of you, what you mean to me, how happy I am to belong to you.......and if I concentrate enough I can hear your voice, I can smell you, I can feel you?

Not a day has passed in more than 3 years that I haven't had you in the forefront of my mind or carried you with me in my heart. Even now, with you gone from me, and our communication so remain a central driving force in my every day life. I love you, Daddy and I miss you insanely. Come home safely to me soon.......but until then, I thought you should know.......and I will see you in my dreams, Sir.

Daddy's Little Girl

Wednesday, August 6, 2014

Limited to Zero


Another day further into the dark tunnel of Dom-less-ness as my Daddy vacations with his family.

Another day of missing him furiously and then chastising myself for being selfish and wanting to monopolize his time when I know he *needs* this time away.

Another day mixed with smiles thinking of the fun he is having and tears thinking of how much longer I have to go before kneeing in front of him again.

And as if I needed more fodder for the emotional instant messenger application on my phone abruptly stopped functioning today. DAMN IT!!! That is close to the *only* method of contact that Daddy and I have when he is vacationing on the lake. Ughh. I was so angry....actually, perhaps livid would be a more accurate term.

I uninstalled the application, then reinstalled it.......didn't work.

I yelled, screamed, cursed, cried.......didn't work.

I took my phone to the store to troubleshoot it.......didn't work.

I finally gave up and just pouted and cried and felt sorry for myself. I went from limited contact down to absolutely *ZERO* contact now......and this is *only* day #4......18 more to go. Ughh. :( 

I just want my Daddy.


Tuesday, August 5, 2014

I Never Really Leave You, Baby


That is what my Daddy said to me this past Sunday before he departed for his annual 3 week family vacation.


And though I understand the sentiment and know it is true that he is always with me, in my head and in my heart, I am still incredibly moody and feeling lost and unanchored without him here with me.

I have struggled with this every year since becoming my Daddy's little girl. On one hand I am excited for him that he is getting 3 weeks away from his busy, chaotic life to spend quality time with his boys (who, like my own, are growing up way too fast). But on the other hand I despise the limited connectivity and unanchored feeling.

The balance of the year we talk every single day by phone and more than that via instant messaging. When Daddy is gone on his family vacation on the lake, service is spotty and I am lucky to get one call a week and a handful of messages. So I essentially go from instant Daddy at my fingertips to ZERO Daddy unless it is urgent & I wait forever. Ughh.

I know it is childish to throw a fit over it but I somehow can not stop it from effecting my mood. I feel an uneasy sort of freedom that I truly do *not* like when he & I are geographically separated.....and particularly when our communication is so limited. 

I have misbehaved in the past during his time away simply because I could, because he was not here to stop me.....but that never ends up working out well for me.....or my bottom. Daddy *always* comes home and the man knows *everything*. Not to mention, when I am naughty in his absence, my punishment is always much more severe and my Daddy comes home disappointed in me.....and I am disappointed in myself for letting him down. 

I am capable of behaving for 3 weeks in his absence, but the little girl inside of me keeps egging me on to misbehave just to capture his disciplinary attention......and I continue to tell her to "shut up." I far prefer the "happy Daddy" is just the getting there that seems daunting.

I know I will be okay and survive this year, just as I have the last several years.....but looking at it the first few days just overwhelms me and makes me cry. I then get over-analytical and criticize myself wondering if the immediate shift in my mood upon his departure makes me co-dependent or simply a Daddy's girl who misses her Daddy.


Today is only day #3 out of 22 and I am just a ball of emotional energy. I flash between smiling knowing he is having a great time and sobbing knowing I'm not even half way through yet. He truly is my best friend, my anchor, my sounding board, my compass in life and I just feel incredibly alone and adrift without him here.

I replay his words over and over in my head: 

***   "I never really leave you, baby."
***   "When you're a good girl, you get rewarded. When you're a bad girl, you get punished. I'm going 3 weeks without spanking so if you are a bad girl then you'll be getting a very long, hard spanking when I return and I promise you do not want that, young lady."
***   "I will be watching you and I will be home to you soon."
***   "Raise your guard & behave the way I expect you to or when I come home you will be a very sorry little girl for letting me down."
***   "Be my good little girl while Daddy is away so I am proud of you when I return."
***   "I will miss you too. I love you."

{{Sighs and sniffles}}

I miss my Daddy. It has only been 3 days but I miss his deep, penetrating, silky smooth voice. I miss his gorgeous chocolate brown eyes. I miss his large, strong hands. I miss his handsome face. I miss the love and security I feel wrapped up in his strong arms. I miss his smell. I miss his touch. I miss his smile, his humor, his wit, his serious demeanor.

Hell.....I miss everything and I just want my Daddy back!