Naughty Irish Imp

Naughty Irish Imp

Wednesday, December 2, 2015

Birthday Wishes

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!
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


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 & 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 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 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


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


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.

Thursday, April 30, 2015

Harsh Paddling


Changing up our 'norm', my Daddy Dom arrived before I did today for our session. I was a little late...bad girl. And I had his lunch...double bad girl. :) Luckily, he forgives easy when presented with steak. :)

I knocked on the door and almost immediately he opened it and pulled me into one of his amazingly tight bear hugs. God, I missed this man. I had been raving to him in text messages about the heels I bought for today so naturally after hugging me and being handed his lunch, he held me at arms length and paced slowly around me, giving me a once over before nodding in approval at my attire and adding, "the shoes are cute." I smiled and sat beside him as he ate his lunch and we talked about every conceivable topic.

I just needed my Daddy fix. His time, his touch, his undivided attention.

After about an hour of pleasant conversation, the mood turned more serious and he decided we should address a recent lapse in my behavior. I knew it was coming but almost wished it wouldn't. I don't like making him repeat himself to me, and this particular offense is something we have covered in depth multiple times. Unfortunately for me, it is also an offense with a specific dreadful implement designated for punishment.

The heavy oak paddle.

I knew I was wrong. I knew why. He didn't need to explain it to me. There was little discussion regarding the topic at all today. It's a firm rule, I broke it, I'd be punished. I knew he was displeased with me and that made me feel even more lousy than I did already.

I was quiet, remorseful, compliant. I stood in the corner as he paced behind me, occasionally repeating the offense in a disgruntled tone.


Without warning, he connected 3 solid swats of that evil paddle to my bottom as I stood facing the corner with my hands on my head, elbows to the wall. I danced around, trying to alleviate the sharp sting, as I knew better than to put my hands back to soothe my bottom.

That damn paddle surprises me every time. Even fully clothed, it burnt like mad. Each heavy swat caused me to dance up onto my toes and inhale air as if I were breathing it for the first time.

Soon he was directly behind me, pinning me to the wall with his towering frame, his left hand gently caressing my face, neck and arm as he traced down to securely take me by the wrist. He pulled me along behind him from out of the corner and over to the chair he had placed in the middle of the room. He sat and as I stood to his left side, he decided to hike up my skirt himself. Typically, I am told to do this, but today he decided to and it made me feel even smaller than I had already.

Once the tiny garment was no longer obstructing his target, he quickly pulled me down over his knee and spaced his legs far enough apart to render my feet helplessly dangling above the floor. I wrapped my hand around his ankle as he began forcefully swatting my upended bottom with that miserable paddle of his.

The burn took my breath away initially. It was bad enough with thin clothing protecting my bottom, but it was torture on my bare flesh. I knew I deserved this punishment and tried to be as cooperative as possible but that implement and my bottom do not get along well. I was soon wiggling more than normally allowed and he securely wrapped his arm around my waist and pinned my legs before again paddling my aching bottom.

My tears fell to the floor beneath my face and I held tightly to his ankle and began to dip in and out of subspace. Soon I was oblivious to the pain in my bottom other than occasionally honing in on the sounds echoing off the walls around me as he continued to paddle me.

He would swat deliberately and harshly with several seconds between swats for a minute or two and then he would paddle briskly, just lightly snapping his wrist and letting the implement do the rest with no time between swats to recover.

I was exhausted physically and emotionally and gave in far sooner than I normally do. I simply laid completely still over his capable lap as he paddled me relentlessly for more than 20 minutes. I hardly noticed when it had subsided until I felt his strong hand gently caressing and kneading my swollen, sore, properly punished bottom and thighs.

After simply lying over his knee and sobbing while he gently massaged my now bruised skin for about 10 minutes, I knelt in front of him and laid my head in his lap just gazing up at him as he entwined his fingers in my long, red hair.

I needed today. The punishment was harsh but well deserved. More than that even, I just needed to be his again. His girl, His sole focus for a couple hours, His submissive. I needed his touch, his embrace, his dominance overwhelming me and pulling at the fiber of my inner submissive. I just needed my Daddy.....and today, I got just that.

Sunday, April 19, 2015

Anticipatory Thoughts


Craving this right now.

Luckily, I won't have to wait long.

Squeezing in time to see my Daddy Dom tomorrow.


I can't wait.

I need his sadistic touch right now to quiet my chaotic mind.

Ughh the anticipation.

Tuesday, March 24, 2015

Uh Oh

March 24th, 2015

I saw my Daddy Dom just this past Friday for a punishment session.

Typically, now, there are several months between offenses for me, as I've grown and my behavior has improved.

But now, just 4 days later (actually 3, since it happened last night) I am in trouble again. BIG trouble. I broke the texting and driving rule.......a multiple repeat offense.

I'm a ball of nervous energy as I go through the motions of my day today, the fact that I will see my Daddy Dom tomorrow to answer for this lapse in judgment, never far from my mind.

My stomach is knotted and I keep tracing my fingertips over my newly un-sore bottom, knowing it will not remain in this state for long.

Saturday, March 21, 2015

Tender Reflection

March 21st, 2015

I saw my Daddy Dom yesterday. It seemed like I hadn't seen him in forever, though in actuality it had only been about 6 weeks. Still.....far too long for my liking.

Again, only 1 punishment list entry to be taken to task for.......but it was a serious blatant disrespect toward him several weeks back in a fit of rage.

He wrapped several other underlying issues into the session. We discussed my irrational quest for control over all things; as well as my tendencies to lash out verbally when I am displeased. My "quirks", I call them, that effect my overall happiness. We are working on adjusting them.......slowly. Many of these things I struggle with have been a part of me for years.

I am incredibly sore today, just 24 hours post session. My bottom pulsing and aching; an ever present reminder of my sound punishment for my naughty behavior. I am lost in thought; more so than normal even.......replaying his words, reliving the session, trying to analyze and absorb all I can.





Saturday, March 14, 2015

Always and Forever

March 14th, 2015

I am always with you.

And you are always with me.

I can feel your warmth as you wrap me in your arms. I can feel your hands against my skin.

I can hear your deep, resounding voice. I can hear the steady, reassuring beat of your heart.

You are always with me, Sir.

And I, always with you.

Always and forever.


Monday, February 23, 2015

Letting Go

February 23rd, 2015

"Tomorrows freedom is found in today's surrender.
When I let go, I can live fully."

It did not come easily for me. Surrender. Submission. Oh I wanted it, but on my terms and under my micromanagement. :)

I had to learn to truly let go. Let go of the control I *thought* I had over my life, in actuality I had very little. I had to stop forcing my own will onto reality, it was a losing battle. I had to truly understand that there are things in life of which I have zero control, and those things I needed to accept.......with grace (my Daddy Dom's addendum).

It wasn't easy. Actually for the longest time it was pure hell for me. I *needed* control. I *needed* power. Without either, I felt too vulnerable. My tough girl façade had no allocation for the feelings of fear, helplessness, weakness.

I am far from perfect. I am still learning. But, I am no longer grasping at every ounce of control with a white-knuckled fist. I am okay with selective surrender. I am learning to truly love and bask in my unquestioned submission.

I know he will take care of me. I know I am not alone. I know my trust is well-placed. I know he will test my limits and deliver me safely to the other side.

I have found no freedom more rewarding than unabashed acquiescence and complete submission to this man.

Sunday, February 22, 2015


February 22nd, 2015

Funny, isn't it?

The most basic and simple of praises from his lips can make me melt.

"Good girl."

From anyone else that phrase might seem almost condescending. As if I were a small child or a Yorkshire terrier who sat when directed. :)

But from *Him*, it is a welcome and coveted statement.

From my Dom, this is music to my ears.

Simple. Poignant. Entrancing. Euphoric.

Wednesday, February 18, 2015

For His Pleasure

February 18th, 2015

I saw my Daddy Dom on Monday of this week. We hadn't seen one another since before Christmas, so it was L-O-N-G overdue. I only had one entry on my PL to be punished for and it wasn't a major offense or anything, but we addressed it none the less, along with several other "reminders" (as Daddy called them) to keep me on track and behaving like the angelic little Daddy's girl that I am. :)

It felt so amazing to be wrapped up in his arms. He felt amazing. He sounded amazing. He smelt amazing. God had I missed this man.

The scheduling was a fiasco and he ended up driving 45 minutes out of his way to come to me, even picking me up, which was incredibly sweet. I fought the entire 15 minute drive to our destination not to attack him in the car. I hadn't seen him in several weeks and I was right beside him but unable to wrap myself around about a test of patience. :)

It was snowing and still bitter cold, but I opted for a short skirt and heels because I know he enjoys it. After spending several hours together talking, spanking, laughing, and just being together we finally had to leave.....far too soon for my liking, but then again I always feel that way. :) As we were bundling up to go back out into the cold, he noted my attire and thanked me. :)

"You must be freezing. I mean I absolutely appreciate it, but you've got to be so cold. That is sacrifice."

I smiled up at him and responded,

"Sacrifice, submission, whatever you'd like to call it.......I just prioritize your pleasure over my's kind of part of our dynamic, Daddy.......and I actually sort of love it."

He smiled and enveloped me in another tight embrace.

Ahhh.......a relaxing day with my favorite man in the world, a nice tender red bottom, and his verbal acknowledgement of my efforts to please him.......Blissful way to start the week!

Sunday, February 15, 2015

Temptation & Boundaries


February 15th, 2015

Temptation can be a bad thing. My handbag addiction comes to mind :) Or the frequent temptation to run my naughty mouth. Temptation can certainly bite you in the ass, but it is not always bad.

Most normal, healthy people set boundaries for themselves and/or their relationships. It's simply how the world works. We all need and crave boundaries, self-imposed or otherwise.

But should your boundaries be set in stone?

Is there room for negotiation?

Are you adventurous enough to explore the lines of those limits?

I tend to be the kind of girl who constantly revises my boundary list. Not foolishly, but analytically. I simply don't want to look back on my life and have regrets. I want to explore, to experiment, to grow, to change, to experience the adrenaline producing moments that take my breath away.

Simply stated, I want to live.

Saturday, February 14, 2015

Mushy Stuff

February 14th, 2015
For the majority of the planet, today is a holiday, of sorts. Well, at least for the romantic at heart. It is of course Valentine's Day.
By 9am this morning most retailers were flooded with husbands, boyfriends and significant others rushing to get something for the lady in their life in hopes of getting laid later on. :)
And there is certainly no shortage of ideas for the guys shopping for their girl today.
Obviously the card is a given. Who better than Hallmark to express your deepest love, emotion and affection.
Flowers, roses in particular, were murdered in droves over the last couple weeks in preparation for this day.
For the girls who don't care for flowers, or have allergies, a balloon bouquet is a sweet alternative.
You could give her an adorable stuffed animal to cuddle when you're not there to keep her warm. Whether she is 4 or 94, women loves stuffed animals.
Chocolate is almost always a safe bet! And the fact that it is sold in velvet heart shaped boxes is a mushy little bonus.
Some guys will get their girl her favorite fragrance. Other practical gifts for the holiday include candles, handbags, spa gift certificates, etc. All likely to be appreciated.
Those of you who really want to score, or maybe are celebrating your first Valentine's Day married will want to buy her something that sparkles. Diamonds are in deed a woman's best friend.
Some of you may have a dense or self-centered girl so you'll want to get a gift that reminds her to uphold her end of the bargain later tonight after the candle-lit dinner. Lingerie is a great idea.
Then of course, there are the girls like me who view this holiday as just another day on the calendar. For us, the only red we care to see today are those lovingly applied marks on our naughty bare bottoms. :)
Happy Valentine's Day!


Wednesday, February 11, 2015

Spot On

February 11th, 2015

I saw this whilst browsing today and absolutely loved it.

I am not certain a more accurate statement has ever been made.

There are literally dozens of people toward which you could conceivably have a strong physical attraction. We all have a "type" as far as what we find appealing. And even those with very specific tastes, are bound to see many people who fit their mold in this department.

A mental attraction is an entirely separate ball game; and in my own personal opinion, far more valuable. If you're being honest with yourself, most people don't even truly know the 'real you'......sure they know you, but they know the 'public you', the 'professional you', the 'perfected for public scrutiny you'.......rarely do we let down our guards and invite random people into meet, court, understand and truly know the 'real' us.


The answer is actually probably rooted in our own insecurities. We know the real us......every flaw, every issue, every imperfection. Even the most confident of human beings has a 'private self' versus a 'public self.' It is an innate self defense mechanism. We don't host walk throughs or open houses of the 'private self' because even if we've grown and learned not to be too self conscious about our flaws, we certainly don't want random people throwing them in our faces.

If you are honest with yourself and truly think about it, you've probably shown the 'real you' to a very limited number of people. Some spouses, parents, best friends, significant others, etc don't ever truly know the 'real' person.

When we do let down every defense and open ourselves up on a level that deep it is often only to those you love and know you can trust. Some people trust far easier than others, but even the most naïve of human beings prioritizes some level of self preservation and is cautious as to who enters this select group.

Connecting with someone physically is great but not enough, not sustainable. The physicality will inevitably change. We aren't all young and gorgeous forever; though as my 30th birthday approaches later this year I am still hopeful. :)

A mental connection is absolutely where the magic happens. It doesn't take much effort to stimulate a body, hell I have battery operated toys that do an amazing job of that! :) But to stimulate a mind, to truly intrigue ones' mental self, to connect on that intimate level is a feat some never experience.

When you have someone who understands the 'real you', and loves you anyway, you've got it made.

Someone who knows each flaw and embraces them as your 'cute quirks' or extends themselves to support you in changing those flaws and bettering yourself.

Someone who you could talk to for hours or simply sit in dead silence with and be content.

Someone you don't have to explain the root cause of each emotion to because they know you on the deepest of levels and fully understand what makes you tick.

Someone who finishes your thoughts, as if they could read your mind, because often times, they can.

Someone who rarely asks "are you okay?" because they know by the look on your face, the expressions you make, your body language.

Someone who challenges you, inspires you, drives you.

Someone who can tap into your emotions, your intellect, your inner self.

A person who knows you inside and out, possibly better than you do yourself. That is a rare and beautiful thing.

Some of us will never have this.

Others will be lucky enough to find it but may lose it before ever realizing the phenomena it is due to insecurity, "young & dumb syndrome", fear, etc.

The luckiest of us will find this connection, embrace it, nurture it and grow.....fully realizing the value of this level of intimacy......and they will cherish a life and a love fulfilled.