Yep

 

07/20/2014

Saw it.......
       Loved it.......
              Shared it.

~Imp~

Just One of Those Days

07/17/2014

Whatever you do in life, give 100%.   ~~~~~~~~~~   Um...what about when I donate blood?

I expect you to be tactful.   ~~~~~~~~~~   Tact is for people who aren't witty enough to be sarcastic.

You need to manage your anger.   ~~~~~~~~~~   I wouldn't need to manage my anger if everyone else would manage their stupidity.

You do not have to be sarcastic.   ~~~~~~~~~~   Oh but I do, because beating the shit out of people is still illegal.

You can not judge a book by its cover.   ~~~~~~~~~   Oh puh-lease, tell me you have never looked at a person and knew the wheel was turning but the hamster was dead.

You can not call people "douche bags".   ~~~~~~~~~   Okay, okay is "vinegar sack" less offensive? Polite way of saying the same thing.

You can not "hate" all people.   ~~~~~~~~~   You're right, "hate" is a strong word, let's just say I am not overly excited about their existence. And perhaps if they were on fire I might consider roasting marshmallows. Totally different than "hate."

Alcohol does not solve problems.   ~~~~~~~~~   Neither does milk.

You are more intelligent than that.   ~~~~~~~~~   Yes, I am but in this case intelligence is not a gift, it is a punishment because I still have to put up with every fucktard who doesn't have it.

Who cares what they think? Just be yourself.   ~~~~~~~~~   Do you realize "be yourself" is about the worst advice you can give to some people?

You have to work on your people skills.   ~~~~~~~~~   My people skills are just fine, it is my tolerance of idiots that needs work.

What has gotten you in this mood today?   ~~~~~~~~~   I simply dream of a world where chickens can cross the road without having their motives questioned. Is that really so much to ask for?

Perhaps you need to try some Midol.   ~~~~~~~~~   No, what I need is a large dose of Fuckitol.

Go to bed!   ~~~~~~~~~   Aww you mean it? Before 10pm? You're so sweet. I love you like a back-alley hooker loves crack.

I Couldn't Love Him More

07/10/2014

I spent the majority of my birthday with my Daddy.....and I am absolutely on cloud nine.  :)

The past 3 years, since becoming Daddy's girl, he has always made my birthdays special. He is a very early riser, and always makes certain to be the first person to call me and tell me "Happy Birthday".......and in fact, will sing it to me. :)

Last year he was actually away on business on the day of my birthday; and this year he was due to be but at the last minute his schedule changed and instead of filling it with other important things he had to do, he insisted he spend the day with me.....which just made me swoon. :) I knew I had entries on my Punishment List that had to be addressed, but I didn't care......I got to spend my birthday with my Daddy. :)

The entire session will be published at a later date, as I am still finishing up our last 2 punishment sessions for the blog, but I had to share this now.

The second I opened the door to him, he scooped his baby girl up into his strong arms and hugged me tight while singing "Happy Birthday" to me. I smiled from ear to ear and just clung tightly to him. I'd brought him lunch and we chatted as he ate. Eventually the tone changed and I was made to answer for my misbehavior, and no amount of "but Daddy pleaseee it's my birthday" swayed his resolve in blistering my bottom just as harshly as any other punishment.

After I had been properly punished and was a contrite, remorseful, sobbing little girl he gave me a card and a present. :)  My very own paddle......strictly for decorative purposes (I swear, he even mounted it so I can display it rather than be spanked with it.....thank goodness because it is very heavy and awfully mean looking). I love it.......and it is now proudly displayed atop my dresser with my framed Serenity Prayer and oak hairbrush (both also gifts from my Daddy), and my Father & Daughter figurine from Willow Tree.

He sat on the bed and called me to him once more, grasping my wrist and pulling me back down across his capable lap, his thighs hard against my torso, as he firmly spanked my bottom reciting each count in unison with me to total my age, 29 this year. I kicked my legs and giggled. His swats were very firm and on top of my punished bottom and thighs it stung like mad......but I still smiled. There is not a place in this world I would have rather been than draped over his knee getting a birthday spanking. I was an incredibly happy girl.

He even brought me a cake. He forgot it in the car and was going to go grab it but I told him that wasn't necessary, just let it melt all over his new car because I wasn't letting him leave now that I had him.......and he did. :) 

He has been having some back issues as of late, which concerned me so I gave him an exam, diagnosed the problem, demonstrated exercises for him to do each day, prescribed medication and gave him a 20 minute deep tissue massage.

When he finally had to go, he held me tightly in his embrace for several minutes while telling me how proud he was of me and how much he adored having me as his little girl. I smiled and almost started crying again as I clung to his chest, my sentiments mirroring his own.

The next day, when out with some friends and family for my official birthday dinner, they gave me a gift from the entire group of them and told me that Daddy had a huge role in selecting this gift for me and had helped them purchase it. I was at a loss for words. The gift was so incredibly touching and something I have wanted for years and knowing they all had collaborated with Daddy to find this gift and make it my very own brought me to tears.

I do not know what I have ever done to deserve this man in my life but I am so incredibly grateful that we found one another and that he chose to make me his girl. I love him more than I could ever verbally express. I cherish our time together. I respect him and admire him and look up to him in awe much the same way any other little girl looks at her daddy. I am so fiercely protective of him because I realize how rare and special the relationship we have built and share is. I truly adore being his little girl and pleasing him each day.

He is my best friend, my rock, my anchor, my father.......and I simply could not love him more.

In The Strangest of Places

07/11/2014

I suppose that title could imply a great many things. :) 

Where my 6 year old has placed my car keys, for example.

Ooh, or perhaps where I intend to hide my Daddy's paddle no that I have it.  :) 

But, for today, that title refers to where we meet our friends.

I have a very small handful of human beings that I consider my "true friends" I have many, many acquaintances but only a select few "friends" that I know would do anything to help me should I need it, and vice versa.

Now, being an animal lover, I have quite a few more 4-legged friends than 2-legged ones. An animal never has ill intent, will never lie to you, rarely talk back and will be loyal to their last day.

I have a photographic memory in most things so I can easily recall when, where and how I met most of my true friends. 

This post is simply in memory of one of them.

His name was Saffron, and he was a gorgeous, loving ball of fluff and amusement. Saffron was a kitty and I met him via Blogger. :)  I know many of you are scratching your heads right now, or at least shaking them thinking I am crazy.....I assure you, I am not.

Saffron belonged to my Mama. She and I connected here, via my blog, more than 2 years ago.

Now, one of three things will naturally occur most every time she & I talk by phone:  #1. The call will drop ; #2. The police will show up at her house/pull me over ; or #3. Saffron and I will talk. Thankfully, number three was the most common (though the other two happen at an alarming rate).

As soon as he noticed it was me on the phone, he would make a point of howling to let me know he was starved.....or at the very least had forgotten where his food was. Or he would jump into Mama's lap and purr so loudly I could hear him all the way across the country. He was a darling. I have never been particularly fond of cats, as I prefer dogs.....but this little kitty pawed his way into my heart. I even sign my emails to Mama : "Kiss Saffron for me. Love you."   :)

Yesterday was my 29th birthday, but it also ended up being the day Mama had to say "good bye" to dear Saffron. He lived 18 long, lovely years with her since she rescued him as a kitten. I was with Daddy when I got the email and had to call and check on Mama. I only wish I could have been there to hug her......and my furry brother, Saffron, before he had to go.

I miss him already, our last call simply wasn't the same without his insistent howl.

I love you, Saffron....the gorgeous ball of orange fluff that I met via Blogger, talked with by phone, and fell in love with on opposite coasts of the country. You were a *very* special & loved cat. XOXO

Refusing

07/13/2014

From time to time, here on my blog, I will answer a question in its' own post. Occasionally because I think the subject is important enough to warrant it; and occasionally because I just have too much to say in a comment.....and naturally, sometimes it is both.......because, well, I am a woman. :)

Today's question falls into the "both" category. I believe it is a subject a lot of submissives and their Tops will eventually have to address within their relationship. And I personally think anything that deals with boundaries is incredibly important in TTWD.

Please also realize that my answer is simply what pertains to my relationship with my Daddy Dom.......I am not suggesting it is the "right" way or the "only" way to do things as every relationship and the people involved within them are individuals; thus what works for me may not work for you.

The question:

Imp,
Have you ever just flat out refused? A rule or a punishment you disagreed with, have you ever just said "nope"? Has you ever thought about refusing? How did/would your Dom react? Thanks.
Corey

That's actually multiple (related) questions all wrapped into one. Any way, enough rambling, onto my answer.....aka more rambling. :)

No, I have never refused to submit to my Daddy. Never, not once. Not to a rule. Not to a punishment. Never. Period.

Again, I am not saying this is right for everyone or every D/s relationship; though I must say in theory I believe it should be this way. Let me delve in a little deeper and explain my thought process.

I *wanted* a disciplinarian.....a Top.....a Dom. I *needed* boundaries set and correlating consequences to help me make changes in my life to make me happy. I *craved* the word "No!".

I have always been in control of everything in my life personally, professionally and otherwise. I also am often in control of many other people. Being a control freak, I do not mind or shy away from the task, in fact, in most instances I relish control. It has always been a double edged sword for me though, because as much as I fight for it, I have always longed for a dominant man to take it from me. I need the bliss of power exchange. I need to be held accountable. I need to not have any decision to make beyond that of my submission.

I would not submit to simply any self identifying Dom. I did my homework. I searched for a long time, all that while my needs not being met. I had actually close to given up when I stumbled across my Daddy. From quite literally Day #1, I knew this man was exactly what I needed, wanted, craved, dreamt of, longed for. We began on our D/s journey the same as anyone else. We compared wants, needs, desires. We explored, we tested, we talked. Communication was key and remains to this day. He quickly earned my trust and my respect. He was the yin to my yang.

Most rules that I must abide by were discussed, often times at great length. Even the rules he has chosen to set without my expressed consent are things I know he has put a great deal of thought into. He does not need my consent on every individual rule because my submission is consent. I know in my heart that he limits and restricts me because he loves me. I know he weighs my happiness against every decision he is tasked with making for me. He does not dictate arbitrarily. He is an incredibly reasonable an understanding man.

Yes, he is demanding, but that is exactly what I need and want. The love that I feel when he tells me, "No", or punishes me for toeing a line a little too closely is so very difficult to put into words. It is an amazingly freeing feeling for me to submit completely to him and know that he will take care of me, he will protect me, he will teach & guide me, he will love me, he will make me happy and make me the young woman we both know I can be.

And as for punishments, again, no I have not ever one time refused to submit. I have on one occasion disagreed with the reason I was being whipped, but I submitted any way and took my punishment as I know he expects of me. And honestly, not long after that I reassessed and agreed with him in that I did deserve that punishment. But on that day, when I stood on my wobbly legs before him, I was absolutely in disagreement.......but I had to remind myself that I asked for his guidance & discipline......there was no preamble of: "only if I agree" or "only if I like it".......it was ABSOLUTE. It was me trusting my Dom to act in my best interests, and I know in my heart that he always has.

Again in the future there may come another instance where I don't like or agree with the reason behind a punishment.......and I again will submit to it because my trust in him is far stronger than my own sense of doubting responsibility. I am *His* girl. It is not my decision how I am punished; it is His.

My "job" is simply to offer my Daddy Dom my absolute submission in all things, without reservation. He EARNED that trust and works every day to maintain it.

As for the "what if" portion of your question, if there ever truly came a time that I would not submit then he and I would have to sit down and figure out what went wrong in our relationship to the extent that trust or respect was lost. I don't ever foresee that being an issue for us, but I know it is for others, so I addressed it. I come back to.....COMMUNICATION IS PARAMOUNT. If you can not trust absolutely in your Doms' intentions, then you have a much bigger issue than simply refusing a spanking.

Anxious

07/09/2014

I am full of anxiety and nerves tonight. Tomorrow is my birthday, and I am going to be spending a good portion of it with my Daddy. :)  I am beyond ecstatic that I'll be spending the day with him and getting a proper birthday spanking.......

But that sinking feeling has settled into the pit of my stomach and I am a walking ball of nervous energy, because along with my 'good girl' birthday spanking, I will be getting a 'bad girl' punishment spanking for lapsing on a couple of Daddy's hard line rules.

The night before a punishment I am always uneasy to some degree, but Daddy intentionally being quiet and mind fucking me with silence only intensifies the anxiousness.

Off to bed.......though sleep is a stretch :)

His.......Always

 

07/05/2014

The moment I stumbled upon this I smiled, it reminded me so very much of my Daddy Dom and I.

Every line resonates and makes me swoon.

I quite enjoy being his prized possession, his project, his little girl.

*His*........Always.  :)

Rephrase?

06/30/2014

I'd say that overall I agree with this statement ; but it did cause me to stop and think......perhaps it needs rephrased?

First, it is not I who is training my mind or body, that is the role of my Dom. I am an eager and most often pliable student, but I am not teaching myself.

Second, he does seek to meet my needs and protect me but that is reciprocated, as meeting your partner's needs is a goal from both sides (or should be).

Third, though submission is not 'about' pain, per se, I know I am not the only masochistic submissive in this world, and for us, pain is very much a part of our submission. There are many facets to my submission, and more nuances than I could possibly explain, but included in this delicate mix is certainly the pain I endure, whether for punishment or pleasure.

Maybe I am being too analytical today? :)

Ability to Submit

 

06/22/2014

So very true

Why don't some people understand this?

For My Daddy

06/15/2014

It may have taken me 26 years, but I found my daddy; and you were worth the wait. :)

Throughout every turn my life has taken for the last 3 years, I have always had you with me, along for the ride.

You've calmed me.

You've comforted me.

You've taught me.

You've corrected me.

You've loved me.

I absolutely adore being your little girl.  

Happy Father's Day, Sir.

My mother may have taught me to speak.......but my father has taught me to choose my words wisely; and for that matter, when to shut my mouth. 

Life taught me to fight......but my father has taught me to pick my battles. 

Giving in doesn't necessarily mean giving up & not every question has a logical answer. 

"No" means No.......and for no other reason than he said so. 

I may often times see the worst in others......but that doesn't ever mean I don't have to personally do my best. 

Patience is acquired not innate......I may not have been blessed with the virtue, but I am capable of learning it. 

Someone else being wrong does not necessarily make me right.  

"Fair" is a 4-letter F word......he defines it and my agreeing is irrelevant. ;)

Some things in this world I can not control........my reactions to this world, I can. 

Beginning any conversation with "I love you Daddy" will *always* get the same response:   "what did you do?" 

Driving is a privilege, not a right......and traffic tickets are *not* appropriate "collectibles." 

There is not a fear in this world that his voice can not ease.......and no stressor that wont quickly dissipate when he wraps me in his arms. 

Every bratty action has an opposite & equal disciplinary reaction. 

Never settle.......period. 

"Most girls" may be vulgar, unruly brats......I am *not* 'most girls'....I am different because I am *His.* 

Ignorance is not curable......my pointing it out & getting angry, still ain't fixing the problem. 

A disapproving look can break my heart........the tone, not volume, of his voice can make me cry.

Loving & trusting may be difficult but it is essential to happiness. 

When life is hectic and I think I may go crazy, I can run to him and hide away from the world is his strong arms for a while and regain my sanity draped OTK.

Some lessons taught through his words......others through his actions......and several over his knee.......all equally important. Being a parent is the most difficult job in this world, but by far the most rewarding. The most incredible thing is this man never *had* to raise me.....he *chose* to. I learn more from him every day; his strength, his devotion, his character.....in a word: amazing.  

I love you so much, Dad, for everything you do, everything you are and everything you are helping me to become. I love the sound of your voice. I love your smell. I love the security I feel enveloped in your strong arms. I love your smile. I love your laugh. I might even love your incredibly intense penetrating glares and all-business tone of voice when I am in trouble. :)  I love your touch. I love your eyes. I love the way I smile when my phone sounds your ring tone. I love the delicious anticipation and my stomach tightening as I get ready to face you for my naughtiness. I love your massive paws. I love (to hate) your belt. :) If I left anything out.....I love it too.  :)  

Happy Father's Day, Daddy!
 
I love you. 

~~~Your Little Girl~~~

Some Girls

 

So completely true.

 

A few lucky, naughty girls will find perfection in dominance like this.

 

I'm thankful to be one of them.

 





Memorial Day

***Repost: Memorial Day***

05/26/2014

This irritation began a couple weeks ago when I overheard a large home improvement company's commercial detailing their upcoming sales and insisting that Memorial Day was all about home improvement, summer kickoffs and family BBQs. I was annoyed enough to send an email reminding their corporate office what this holiday is truly about. 

Ah but the ignorance is an epidemic in this country. Over the last week I have heard similar advertisements on the radio while driving and seen several "Happy Memorial Day" signs and banners. Then of course come the idiots who say those 3 words together in conversation with me personally.......

"Happy Memorial Day."

Really?? You have got to be kidding me. I "get it".....fortunately, not all of America has worn the uniform of this country or stood behind the brave soul who has. We......the military & their families......are the minority. That fact never escapes me and I'm not offended knowing we are a minority......honestly, the majority could not experience what we have on a personal level. Sending your spouse, child, sibling or parent off to fight in a war half-way around the world for months on end never knowing if they will return this time. Watching your loved one jerk in their sleep while calling out comrades names, or waking at the slightest sound, or watching CNN coverage scanning for friends names. Realizing that while your soldier came home from war, they have brought the war home with them and there is nothing you can do to help ease that burden. 

Then of course there is an even smaller sub-group to our minority. Maybe you know one of us personally. Perhaps we are your neighbor or co-worker or fellow parent on the PTA. "We" are members of a club that no one ever wants to join.....we are the families left behind by the servicemen & women who have paid the ultimate sacrifice for this country. 

As I said earlier, I "get it"......you may not be able to relate so I try to be understanding and phrase it in a way that will make some sense. While every American may not have military experience.......we ALL have memorial experience. We have all loved and we have all lost. We have all attended a wake, memorial service or funeral. How inappropriate would it have been if during your mothers' funeral service, a well-wisher told you "congratulations"??? Or better yet, made their way to express their condolences and then immediately shared their home improvement and BBQ planning with you??? How offended would you be if you heard someone say "Happy 9/11"??? Makes a little more sense now, huh???

Here are some numbers I think every American should see on this sacred holiday each May:

Revolutionary War: Fought 1775-1783: 4,435 confirmed American deaths.

War of 1812: Fought 1812-1815: 2,260 confirmed American deaths.

Mexican War: Fought 1846-1848: 13,283 confirmed American deaths.

American Civil War: Fought 1861-1865: 498,332 confirmed American deaths.

Spanish-American War: Fought 1898: 2,446 confirmed American deaths.

World War I: Fought 1917-1918: 116,516 confirmed American deaths.

World War II: Fought 1941-1946: 405,399 confirmed American deaths.

Korean War: Fought 1950-1953: 36,574 confirmed American deaths.

Vietnam War: Fought 1964-1973: 58,209 confirmed American deaths.

Persian Gulf War: Fought 1990-1991: 382 confirmed American deaths.

Global War on Terror (OIF/OND/OEF): Fought 2001-present: 6,708 confirmed American deaths.

Those are ONLY the numbers from our major conflicts......not included are several thousand more brave servicemen killed in various operations or conflicts since our country's inception. Aside from the aforementioned well-known wars, we have lost thousands wearing our country's uniform in little-known conflicts such as: Quasi War, 1st & 2nd Barbary Wars, Various Indian Conflicts (Seminole, Blackhawk, Bannock, Modoc, Great Sioux, Ghost Dance, Sugar Point, etc), American occupations of other countries without a declaration of war (Haiti, Nicaragua, etc), Military action against pirates in 1800s, Battle of Mogadishu in Somalia 1993, and several more I am sure I've not mentioned here. We lost lives in every single one of these conflicts.

Add to those numbers the thousands who have died in training exercises, friendly-fire incidents, downed aircraft. Or the men & women of Ft. Hood, TX who were *at home* receiving medical care after an overseas deployment only to be shot by a coward hiding behind the same uniform. 

What about the hundreds who remain listed officially as Missing in Action?? Or our tens of thousands of Wounded in Action?? Or the men and women who have come home physically whole but an emotional wreck?? The thousands of veterans who have lost their psychological battle and tragically taken their own lives?? Those who continue to struggle with the loss of their battle-buddies and suffer silently with survivor's guilt for the rest of their lives??

This holiday is about remembrance. And behind every man or woman who has worn the uniform of our country and supported our way of life, is a family serving silently behind them offering support and continuing with life back home. Our military is a volunteer service, so each man or woman who enlists or is commissioned has chosen this way of life.......for their families, we had no choice......we simply love our service member. 

How helpless did you feel on Sept. 11th watching passenger jets flown into our occupied office buildings?? What about just last month, watching in horror as explosives ripped through the Boston Marathon on Patriot's Day?? As rare as these attacks on our own soil are, when they happen it is terrifying.......but understand that in many parts of the world violence, terror and oppression are the norm.......it is because of our brave military that these events happen far less frequently in America. 

Enjoy your 3-day weekend, paint your house, have a BBQ, mend your fence......but please think for a moment about the men & women who gave their lives to afford you those opportunities. And before you say something as offensive as, "Happy Memorial Day" to others, remember that some of us are tied in a very personal way to the true meaning of this sacred day. There is nothing "happy" about a black sedan carrying military brass pulling up in front of a home to tell a woman her husband was killed in action. Nothing "happy" about parents burying their son or daughter. Nothing "happy" about hearing Taps and a 21 gun salute and watching as a flag is folded and handed to a little girl, on behalf of a grateful nation as she buries her daddy.......that flag will not walk her down the aisle at her wedding. A Purple Heart doesn't go a long way in consoling a grieving spouse. A Gold Star can't chase the "monsters" out from under a little boys bed. 

To those who have served, are serving now and will serve in the future: Thank You.

"Our debt to the heroic men and valiant women in the service of our country can never be repaid; they have earned our undying gratitude, America will never forget their sacrifices." 
---President Harry S. Truman

Constructing His Good Girl

 05/09/2014

I'm certainly not the 'perfect' submissive. Far from it actually. But I am almost certain that some day I will be; though I don't get hung up on how long that may take. Because for now, I happily remain your 'project.'

I was lost when we met one another.

Like a jigsaw puzzle all shaken apart. 

You've patiently spent the time and effort to sort me out, to put me back together, to find the missing pieces and create new ones for those I had lost along the way. 

When I test you, you stand firm.

When I push you away, you pull me closer to you.

When I stumble, you're always there with a strong arm to catch me, a firm tone to scold me and a hard hand to punish me.

When I wall myself away from the world, you can somehow speak to my heart.

I love the way you love me. I love the care and compassion you show. I hope I reciprocate this to you, Sir.

There are very few places in this world where I am happier than kneeling in front of you. Over your knee and in your strong arms are certainly contenders.

I respect you for the man you are, as well as for the man you are not. While I could enjoy a scene with a compelling Dom who was a wreck in other facets of his life, I could never truly respect him. I have no such concerns with you, you are my ideal. In scene and out.....at work, home or play you are an amazing man.

I adore your inner sadist and relish the opportunity to play with him. Your voice, your eyes, your touch.....mesmerizing. You give me what I need, always, whether I even know myself what that may be.

I love belonging to you and I understand what a privilege it is to be owned by you, to have the label "Mine." Follow it up with whatever term fits in the moment: daughter, naughty girl, submissive, pain slut, property, masochist, good girl, project......I adore them all.