I did not expect to see Daddy until tomorrow…but as I lay in bed, using my Hitatchi Magic Wand before sleeping, I got a text from Daddy. He said he could come over if I wanted to which I replied, “Yes! Yes! Yes!” He arrived about twenty minutes later and we talked about our days and watched a bit of TV before heading back to the bedroom.
I was excited, but I had no idea what a night lay before me. I sucked his cock, which I love to do very much, lubing it up so he could fuck me…and fuck me he did. I have never been fucked like that in my life. It went on and on and on until my eyes were rolling back, my breath caught in my chest, and I came and came and came, shaking and dripping with sweat. I felt thoroughly used in the best way possible and also felt exposed and vulnerable. Afterwards, Daddy held me in his arms, where I fell asleep, content in the knowledge of his love and protection.
When we woke up this morning, still in each other’s arms, I began touching Daddy’s body, my fingers wandering all over his body…I cupped his balls, stroked his cock, ran my fingers over his sexy chest. Daddy knew what I was getting at and teased me that this was my way of saying I wanted to be his little fuckdoll again. I said, in my sweet little girl voice, “Daddy, I want your cock in me again!” Needless to say, that fired him up and before I knew it, I was on my back again with my legs spread, getting pounded by the man I love. I was still feeling it from the night before, so this making love was also very intense. After cumming yet again, I was exhausted, but we had to get ready for the day. After breakfast and packing up for the day, I realized that we had fifteen minutes before we had to leave. So guess what we did?!
Ah quickies…I love you! Maybe it’s the danger of running late, maybe it’s the spontaneity of the heat of the moment, but quickies are awesome! I left my socks and sports bra on and pulled my breasts out of the bra so my nipples were exposed and breasts gently cupped, the sight of which turned both Daddy and I on really fast. We both came in less than ten minutes, which in this case is a very good thing. Just goes to show what you can do with two naked bodies and a couple of minutes!
Tuesday, July 27, 2010
Saturday, July 24, 2010
Friday, July 23, 2010
A Wet Subject
I do not understand how some can say that female ejaculation does not exist. I have now squirted several times, much to the delight of me and my Master. The first time it happened, I was playing with myself, toying with my clit, and I decided to insert a finger, not something I usually do. It felt really nice this time though, so I kept going. I felt a strange sensation, a building up of tension and before I knew it, there was a small puddle on the floor beneath me. I was shocked: Had I just squirted? I read online about female ejaculation and what other women described seemed similar to my experience.
The first time another person made me squirt was just a few weeks ago. My Master was using my body and I was loving it, feeling the pleasure run up and down my spine. Master decided to multiply that pleasure and placed my Hitatchi Magic Wand directly on my clit as he continued to fuck me. Then, as I felt the intensity increase as he began to pound me even more insistently and harder, just the way I love and crave, I felt that strange urge, the need for release. I told my Master that I thought I might squirt soon and he encouraged me to do so. As soon as I had permission, I lost all control and my muscles contracted tightly as he hit my G-spot in just the right way. We both looked down as we heard the rush of fluid and felt my pussy loosen with the new lubrication. I was shaking, my face red with embarrassment at the vulnerability of having just squirted in front of the man I love. I looked at the wet stain on the bed, clear in color and having no odor of any kind…
Then on Wednesday, after our little’s date, Daddy fucked me several times throughout the day. After already having accomplished going out in public while diapered, I figured the day’s “firsts” were over. Boy, was I wrong! No one was more surprised than me when Daddy fucked me yet again and after particularly getting into it, we both felt wetness in my pussy. While it wasn’t as strong as the last time, I did squirt again and most importantly, I squirted from Daddy’s cock alone! I felt the pressure again, the pleasure, and the intense feelings afterward. Daddy is so proud of his little girl, who went through so much in just one day!
The first time another person made me squirt was just a few weeks ago. My Master was using my body and I was loving it, feeling the pleasure run up and down my spine. Master decided to multiply that pleasure and placed my Hitatchi Magic Wand directly on my clit as he continued to fuck me. Then, as I felt the intensity increase as he began to pound me even more insistently and harder, just the way I love and crave, I felt that strange urge, the need for release. I told my Master that I thought I might squirt soon and he encouraged me to do so. As soon as I had permission, I lost all control and my muscles contracted tightly as he hit my G-spot in just the right way. We both looked down as we heard the rush of fluid and felt my pussy loosen with the new lubrication. I was shaking, my face red with embarrassment at the vulnerability of having just squirted in front of the man I love. I looked at the wet stain on the bed, clear in color and having no odor of any kind…
Then on Wednesday, after our little’s date, Daddy fucked me several times throughout the day. After already having accomplished going out in public while diapered, I figured the day’s “firsts” were over. Boy, was I wrong! No one was more surprised than me when Daddy fucked me yet again and after particularly getting into it, we both felt wetness in my pussy. While it wasn’t as strong as the last time, I did squirt again and most importantly, I squirted from Daddy’s cock alone! I felt the pressure again, the pleasure, and the intense feelings afterward. Daddy is so proud of his little girl, who went through so much in just one day!
Thursday, July 22, 2010
Diapered in Public for the First Time!
Yesterday, Daddy took me on a little’s date and it was so much fun! It reminded me lots of Daddy and my first date a million years ago because we went to the mall, got pizza, and saw a movie just like we did on that frosty day months before. I love going out with Daddy, just him and me, lots of cuddling, hand holding, and affection. But there was something different about yesterday’s date…I was diapered in public for the very first time!
First off, Daddy is feeling better after being sick with a summer cold. Being my day off, I drove over to Daddy’s house and picked him up. He said that he saw a rummage sale with a big crib so we went and picked that up (for only 10 dollars!) and brought it to our apartment. After putting everything away, we looked at times for the movie we wanted to see, and Daddy asked if I wanted to keep on the clothes I had on (a tunic and leggings). He told me he wanted to diaper me, that I was far too little to be allowed into the big girl’s bathroom all by myself, that he knew best, and that I was not to argue with him. Meekly, I lay down on our big bed and felt the pleasure run through me as Daddy wiped my bottom and pussy, lotioned and powered me, and placed a thick Bambino underneath me, one of the last ones still unused by us (luckily, we ordered more which should be arriving tomorrow!!!). I felt his strong hands secure me into my cushy diaper, taping me in with deft fingers and helping me up. Daddy dressed me in a jean skirt, which fit a lot tighter after being diapered, and a pretty white peasant blouse with flip flops. When I was all ready, we made our way downstairs and I took a deep breath and stepped outside in a diaper for the first time in my life since I was an infant.
It felt like a whole new world. As cars passed by on the busy street, I secretly wondered if any of them could see the bulge under my skirt, if anyone would be able to hear the crinkle and rustle of the diaper next to my skin. Being a very hot day outside, I began to sweat in the diaper almost immediately. We got into the car and I could feel the cushy bottom pressing against the car seat and the waist band tugging at my belly. I was constantly conscious of it during the drive to the mall. When we arrived, Daddy came and got me out of the car and I held onto his hand like a good girl as we walked (and I somewhat waddled) into the mall, sure that everyone was staring at me.
We ate lunch in the food court, side by side, and Daddy cut up my spaghetti for me. I got a little bit on my blouse and Daddy teased me that I really need to get a bib so I don’t always spill all over myself. Then we went to the movie, Despicable Me, which was very cute and Daddy/babygirl friendly. There were a few scary moments but Daddy hugged me close and made it all better. During the movie, I had the urge to pee, but I remembered that Daddy had told me that big girl potties were off limits to me now. After trying for a few minutes to go, I crouched down and relieved the pressure of my pussy on the movie theater seat and was able to go almost instantly. Just like that, crouched down in the dark movie theater, holding onto my handsome Daddy, I peed myself in public, only a few rows away from other moviegoers. No one else saw of course! I told Daddy what I had done and felt the warm squishy feeling between my legs, the diaper already sagging from the weight of the fluid.
I stayed in my wet diaper until we got home, about an hour later. Daddy laid me on the bed, cleaned me up, and to my surprise, pulled out another diaper. Having just undergone a major ordeal in my opinion, I was not happy that Daddy wanted to diaper me again. I protested, saying, “Daddy, I am a big girl, I don’t need diapers!” But Daddy got very stern with me, angry that I would defy him. I rolled away from him as he began to diaper me, trying to get away from the diaper. In so doing, I bared my bottom, which Daddy promptly spanked. He pulled me over his knee and gave me about ten good swats, telling me that this is the punishment for bad girls who don’t cooperate. Submissive now, I no longer protested as Daddy secured the new diaper on me. He even put a plastic sheet on the bed, saying I might wet myself so we needed this protection. Humiliated, I could feel my cheeks burn with embarrassment.
Luckily for me, I didn’t stay diapered for too long. Realizing that I was getting off on Daddy being so controlling and dominating yet loving at the same time, Daddy literally ripped off my diaper and began to fuck me, whispering in my ear about me being such an incestuous little baby slave. He commanded me to cum, and the force in his tone and the feeling of him thrusting into me made me obey, my body squeezing out shudders almost against my will. I could hear the crinkling of the plastic sheet beneath me as Daddy pounded into me again and again. This was just the beginning of a very erotic night for us, more details of which will be coming soon!
First off, Daddy is feeling better after being sick with a summer cold. Being my day off, I drove over to Daddy’s house and picked him up. He said that he saw a rummage sale with a big crib so we went and picked that up (for only 10 dollars!) and brought it to our apartment. After putting everything away, we looked at times for the movie we wanted to see, and Daddy asked if I wanted to keep on the clothes I had on (a tunic and leggings). He told me he wanted to diaper me, that I was far too little to be allowed into the big girl’s bathroom all by myself, that he knew best, and that I was not to argue with him. Meekly, I lay down on our big bed and felt the pleasure run through me as Daddy wiped my bottom and pussy, lotioned and powered me, and placed a thick Bambino underneath me, one of the last ones still unused by us (luckily, we ordered more which should be arriving tomorrow!!!). I felt his strong hands secure me into my cushy diaper, taping me in with deft fingers and helping me up. Daddy dressed me in a jean skirt, which fit a lot tighter after being diapered, and a pretty white peasant blouse with flip flops. When I was all ready, we made our way downstairs and I took a deep breath and stepped outside in a diaper for the first time in my life since I was an infant.
It felt like a whole new world. As cars passed by on the busy street, I secretly wondered if any of them could see the bulge under my skirt, if anyone would be able to hear the crinkle and rustle of the diaper next to my skin. Being a very hot day outside, I began to sweat in the diaper almost immediately. We got into the car and I could feel the cushy bottom pressing against the car seat and the waist band tugging at my belly. I was constantly conscious of it during the drive to the mall. When we arrived, Daddy came and got me out of the car and I held onto his hand like a good girl as we walked (and I somewhat waddled) into the mall, sure that everyone was staring at me.
We ate lunch in the food court, side by side, and Daddy cut up my spaghetti for me. I got a little bit on my blouse and Daddy teased me that I really need to get a bib so I don’t always spill all over myself. Then we went to the movie, Despicable Me, which was very cute and Daddy/babygirl friendly. There were a few scary moments but Daddy hugged me close and made it all better. During the movie, I had the urge to pee, but I remembered that Daddy had told me that big girl potties were off limits to me now. After trying for a few minutes to go, I crouched down and relieved the pressure of my pussy on the movie theater seat and was able to go almost instantly. Just like that, crouched down in the dark movie theater, holding onto my handsome Daddy, I peed myself in public, only a few rows away from other moviegoers. No one else saw of course! I told Daddy what I had done and felt the warm squishy feeling between my legs, the diaper already sagging from the weight of the fluid.
I stayed in my wet diaper until we got home, about an hour later. Daddy laid me on the bed, cleaned me up, and to my surprise, pulled out another diaper. Having just undergone a major ordeal in my opinion, I was not happy that Daddy wanted to diaper me again. I protested, saying, “Daddy, I am a big girl, I don’t need diapers!” But Daddy got very stern with me, angry that I would defy him. I rolled away from him as he began to diaper me, trying to get away from the diaper. In so doing, I bared my bottom, which Daddy promptly spanked. He pulled me over his knee and gave me about ten good swats, telling me that this is the punishment for bad girls who don’t cooperate. Submissive now, I no longer protested as Daddy secured the new diaper on me. He even put a plastic sheet on the bed, saying I might wet myself so we needed this protection. Humiliated, I could feel my cheeks burn with embarrassment.
Luckily for me, I didn’t stay diapered for too long. Realizing that I was getting off on Daddy being so controlling and dominating yet loving at the same time, Daddy literally ripped off my diaper and began to fuck me, whispering in my ear about me being such an incestuous little baby slave. He commanded me to cum, and the force in his tone and the feeling of him thrusting into me made me obey, my body squeezing out shudders almost against my will. I could hear the crinkling of the plastic sheet beneath me as Daddy pounded into me again and again. This was just the beginning of a very erotic night for us, more details of which will be coming soon!
Wednesday, July 21, 2010
BDSM and Your Past
I saw a new discussion on Fetlife last night that really intrigued me, as it is an issue that touches me personally. A girl asked if other people view their BDSM and particularly Daddy/little girl relationships as addressing past abuse and Daddy issues. After a fair bit of thought I posted this response:
"I think most people on this planet have Daddy issues, myself including. It seems to me that some of these people with issues find an outlet for their past struggles and issues in the D/lg lifestyle and some into ageplay are into it as a fetish purely. Similarly, some people with abusive pasts may find the BDSM commmunitty welcoming and therapeutic. Of course, not all people with rough pasts are kinky, nor are all kinky people scarred in some way. I do not think there is a right or wrong way to approach any legal, safe, and sane kink just as there are many ways of expressing one's self through sexuality in general. If you find healing and therapy through your ageplay, more power to you! If it is enjoyable in any way, shape, or form, more power to you!
For me personally, my Daddy is my lover, my best friend, my future husband. He is the center of my world, grounding me and at the same time, helping me to soar. The dynamic makes me feel taken care of, controlled in a good way, very submissive, and fulfilled in ways I never expected. It is wonderful to know that there is someone who loves you unconditionally and wants you by their side always. I am sure that it is helping me work out my own Daddy issues, but it seems to me to be more of a positive side effect than my main goal. Hope this helps!"
So, what do you think? Do you use BDSM as therapy of sorts? Do you think most kinksters do? Or is it just something we do because we love it? I am not sure we will ever find an answer, but it is an interesting question...
"I think most people on this planet have Daddy issues, myself including. It seems to me that some of these people with issues find an outlet for their past struggles and issues in the D/lg lifestyle and some into ageplay are into it as a fetish purely. Similarly, some people with abusive pasts may find the BDSM commmunitty welcoming and therapeutic. Of course, not all people with rough pasts are kinky, nor are all kinky people scarred in some way. I do not think there is a right or wrong way to approach any legal, safe, and sane kink just as there are many ways of expressing one's self through sexuality in general. If you find healing and therapy through your ageplay, more power to you! If it is enjoyable in any way, shape, or form, more power to you!
For me personally, my Daddy is my lover, my best friend, my future husband. He is the center of my world, grounding me and at the same time, helping me to soar. The dynamic makes me feel taken care of, controlled in a good way, very submissive, and fulfilled in ways I never expected. It is wonderful to know that there is someone who loves you unconditionally and wants you by their side always. I am sure that it is helping me work out my own Daddy issues, but it seems to me to be more of a positive side effect than my main goal. Hope this helps!"
So, what do you think? Do you use BDSM as therapy of sorts? Do you think most kinksters do? Or is it just something we do because we love it? I am not sure we will ever find an answer, but it is an interesting question...
Tuesday, July 20, 2010
Uh-Oh!
Daddy's sick! He has one of those nasty, creep-up-on-you summer colds that leaves you feeling drained and sore. I hate to see him I wiped out like this...it makes me unsure of how I can best take care of HIM for a change. Unfortunately, there isn't much I can do at this point, but I can comfort him, try to make him as comfy as possible, and support him through this tough time. I am hoping I don't catch whatever he has but that hasn't stopped me from kissing him!!!
This does also mean that we are abstaining from sex for the past few days. While I miss it, I love him more...and I know that when we do make love again, it will be wonderfully intense. In the meantime, I always have my Hitatchi Magic Wand and Daddy's voice in my ear to get me along. Take care Daddy! Your little girl loves you sooo much!
This does also mean that we are abstaining from sex for the past few days. While I miss it, I love him more...and I know that when we do make love again, it will be wonderfully intense. In the meantime, I always have my Hitatchi Magic Wand and Daddy's voice in my ear to get me along. Take care Daddy! Your little girl loves you sooo much!
Friday, July 16, 2010
6 Months
Yesterday was our 6 month anniversary!!! Unfortunately, I had to work and stay at school until it was late, so we celebrated on Wednesday instead. It was such a great day, getting to lounge and spend all day with Daddy. We went out shopping a little bit to pick up some things we have been looking for and got KFC for dinner (yum!). It was nothing fancy, just us, just the way I like it :)
Of course, there was lots of making love as well. Every so often, we would end up back in the bedroom, lying naked in bed together. We bought curtains for our bedroom since the sun is so bright and always wakes us up too early so we tried them out by having a lovely mid-afternoon nap together.
At night, when Daddy was getting ready to go to bed, I put on my pretty pink ball-gag and stripped down to my panties and lay on the bed waiting for him. When he saw me like that, he came over and whispered in my ear that he wanted me to play with myself and to cum if I could, screaming and moaning into the gag. I obliged him and began writhing around on the bed next to him. All sorts of kinky images popped into my head and Daddy began telling me about new kinky ideas he has for us, ideas that pushed me over the edge and made me cum like a freight train, being so loud I was afraid the neighbors would complain.
Daddy then used me as his little fuckdoll and I moaned and groaned underneath him as he pounded me harder and harder, making me squeal in delight at the delicious shudders running through my body. Daddy came quickly, so turned on was he at all the things we had been talking about. He squirted me with his cum on my tummy and kissed me before falling over, exhausted. We had a sound night's sleep that night!
Friday, July 9, 2010
Today
Today I visited Daddy....
While there was plenty of cuddling and kisses and sweet nothings, there was also a bit of rough play, the kind I really get a kick out of. I was wearing a short skirt and lay down on the sofa to reveal my creamy thighs and round buttocks, flashing my little girl panties with bows on them at Daddy. I took his hand and ran it across my skin, already losing myself in the pleasure of his touch on my delicate parts. He leaned down and whispered, "Do you want to be spanked?" I nodded my head yes, but Daddy said I needed to use my words and tell him what I wanted. So like the good kinky little girl that I am, I said, "Daddy, I want to be spanked."
And spanked I was! Daddy hit me hard, using his hand over and over again, hitting the same spots time and again. The thuds were so powerful that they rocked my whole body and I squealed in pain and delight. Calling me his little masochistic pain slut, Daddy smacked my bottom again and again and again! Once I was warmed up, Daddy took a seat on the end of the sofa and put my head into his lap. He pulled out his cock and stuck it into my mouth, filling my pretty mouth while I still felt the keen sting of the spanking. I went to town on his big cock, sucking, tonguing, moving, and taking it deep so that I choked on his hard length. As I sucked him, he spanked my tender ass some more. After a few minutes of this, I was getting slobbery and very turned on. Daddy then asked me if I wanted to be thrown over the sofa and stuffed. Of course, I said yes right away, excited since I hadn't expected to be penetrated during this visit. Daddy stood me up and bend me over the sofa, forcing my head down and my legs apart. I felt his cock pressing against my swollen lips, teasing me until I felt his head press into my soft and wet pussy.
After a minute, my pussy loosened up and took in his whole length. The feeling was incredible! With a big height difference, positions other than missionary aren't easy for us and it felt so different to be penetrated from behind. It made me feel submissive, first off, with my man behind me, grabbing my hips and pulling me back onto his cock, seeing him stand and thrust into me again and again...the feeling was almost overwhelming and my knees shook a little as I tried to keep standing as the pleasure was so intense! Second, the position made me feel a bit like an animal, used and objectified (in a good way!). The mindset combined with the different sensations drove me over the edge. After Daddy pulled out, I was a good girl and cleaned my pussy juices off of his cock, sealing the deal with a sweet kiss :)
While there was plenty of cuddling and kisses and sweet nothings, there was also a bit of rough play, the kind I really get a kick out of. I was wearing a short skirt and lay down on the sofa to reveal my creamy thighs and round buttocks, flashing my little girl panties with bows on them at Daddy. I took his hand and ran it across my skin, already losing myself in the pleasure of his touch on my delicate parts. He leaned down and whispered, "Do you want to be spanked?" I nodded my head yes, but Daddy said I needed to use my words and tell him what I wanted. So like the good kinky little girl that I am, I said, "Daddy, I want to be spanked."
And spanked I was! Daddy hit me hard, using his hand over and over again, hitting the same spots time and again. The thuds were so powerful that they rocked my whole body and I squealed in pain and delight. Calling me his little masochistic pain slut, Daddy smacked my bottom again and again and again! Once I was warmed up, Daddy took a seat on the end of the sofa and put my head into his lap. He pulled out his cock and stuck it into my mouth, filling my pretty mouth while I still felt the keen sting of the spanking. I went to town on his big cock, sucking, tonguing, moving, and taking it deep so that I choked on his hard length. As I sucked him, he spanked my tender ass some more. After a few minutes of this, I was getting slobbery and very turned on. Daddy then asked me if I wanted to be thrown over the sofa and stuffed. Of course, I said yes right away, excited since I hadn't expected to be penetrated during this visit. Daddy stood me up and bend me over the sofa, forcing my head down and my legs apart. I felt his cock pressing against my swollen lips, teasing me until I felt his head press into my soft and wet pussy.
After a minute, my pussy loosened up and took in his whole length. The feeling was incredible! With a big height difference, positions other than missionary aren't easy for us and it felt so different to be penetrated from behind. It made me feel submissive, first off, with my man behind me, grabbing my hips and pulling me back onto his cock, seeing him stand and thrust into me again and again...the feeling was almost overwhelming and my knees shook a little as I tried to keep standing as the pleasure was so intense! Second, the position made me feel a bit like an animal, used and objectified (in a good way!). The mindset combined with the different sensations drove me over the edge. After Daddy pulled out, I was a good girl and cleaned my pussy juices off of his cock, sealing the deal with a sweet kiss :)
Friday, July 2, 2010
Spanking
Hi all! Since I had a reply saying that spanking and discipline is a core fetish, I thought I would touch on the subject. Before I ever began playing in the fetish world, the idea alone of spanking and other impact play would seriously turn me on, the kind of frustration that would keep me tossing and turning in the sheets for nights on end. I tried self-spanking, with hands and belts, but never really felt like I was getting the kind of sensation I was looking for. Even now, I realize I am aiming for more of a "thuddy" feeling than a "stingy" one.
But once I met my Master and began receiving real spankings, I realized that they were different than I had imagined, mostly because even in my fantasies, I was "controlling" how long a spanking went on, even imagining the exact spots I would be hit. In a real spanking, when you are held down over someone's knee, you have no control over where you will be hit, how hard, with what, and how long. At first, that scared me a bit, but now I have come to love that loss of control on my part, placing myself in Daddy's hands and riding out the pain. I am a little pain slut sometimes and beg for more spankings, which pleases Daddy and he gladly gives me more.
Spanking is a regular item on the menu for us, although it often involves just a few swats here and a few spankings there. We don't sit down and have a spanking go on for a half an hour in other words. It's a warm-up for other activities and is usually not an end in itself. We usually do bare-handed, but we do have a riding crop, flogger, and a paddle (which I do not like because it is so very stingy)! I usually lie on the bed but OTK is a favorite as well.
As far as discipline goes, that is a tricky matter. I am a good girl for Daddy, naturally sweet, submissive and compliant. If I am sassy or naughty, Daddy will tweak my nose or tap it and say, "No," and I usually quiet myself right away. The only time I have actually received a spanking as punishment spanking was on our first date, when I "forgot" to wear panties. Daddy has said that he would much prefer that I just ask for a spanking if I want one, rather than purposefully acting out in order to get one. And being a sweet princess, I am quite happy to go along with that plan...plus the humilation of having to ask for a spanking is a delicious appetizer to what's about to happen :)
But once I met my Master and began receiving real spankings, I realized that they were different than I had imagined, mostly because even in my fantasies, I was "controlling" how long a spanking went on, even imagining the exact spots I would be hit. In a real spanking, when you are held down over someone's knee, you have no control over where you will be hit, how hard, with what, and how long. At first, that scared me a bit, but now I have come to love that loss of control on my part, placing myself in Daddy's hands and riding out the pain. I am a little pain slut sometimes and beg for more spankings, which pleases Daddy and he gladly gives me more.
Spanking is a regular item on the menu for us, although it often involves just a few swats here and a few spankings there. We don't sit down and have a spanking go on for a half an hour in other words. It's a warm-up for other activities and is usually not an end in itself. We usually do bare-handed, but we do have a riding crop, flogger, and a paddle (which I do not like because it is so very stingy)! I usually lie on the bed but OTK is a favorite as well.
As far as discipline goes, that is a tricky matter. I am a good girl for Daddy, naturally sweet, submissive and compliant. If I am sassy or naughty, Daddy will tweak my nose or tap it and say, "No," and I usually quiet myself right away. The only time I have actually received a spanking as punishment spanking was on our first date, when I "forgot" to wear panties. Daddy has said that he would much prefer that I just ask for a spanking if I want one, rather than purposefully acting out in order to get one. And being a sweet princess, I am quite happy to go along with that plan...plus the humilation of having to ask for a spanking is a delicious appetizer to what's about to happen :)
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