When I awoke yesterday morning, I could feel real life come crashing back in. When the Vanilla world starts melting into my happy DD/bg home life, the results are rarely harmonious. The kids have been on their February break, and I (and Daddy) in turn have also taken some time off. We have both let some things slide for a few days and I woke up feeling like I had the weight of the world on my shoulders. Daddy and I are also putting together a new business venture and that has eaten up all of our time over the last 6 weeks. Things are coming down to the wire and we are both beginning to feel extremely stressed. The added pressure of feeling like my house was beginning to fall apart was just too much. I take GREAT pride in the way I keep my house. I cannot function in filth and chaos...things must be orderly and neat at all times. Otherwise, I start to feel very unsettled and anxious.
Feelings like these, can only lead to self-destructive behavior on my part. They will lead me to speak inappropriately and out of turn. I also tend to be disrespectful to Daddy and be fresh. And worst of all, I will challenge his authority as HOH. Daddy tells me that this is when I try to act like a "big girl." This sort of behavior is sure to land me in the direct line of fire from the paddle and even the threat of that is not enough to deter me. I am terribly aware of the consequences of my actions and still cannot seem to stop myself.
Yesterday morning started out as such. I should have known the day would not run smoothly when I woke up. I awoke at 4:36 a.m. and tried to get out of bed. Daddy would not let me and this annoyed me greatly. I was under pressure...I had STUFF TO DO!!! By the time I was allowed out of bed, at 6 a.m., I already felt like I was behind the eight ball.
I was being bossy and mouthy. I knew full well that I was pushing Daddy to his breaking point, and I didn't care. When he told me that he didn't like my behavior and why, my response was, "So?!" That was it. Daddy dragged my butt upstairs. threw me over the end of the bed and yanked my pants down. He then proceeded to say, "So you think you're a BIG girl huh? Well, I will show you how BIG girls get treated!" He then paddled my bottom. First one cheek, then the other and then both in unison. The whole time he lectured me about how I have to learn my place. I cried and answered, "Yes Daddy!" I pleaded with him to stop. Eventually he did; but then he sat down next to me and pulled me over his knee. I knew this was NOT over. He then rubbed my bottom with his hand while telling me how much he loved and cherished me. He then explained that this punishment was for my own good. That I must learn to respect my Daddy and not challenge him. I tearfully agreed. Then he gave me another set of twenty hard spankings with his hand. Occasionally stopping to rub my bum and say, "Sshh...it's alright." When the spanking was over, I heaved a sigh of relief. I went to stand up and Daddy pushed me face down back on the bed and held me there with his hand. I could feel him playing with something in his hand. Then I felt him spread my bottom open...I knew what it was! I then felt Daddy's finger slip inside me and I could feel the burning sensation starting to build; a silent spanking. It was a tri-fecta of spankings today! :(
I whimpered softly into the blankets. When he was finished, he stood up and pulled me up next to him. He lifted my chin with his finger and stared into my eyes which were full of tears. He said, "You are going to be my GOOD little girl now...aren't you?" I quietly responded, "Yes Daddy." He kissed the top of my head and said, "Good girl!" Somehow...I felt better. For all the pain and embarrassment, I felt better. When I feel out of control, I need my Daddy to reign me back in and make me feel safe and secure again. I always want Daddy to correct me and show me all the love and attention I need...no matter what the consequences! :)
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Sunday, February 9, 2014
The Revisitation
Today is Sunday and I am 1 day in to a 3 day "Learning" session. I guess I should give you the background, as to why this has happened. Daddy is home for a long weekend. He took an extra day off from work on Monday and we thought last night would be a good night for poker. (On poker night we have several friends over and one or two often stay over so they don't have to drive home) So, on Friday night we had some company over. I WAS trying to be on my best behavior, however, the "best laid plans of mice and men..." and all...ya' know?
I guess I let fly with a lot of cursing, and some snide remarks...but hey...it was poker night! If you wanna' hang with the big boys, you've got to act like a big girl right? Wrong! (According to Daddy.) At one point, after I had TOLD Daddy that I was going to the bathroom instead of ASKING him if I could, he just lost it. He pulled me aside and whispered very hotly in my ear,"You are being a VERY bad little girl! Did you learn NOTHING from our last learning day? Tomorrow, when we get home, a new "Learning Session" will begin. I am home for 3 days. You will be punished and diapered until I go back to work on Tuesday morning. You will learn once and for all that you do not tell Daddy what to do. DADDY is the decision maker! Do you understand me?!" I looked at the floor and nodded shamefully. Well, I was already in for it, so I just enjoyed the rest of my evening. I knew that after our obligatory greasy diner breakfast with the guys on Saturday morning, my a-- was going to get it.
As soon as we got home yesterday morning, Daddy had me take a shower to make sure that I was clean and shaven as I am supposed to be. I thought Daddy was going to bring my clothes into the bathroom as he often does. Instead, when I got out, there were no clothes. I dried off and walked through the house naked to find Daddy. He was sitting in the living room in front of the fireplace. I stood as close as I could get to the fire because I was shivering from still being slightly wet. Daddy got up and came over to me. He kissed and touched my moist body all over. He repeatedly whispered the reasons why he was going to punish me for 3 days, and why I deserved it. He asked me if I understood and if I was ready. I quietly whispered, "Yes Daddy.' He led me up the stairs to the bedroom.
The first thing Daddy did was to put on my onesie and nightgown...making sure to leave my bottom bare. When I was half-dressed, he bent me over the bed and told me that he was going to give me an "easy" spanking to start with just to get me "warmed up." He gave me 20 spanks with his hand and 20 whacks with the paddle. It hurt, but not so bad that I cried. I was still feeling a little defiant and wasn't going to let him see me cry over such an "easy" punishment. Daddy then laid me down on my back and lifted my legs in the air. He then proceeded to put a dose of Bengay inside my bottom before putting a diaper on me. He taped up the diaper while I was moaning because of the cream. He told me that I was NOT a big girl. That I am his BABYDOLL. I do not need to be grown up because I have my Daddy to make all my decisions for me. The diaper was to remind me that I need to CONSTANTLY remember my place in our relationship...as Daddy's baby. He also told me that EVERY time I needed to be changed, I would be punished as well. He did not EVER want to have to revisit the lesson of this "Learning Session". This was already session number 2 for telling Daddy what to do. There would be NO third session for this reason!
Every time Daddy changed me, he spanked me, paddled me and put MORE Bengay inside! I was REALLY beginning to get the message from this experience!
We are right in the middle of my punishment time, so I have to go now. Daddy told me that I had to write about yesterday this morning, but after I am finished I have to get off the computer. :( He says that I will also have to tell you about the rest of my weekend on Tuesday, when it is all over. I don't know what ELSE he has in store...but I will be sure to take mental notes for my next installment.
Sending out Love and Good Vibes to Everyone!
I guess I let fly with a lot of cursing, and some snide remarks...but hey...it was poker night! If you wanna' hang with the big boys, you've got to act like a big girl right? Wrong! (According to Daddy.) At one point, after I had TOLD Daddy that I was going to the bathroom instead of ASKING him if I could, he just lost it. He pulled me aside and whispered very hotly in my ear,"You are being a VERY bad little girl! Did you learn NOTHING from our last learning day? Tomorrow, when we get home, a new "Learning Session" will begin. I am home for 3 days. You will be punished and diapered until I go back to work on Tuesday morning. You will learn once and for all that you do not tell Daddy what to do. DADDY is the decision maker! Do you understand me?!" I looked at the floor and nodded shamefully. Well, I was already in for it, so I just enjoyed the rest of my evening. I knew that after our obligatory greasy diner breakfast with the guys on Saturday morning, my a-- was going to get it.
As soon as we got home yesterday morning, Daddy had me take a shower to make sure that I was clean and shaven as I am supposed to be. I thought Daddy was going to bring my clothes into the bathroom as he often does. Instead, when I got out, there were no clothes. I dried off and walked through the house naked to find Daddy. He was sitting in the living room in front of the fireplace. I stood as close as I could get to the fire because I was shivering from still being slightly wet. Daddy got up and came over to me. He kissed and touched my moist body all over. He repeatedly whispered the reasons why he was going to punish me for 3 days, and why I deserved it. He asked me if I understood and if I was ready. I quietly whispered, "Yes Daddy.' He led me up the stairs to the bedroom.
The first thing Daddy did was to put on my onesie and nightgown...making sure to leave my bottom bare. When I was half-dressed, he bent me over the bed and told me that he was going to give me an "easy" spanking to start with just to get me "warmed up." He gave me 20 spanks with his hand and 20 whacks with the paddle. It hurt, but not so bad that I cried. I was still feeling a little defiant and wasn't going to let him see me cry over such an "easy" punishment. Daddy then laid me down on my back and lifted my legs in the air. He then proceeded to put a dose of Bengay inside my bottom before putting a diaper on me. He taped up the diaper while I was moaning because of the cream. He told me that I was NOT a big girl. That I am his BABYDOLL. I do not need to be grown up because I have my Daddy to make all my decisions for me. The diaper was to remind me that I need to CONSTANTLY remember my place in our relationship...as Daddy's baby. He also told me that EVERY time I needed to be changed, I would be punished as well. He did not EVER want to have to revisit the lesson of this "Learning Session". This was already session number 2 for telling Daddy what to do. There would be NO third session for this reason!
Every time Daddy changed me, he spanked me, paddled me and put MORE Bengay inside! I was REALLY beginning to get the message from this experience!
We are right in the middle of my punishment time, so I have to go now. Daddy told me that I had to write about yesterday this morning, but after I am finished I have to get off the computer. :( He says that I will also have to tell you about the rest of my weekend on Tuesday, when it is all over. I don't know what ELSE he has in store...but I will be sure to take mental notes for my next installment.
Sending out Love and Good Vibes to Everyone!
Friday, February 7, 2014
What DADDY Does With A Girl Who Won't Behave!
So, If you all remember, I had some punishments remaining from the day before for several infractions. The most severe of all, of course, was trying to slap Daddy. Daddy could not paddle me that night because the children were home. He was going to make up for that tonight! We had to go out to run some errands first last night, but I knew I was in for it when I got home! After we arrived home, I got busy doing laundry and making chicken stock for soup the next day. (Hoping Daddy might forget about his promise the day before!)
Once dinner was made and things quieted down, Daddy asked me if I wanted to go get changed. I nodded yes and Daddy led me up the stairs to the bedroom. He slowly removed my clothes...first slipping my shirt up and over my head. Then sliding my pants and undies down around my ankles and slipping them off my feet one at a time. I stood there, shivering in just my socks. Daddy ordered me to put my arms up above my head, which I did. He was going to perform his "inspection" to make sure that I was properly shaven and clean. He slid his hands down my arms and armpits, over my breasts, waist and hips and down my outer thighs and calves and then back up my inner thighs to finally reach HIS pussy. He spent a long time there making sure that every fold and crevice was smooth as a baby. When Daddy was fully satisfied with his inspection, he gently slipped the soft flannel nightgown over my head.
He then kissed my neck and shoulders very softly and whispered..."Are you ready to start your punishment?" I sullenly nodded yes. Daddy took my hand and led me over to the bed. He bent me over it and lifted my nightgown. He then explained to me that this would be the first of MANY spankings that night because of my atrocious behavior the day before. I had behaved VERY badly...going so far as to even try and hit Daddy. For this alone, I was going to be punished severely, but Daddy had also found out that I had gone potty 4 times THAT day without asking him. :( Needless to say, Daddy was VERY disappointed in me.
Daddy started out with a short spanking using his hand, followed by a "light" round of paddling. He said that was just for starters and there would be lots more to come throughout the evening. I was then made to compose myself and go back downstairs so we could continue our evening and have dinner. Every time I would get up for any reason, however, he would turn me over his knee and give me a good spanking. This constant "attention" kept my bottom sore and irritated all night. At one point, I was starting to get just a little fresh, and Daddy immediately brought me upstairs and got out the paddle. He had me up on the bed, and gave me a set of 20 "light" whacks with the paddle. Now let me be clear, when I say "light" this refers to Daddy's idea of what a "light" spanking is...NOT MINE! (It is enough to cause tears but not enough to turn me into a quivering mess.)
The evening progressed much in the same fashion until about 8:30 p.m. when it was time to tuck in the little one. I brushed his teeth, we said goodnight to Daddy, and I tucked him in. I went back to the living room and got on the computer. I told Daddy that I had to finish the chicken stock before going to bed, but as soon as it was done...so was I. Daddy asked me if I was sure I WANTED to go to bed, seeing as how that meant that I would receive the last of my punishment. Now, all of a sudden, I did not feel so tired.
At 11:00 p.m. the soup was all done and I could not keep my eyes open any longer. I told Daddy I was ready for bed. He said okay and we went upstairs. He told me to pile up 2 pillows on the bed and to lay myself over them...bottom up, which I did grudgingly. Daddy also proceeded to give me my pacifier and another pillow to bury my head into. *gulp* This was going to be a bad one! He lectured me about not asking him to go potty and told me that the first 4 sets were JUST for that. My bottom twitched and spasmed in anticipation of the paddle. Daddy kept stroking it on my bottom as he was talking to me...making the waiting SO MUCH worse!
Finally I felt him draw back and let the paddle fly. When it finally connected, it made my whole body lurch forward. Halfway through the first set, I did not know if I could stand it! I was bouncing and jumping all over the bed just trying to hide my bottom from that DAMNED piece of wood! When he finally finished, after what seemed like an eternity, he put the paddle down, came over to where my head was and lifted my face to his. He stroked my back and hair and told me that it was okay. That Daddy was here. He did this for a couple of minutes, then he asked me if I would like to take a break from the spanking. I thankfully and tearfully said yes. He got up and went back behind me. I could hear him squirting lube on something, and then I could feel it on my bottom. All of a sudden, without warning, I felt the string of graduated anal beads slipping into me. As they went deeper and got bigger, I began to resist. The further in they went, the more it hurt. I was moving towards the other side of the bed, just struggling to get away from those horrible things. Daddy warned me that I had better hold still, so I composed myself as best I could and took it. Daddy inserted the beads all the way and left them there while he gave me yet another lecture about my behavior. (I was softly whimpering and moaning the whole time.)
Once Daddy finally took pity on me and removed the beads... I thought my punishment was over for the night. Boy was I wrong! Daddy had one more round with the paddle in store for me. He began wailing on my bottom with LONG, HARD strokes of the paddle which he placed precisely DEAD center. After each stroke he would ask questions like, "Who is your Daddy?" and "Who is Daddy's BabyDoll?" and "Will you EVER raise your hand to Daddy again?" I am quite sure you know that by now, I was a big, snotty, crying mess. I could barely answer his questions through the gasping and the tears. By the time he was finished, I was limp, bawling and pretty pathetic to look at. Daddy quickly put down the paddle and rushed to gather me up in his arms. He rubbed my back, wiped my tears and kissed my head. He rocked me gently while whispering, "Sshh...It's all over now."
I know that what I did DEFINITELY deserved a punishment of this severity...but that does not mean that I like it, or find it easy to submit to. It isn't, but such is my level of commitment and submission to Daddy, that I will take whatever punishment he deems necessary. I am grateful that he thinks I am SO important and worthy of his time and attention. Thank you Daddy. I love you!
Once dinner was made and things quieted down, Daddy asked me if I wanted to go get changed. I nodded yes and Daddy led me up the stairs to the bedroom. He slowly removed my clothes...first slipping my shirt up and over my head. Then sliding my pants and undies down around my ankles and slipping them off my feet one at a time. I stood there, shivering in just my socks. Daddy ordered me to put my arms up above my head, which I did. He was going to perform his "inspection" to make sure that I was properly shaven and clean. He slid his hands down my arms and armpits, over my breasts, waist and hips and down my outer thighs and calves and then back up my inner thighs to finally reach HIS pussy. He spent a long time there making sure that every fold and crevice was smooth as a baby. When Daddy was fully satisfied with his inspection, he gently slipped the soft flannel nightgown over my head.
He then kissed my neck and shoulders very softly and whispered..."Are you ready to start your punishment?" I sullenly nodded yes. Daddy took my hand and led me over to the bed. He bent me over it and lifted my nightgown. He then explained to me that this would be the first of MANY spankings that night because of my atrocious behavior the day before. I had behaved VERY badly...going so far as to even try and hit Daddy. For this alone, I was going to be punished severely, but Daddy had also found out that I had gone potty 4 times THAT day without asking him. :( Needless to say, Daddy was VERY disappointed in me.
Daddy started out with a short spanking using his hand, followed by a "light" round of paddling. He said that was just for starters and there would be lots more to come throughout the evening. I was then made to compose myself and go back downstairs so we could continue our evening and have dinner. Every time I would get up for any reason, however, he would turn me over his knee and give me a good spanking. This constant "attention" kept my bottom sore and irritated all night. At one point, I was starting to get just a little fresh, and Daddy immediately brought me upstairs and got out the paddle. He had me up on the bed, and gave me a set of 20 "light" whacks with the paddle. Now let me be clear, when I say "light" this refers to Daddy's idea of what a "light" spanking is...NOT MINE! (It is enough to cause tears but not enough to turn me into a quivering mess.)
The evening progressed much in the same fashion until about 8:30 p.m. when it was time to tuck in the little one. I brushed his teeth, we said goodnight to Daddy, and I tucked him in. I went back to the living room and got on the computer. I told Daddy that I had to finish the chicken stock before going to bed, but as soon as it was done...so was I. Daddy asked me if I was sure I WANTED to go to bed, seeing as how that meant that I would receive the last of my punishment. Now, all of a sudden, I did not feel so tired.
At 11:00 p.m. the soup was all done and I could not keep my eyes open any longer. I told Daddy I was ready for bed. He said okay and we went upstairs. He told me to pile up 2 pillows on the bed and to lay myself over them...bottom up, which I did grudgingly. Daddy also proceeded to give me my pacifier and another pillow to bury my head into. *gulp* This was going to be a bad one! He lectured me about not asking him to go potty and told me that the first 4 sets were JUST for that. My bottom twitched and spasmed in anticipation of the paddle. Daddy kept stroking it on my bottom as he was talking to me...making the waiting SO MUCH worse!
Finally I felt him draw back and let the paddle fly. When it finally connected, it made my whole body lurch forward. Halfway through the first set, I did not know if I could stand it! I was bouncing and jumping all over the bed just trying to hide my bottom from that DAMNED piece of wood! When he finally finished, after what seemed like an eternity, he put the paddle down, came over to where my head was and lifted my face to his. He stroked my back and hair and told me that it was okay. That Daddy was here. He did this for a couple of minutes, then he asked me if I would like to take a break from the spanking. I thankfully and tearfully said yes. He got up and went back behind me. I could hear him squirting lube on something, and then I could feel it on my bottom. All of a sudden, without warning, I felt the string of graduated anal beads slipping into me. As they went deeper and got bigger, I began to resist. The further in they went, the more it hurt. I was moving towards the other side of the bed, just struggling to get away from those horrible things. Daddy warned me that I had better hold still, so I composed myself as best I could and took it. Daddy inserted the beads all the way and left them there while he gave me yet another lecture about my behavior. (I was softly whimpering and moaning the whole time.)
Once Daddy finally took pity on me and removed the beads... I thought my punishment was over for the night. Boy was I wrong! Daddy had one more round with the paddle in store for me. He began wailing on my bottom with LONG, HARD strokes of the paddle which he placed precisely DEAD center. After each stroke he would ask questions like, "Who is your Daddy?" and "Who is Daddy's BabyDoll?" and "Will you EVER raise your hand to Daddy again?" I am quite sure you know that by now, I was a big, snotty, crying mess. I could barely answer his questions through the gasping and the tears. By the time he was finished, I was limp, bawling and pretty pathetic to look at. Daddy quickly put down the paddle and rushed to gather me up in his arms. He rubbed my back, wiped my tears and kissed my head. He rocked me gently while whispering, "Sshh...It's all over now."
I know that what I did DEFINITELY deserved a punishment of this severity...but that does not mean that I like it, or find it easy to submit to. It isn't, but such is my level of commitment and submission to Daddy, that I will take whatever punishment he deems necessary. I am grateful that he thinks I am SO important and worthy of his time and attention. Thank you Daddy. I love you!
Sunday, February 2, 2014
The Storm Has Come...
I should have known that last post would come to no good. As soon as Daddy woke up and read it, he wrote that last comment. And so my respite is over and my punishment begins. Daddy had me go upstairs to meet him in the bedroom. He proceeded to tell me that I was right about him not being focused on me, and how that was all going to change for the next 40 hours or so. (Daddy has taken Monday off) He gave me a lecture about how I have been mouthy and telling him what to do lately. He told me that HE is the decision maker, and that I should NEVER, EVER presume to tell him what he, or we, should do. I may make suggestions, but I am NOT in charge.
The next thing he did was he had me kneel on the bed so he could administer a "silent spanking". He pulled down my pajama flap, pulled my cheeks apart and put just a small amount of Bengay inside my bottom. As soon as it began to burn he decided to test out his new paddle. And Daddy gave me a real spanking while the Bengay did it's thing! To be fair, Daddy was "gentle" (relatively speaking!) with the paddle because it was my first time. But I was crying by the end and I believe Daddy was happy with the results.
He had to go out for the afternoon and he has left me a punishment assignment. The first thing was to write about what JUST happened to me and why. (Which I am doing right now!) The next is that I have to KEEP writing about what is, has, and will happen to me over the next 40 hours. And the last part of my punishment will be my next post. Stay tuned! :(
The next thing he did was he had me kneel on the bed so he could administer a "silent spanking". He pulled down my pajama flap, pulled my cheeks apart and put just a small amount of Bengay inside my bottom. As soon as it began to burn he decided to test out his new paddle. And Daddy gave me a real spanking while the Bengay did it's thing! To be fair, Daddy was "gentle" (relatively speaking!) with the paddle because it was my first time. But I was crying by the end and I believe Daddy was happy with the results.
He had to go out for the afternoon and he has left me a punishment assignment. The first thing was to write about what JUST happened to me and why. (Which I am doing right now!) The next is that I have to KEEP writing about what is, has, and will happen to me over the next 40 hours. And the last part of my punishment will be my next post. Stay tuned! :(
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