Being owned does not feel like I thought it would. I belong to someone. I have submitted, I am HIS property. I must do as I am told, sans free-will. Yet I have NEVER been happier in my whole life! If you had described my life NOW, to my 29 year old self, I would have told you that you were crazy! That it was impossible to live that way, and not to mention grossly unfair to women. Boy, would I have been wrong! Ten years later, I am not just older, but much wiser. The choices I make in life are much more thought out and deliberate. It is unfortunate that some people in the Vanilla world condemn our type of lifestyle, because they truly just MISUNDERSTAND it.
Belonging to my husband and being his property gives me a much needed sense of place and purpose. I am now the most cherished, valued and loved thing he owns. By giving him full control over me, it turned Daddy into a new man. He takes his authority over me, and as the Head of Household, as the huge responsibility that it is. He tries harder than ever to make sure that I (and the children) are ALWAYS safe, healthy and happy. I have never before seen, nor felt, the outpouring of emotion and love I get from him now. It's like someone has flipped the "ON" switch in our relationship; and the feeling is amazing. I know this is an oxymoron, but totally submitting and belonging to someone is the most exhilarating and freeing experience of my entire life. I highly recommend it!
So, when Daddy called me up at 11:30 this morning and told me that when he got home, he was going to shower me and dress me b/c Daddy needed some "BabyDoll" time, I was more than eager to agree. I love it when Daddy shows me this kind of attention. He is very loving, gentle and affectionate. It is also a special bonding time between the two of us, and helps me to remember my place in our relationship. I am NOT in charge. All that matters is Daddy's will and what he wants.
After our long day, we met back at home, children in tow. I managed to get everyone fed, and done with their homework. At which point, Daddy took me into the bathroom. He slowly undressed me, one article of clothing at a time. Then he turned on the water and helped me into the shower. He used the body wash and washcloth to clean every last inch of me...making sure not to neglect anywhere! Then he stood back and watched as I made sure to shave every hair off my lower body for Daddy. When I had finished, I stepped out of the tub and Daddy dried me off with the towel. Then he used his hands to feel every inch of my body...making sure I hadn't missed and stray hairs. He then put me in my pink oneise and nightgown; with a diaper underneath of course And to top off the ensemble, a white ribbon in my hair. Daddy smiled, hugged me tight and whispered, "Mmmm...my BabyDoll!"
I felt so warm, loved and secure in the arms of my Daddy. This is when the world feels right to me. This is when I am happiest. This is where I belong! And Daddy is who I belong too. I am his to do with as he pleases...and THAT pleases ME to no end. I never knew the joys of submission until now. I don't remember my old life...only life with Daddy. And I wouldn't have it any other way! :)
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Thursday, March 6, 2014
Wednesday, February 26, 2014
Coming Out of The Corner...
I stood there a long time. Thinking about what I did, and what Daddy would do to me if I stepped out of the corner. I figured that I could hold out for a pretty long time, but eventually, my legs began to go numb and I knew it was either sleep in the corner, or face my punishment. I walked silently over to my Daddy, who was sitting on the couch. I stood in front of him with my head down. He told me to "look" at him. I slowly raised my head to look into his eyes. What I saw was not anger, but disappointment. That is so much worse! I can take Daddy being angry with me...what I can't handle is when I disappoint my Daddy.
He gave me a long lecture about how I have submitted to him and what that means. I no longer have the right to say no, I no longer have the right to refuse, I must obey. I may disagree, but only RESPECTFULLY. I may not act like a spoiled, little brat. He asked me if I was still able to accept these conditions. I slowly nodded yes. I was ashamed of my behavior and wanted Daddy to forgive me. He slowly put me across his knee. I knew this spanking would not be a short one!
Daddy began to spank me with his hand. Slow, hard and methodical. He would give me one set of spankings, then stop, lecture me some more about my inappropriate behavior...tell me how much he loved me and then begin again. This went on for quite some time, until my bottom resembled Rudolph's nose! When Daddy finally thought I'd had enough, he sat me up next to him. He dried my tears, and rocked me while I sobbed. I promised Daddy that I would never act that way again. He said that if I did, I would face a much more severe punishment.
After all of this, we were exhausted and went right to sleep. The next morning when we woke up, I wasn't feeling too hot. But I pretended I was okay...I didn't want to upset Daddy anymore than I already had (not too mention, I did not want Daddy to pull out his thermometer!). Daddy told me when he left, that when he came home from work, we would be starting out right where he left off; punishment-wise. *Gulp*
But when Daddy came home yesterday, he took one look at me and knew something was wrong. I was congested and feverish and Daddy said I looked very pale. Well, that was all Daddy needed. He went right into caretaker mode. He made me some food, brought me medicine and tucked me into bed. He was so concerned that he came to bed with me and held me close until I fell asleep.
My Daddy may be strict with me sometimes, but it is only because he loves me so much! I consider myself extremely fortunate to have such a wonderful Daddy. I am the luckiest little girl in the world!
He gave me a long lecture about how I have submitted to him and what that means. I no longer have the right to say no, I no longer have the right to refuse, I must obey. I may disagree, but only RESPECTFULLY. I may not act like a spoiled, little brat. He asked me if I was still able to accept these conditions. I slowly nodded yes. I was ashamed of my behavior and wanted Daddy to forgive me. He slowly put me across his knee. I knew this spanking would not be a short one!
Daddy began to spank me with his hand. Slow, hard and methodical. He would give me one set of spankings, then stop, lecture me some more about my inappropriate behavior...tell me how much he loved me and then begin again. This went on for quite some time, until my bottom resembled Rudolph's nose! When Daddy finally thought I'd had enough, he sat me up next to him. He dried my tears, and rocked me while I sobbed. I promised Daddy that I would never act that way again. He said that if I did, I would face a much more severe punishment.
After all of this, we were exhausted and went right to sleep. The next morning when we woke up, I wasn't feeling too hot. But I pretended I was okay...I didn't want to upset Daddy anymore than I already had (not too mention, I did not want Daddy to pull out his thermometer!). Daddy told me when he left, that when he came home from work, we would be starting out right where he left off; punishment-wise. *Gulp*
But when Daddy came home yesterday, he took one look at me and knew something was wrong. I was congested and feverish and Daddy said I looked very pale. Well, that was all Daddy needed. He went right into caretaker mode. He made me some food, brought me medicine and tucked me into bed. He was so concerned that he came to bed with me and held me close until I fell asleep.
My Daddy may be strict with me sometimes, but it is only because he loves me so much! I consider myself extremely fortunate to have such a wonderful Daddy. I am the luckiest little girl in the world!
Wednesday, February 5, 2014
Daddy's Property
Last night I awoke at about 4 a.m. to feel Daddy's penis entering me from behind. I felt his arm encircle my waist and pull me hard and fast against his chest. He whispered in my ear, "You are MY BabyDoll!" and I responded, "Yes Daddy!" He used his hands to push and pull my hips hard against his groin. It felt incredible. I belong to Daddy...his to take whenever and wherever he deems necessary. I have no say in the matter, but that is what I wanted. To be Daddy's submissive wife and BabyDoll. I am Daddy's property. I belong to him, as does my body; no longer mine to decide what to do with, but his to use as he sees fit. I have submitted to him in every way which means giving up all ideas that I have my own free will. I must listen to, and obey Daddy.
Now, that does not mean that I ALWAYS comply immediately, or easily. As a matter of fact, as I am writing this, I am having a hard time sitting because my bottom is on fire from the inside! This morning, as I was getting the kids off to school, I was cleaning up from breakfast and I was feeling rather "grown-up" and I cursed at Daddy. I not ONLY cursed, but the words were directed AT him. I called him a DipSh--! Oooops! (That was a mistake!) He dragged me out of the kitchen (away from the kids), bent me over the couch and put a good dose of Bengay up inside my rectum. I then had to return to the kitchen to finish the dishes. It was not easy to compose myself... it is STILL stinging!
I guess that I will always have the need to test Daddy's limits and see how far he will let me push the boundaries of what he considers "good" behavior. When I have pushed too far...I must accept the consequences, which I do humbly...and often! But if you ask me...Daddy likes to see a little fight in his "Jersey Girl." Otherwise, he might NEVER get to use his paddle! ;)
P.S. Daddy said I was lucky the kids were home, or I would have gotten corner time too!
Now, that does not mean that I ALWAYS comply immediately, or easily. As a matter of fact, as I am writing this, I am having a hard time sitting because my bottom is on fire from the inside! This morning, as I was getting the kids off to school, I was cleaning up from breakfast and I was feeling rather "grown-up" and I cursed at Daddy. I not ONLY cursed, but the words were directed AT him. I called him a DipSh--! Oooops! (That was a mistake!) He dragged me out of the kitchen (away from the kids), bent me over the couch and put a good dose of Bengay up inside my rectum. I then had to return to the kitchen to finish the dishes. It was not easy to compose myself... it is STILL stinging!
I guess that I will always have the need to test Daddy's limits and see how far he will let me push the boundaries of what he considers "good" behavior. When I have pushed too far...I must accept the consequences, which I do humbly...and often! But if you ask me...Daddy likes to see a little fight in his "Jersey Girl." Otherwise, he might NEVER get to use his paddle! ;)
P.S. Daddy said I was lucky the kids were home, or I would have gotten corner time too!
Sunday, January 26, 2014
Why do I do it to myself?
Another round of Corner Time and another (yet bigger) Silent Spanking later...why have I not learned my lesson? Why must I incessantly aggravate the man I am so desperately trying to please? I tend to push and push until Daddy has no choice but to diffuse the situation with a punishment. I just know that I get into a "mood" (Daddy calls it an attitude) and I just don't know how to get out of it. Tonight I don't even know how it started!
Daddy said that I was acting sad. (And I was...but I truly could not say why) When I act sad and I am pouting and will not tell my Daddy why, he gets very upset. He asked me over and over again what was wrong, but I had no retort. I had no explanation as to my state of mind. I only knew that I was getting more and more upset, the longer Daddy kept on about it. And the more he kept on, the worse my attitude became. It seems that lately the only thing that will pull me out of my "attitude" is being disciplined. I do not want, or desire this...conciously. But maybe somewhere deep inside I instigate these situations? I know it sounds crazy, but I can think of no other explanation. Either that, or I am just a glutton for punishment. (And probably a little bit of both. ;)
But as usual, after my time in the corner was done and my bottom ceased to burn quite so badly, and I was curled up in Daddy's arms, I felt better. I feel calm and at peace. At peace because I know Daddy has forgiven me. And calm because Daddy will protect me. And then there's the love. Daddy is never more tender with me than after a punishment. He will hold me very close and tight. Kissing me and stroking my head and hair. Whispering things like "It's all over now." and "It's okay, Daddy's here." It's precisely at moments like these when my love for Daddy is at it's zenith. I am awash in the warmth of his love, affection and tenderness. The pain is forgotten and all I am aware of is the greatest love I have ever known or felt!
Daddy said that I was acting sad. (And I was...but I truly could not say why) When I act sad and I am pouting and will not tell my Daddy why, he gets very upset. He asked me over and over again what was wrong, but I had no retort. I had no explanation as to my state of mind. I only knew that I was getting more and more upset, the longer Daddy kept on about it. And the more he kept on, the worse my attitude became. It seems that lately the only thing that will pull me out of my "attitude" is being disciplined. I do not want, or desire this...conciously. But maybe somewhere deep inside I instigate these situations? I know it sounds crazy, but I can think of no other explanation. Either that, or I am just a glutton for punishment. (And probably a little bit of both. ;)
But as usual, after my time in the corner was done and my bottom ceased to burn quite so badly, and I was curled up in Daddy's arms, I felt better. I feel calm and at peace. At peace because I know Daddy has forgiven me. And calm because Daddy will protect me. And then there's the love. Daddy is never more tender with me than after a punishment. He will hold me very close and tight. Kissing me and stroking my head and hair. Whispering things like "It's all over now." and "It's okay, Daddy's here." It's precisely at moments like these when my love for Daddy is at it's zenith. I am awash in the warmth of his love, affection and tenderness. The pain is forgotten and all I am aware of is the greatest love I have ever known or felt!
"Corner Time"
I just thought I would expound a little on my thoughts about corner time as a punishment. Let me be clear when I tell you that I HATE IT when Daddy puts me in the corner. He only does it when I have truly disappointed him. It is humiliating. Daddy will tell me that if I act like a baby I will be treated like one. He then proceeds to shove the pacifier into my mouth. exposes my bottom and puts me in the corner.
It is hard NOT to feel humiliated by this. I usually find myself hanging my head and sucking on my pacifier while crying softly. My mind reels with all the thoughts of why I am there, what I did wrong and why Daddy is so upset with me. By the time my "corner time" is over, I am usually well humbled and very remorseful. As much as I despise it, I have to admit that it has quite an effect on my attitude and behavior. It brings me back to the place where I am supposed to be, mentally. I am Daddy's BabyDoll and I need to behave as such. That means being a good girl and not disobedient.
IRONICALLY, I WROTE THIS JUST HOURS BEFORE THIS HAPPENED...
(SEE NEXT POST)
It is hard NOT to feel humiliated by this. I usually find myself hanging my head and sucking on my pacifier while crying softly. My mind reels with all the thoughts of why I am there, what I did wrong and why Daddy is so upset with me. By the time my "corner time" is over, I am usually well humbled and very remorseful. As much as I despise it, I have to admit that it has quite an effect on my attitude and behavior. It brings me back to the place where I am supposed to be, mentally. I am Daddy's BabyDoll and I need to behave as such. That means being a good girl and not disobedient.
IRONICALLY, I WROTE THIS JUST HOURS BEFORE THIS HAPPENED...
(SEE NEXT POST)
Saturday, January 25, 2014
My Apology
Now let me preface this by saying that Daddy and I are still "relatively" new to this whole DD and DD/bg lifestyle. (Not that we would EVER go back!) So, needless to say, I sometimes still have a VERY hard time submitting to Daddy's authority. Especially when we are hanging out with our friends and I have had a couple of drinks and am feeling very grown up. I usually begin to push Daddy's buttons a little bit and he does NOT like it.
Last night I was doing just that. I was getting upset with Daddy for doing something on his tablet while I thought he should have been paying attention to me. I asked him to stop and he said he would when he was done. Well I began to get more and more frustrated the longer it was taking. So, after nagging him for 20 or 30 minutes, I stormed off into the other room and got on MY computer. Well, that pushed Daddy too far. He came after me and told me, rather loudly, that I was acting like a spoiled little baby. He said that if I was going to act like a little baby, then he would treat me like one. He said he would take me upstairs right then and there and put me in a diaper while our company was still here! From the look in his eyes I knew he was dead serious. I didn't say another word, I just glared at him. He then went back into the other room and left me to think about what he had said.
The controversy died down, and we finished off the evening with our friends. When we went to bed that night, Daddy was so upset with me that he spanked me long and hard with both his hand and his slipper. It was so painful that I couldn't keep still and I kept wriggling out of his lap. This did not make the situation any better. In fact, it just made the spanking last that much longer. I don't think Daddy has ever been THAT upset with me before.
I am writing this now, not because Daddy told me to, but because I KNOW that I was wrong. I should never have treated my Daddy that way, especially in front of company. I openly challenged his authority and that was wrong. I have agreed to honor, obey, respect and listen to my husband. I did not do ANY of those things last night. And for that...I am TRULY sorry.
I LOVE YOU DADDY!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Last night I was doing just that. I was getting upset with Daddy for doing something on his tablet while I thought he should have been paying attention to me. I asked him to stop and he said he would when he was done. Well I began to get more and more frustrated the longer it was taking. So, after nagging him for 20 or 30 minutes, I stormed off into the other room and got on MY computer. Well, that pushed Daddy too far. He came after me and told me, rather loudly, that I was acting like a spoiled little baby. He said that if I was going to act like a little baby, then he would treat me like one. He said he would take me upstairs right then and there and put me in a diaper while our company was still here! From the look in his eyes I knew he was dead serious. I didn't say another word, I just glared at him. He then went back into the other room and left me to think about what he had said.
The controversy died down, and we finished off the evening with our friends. When we went to bed that night, Daddy was so upset with me that he spanked me long and hard with both his hand and his slipper. It was so painful that I couldn't keep still and I kept wriggling out of his lap. This did not make the situation any better. In fact, it just made the spanking last that much longer. I don't think Daddy has ever been THAT upset with me before.
I am writing this now, not because Daddy told me to, but because I KNOW that I was wrong. I should never have treated my Daddy that way, especially in front of company. I openly challenged his authority and that was wrong. I have agreed to honor, obey, respect and listen to my husband. I did not do ANY of those things last night. And for that...I am TRULY sorry.
I LOVE YOU DADDY!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Friday, January 10, 2014
The Beginning
I am unsure of exactly how to do this "blog" thing, but I have been so filled with emotion and feelings on a certain subject that I had to find some form of release for it! Let me preface this by saying that my husband and I have been together for 10 years...married for 6 and I love and value him and our children more than life itself.
I have always (subconsciously of course!) wanted a and strong, authoritative man to take me in hand and teach me how to behave like a good little girl. It's probably the reason I have been such a bitch all these years...always dominating the relationship until I found the one man who was actually "man" enough to push back!
Almost 2 months ago now my husband and I entered into a completely new phase of our relationship involving adult discipline. I decided to give the greatest gift I have to give to my husband...myself. I have submitted fully and completely to him. This means not only sexually but as the head of our household. He makes the rules and I obey them or I get punished for it.(Usually a good sound spanking.) My husband makes all the decisions for our family, and I am more than happy to let him do so. He never makes decisions without talking to me and consulting my advice...but of course the final say on any subject is his. I know that any decision that he makes will be in the best interest of me and our two children.
I have never felt so happy or fulfilled as I have in the past two months! We have entered a new phase of our lives together and I don't regret it for one second. I have never felt so safe and so loved as I do when I am curled up in Daddy's arms after a hard spanking. He is always gentle and fair. Never punishing me without cause (and believe me...sometimes I give him ENDLESS reasons to punish me!).
Daddy loves and cherishes me...he tells me every day that I am the greatest gift he has ever received. I know that he would never abuse the power he has over me...yet I know that he will correct and punish me when I need it and I expect no less. The way he calls me BabyDoll makes me shudder. I feel safe, secure, loved and protected. I love my Daddy and I am proud and honored to belong to him!
I Will be posting and making changes, from time to time, so please be patient with me as I figure out this whole computer "blog" thing! Thanks! :)
I have always (subconsciously of course!) wanted a and strong, authoritative man to take me in hand and teach me how to behave like a good little girl. It's probably the reason I have been such a bitch all these years...always dominating the relationship until I found the one man who was actually "man" enough to push back!
Almost 2 months ago now my husband and I entered into a completely new phase of our relationship involving adult discipline. I decided to give the greatest gift I have to give to my husband...myself. I have submitted fully and completely to him. This means not only sexually but as the head of our household. He makes the rules and I obey them or I get punished for it.(Usually a good sound spanking.) My husband makes all the decisions for our family, and I am more than happy to let him do so. He never makes decisions without talking to me and consulting my advice...but of course the final say on any subject is his. I know that any decision that he makes will be in the best interest of me and our two children.
I have never felt so happy or fulfilled as I have in the past two months! We have entered a new phase of our lives together and I don't regret it for one second. I have never felt so safe and so loved as I do when I am curled up in Daddy's arms after a hard spanking. He is always gentle and fair. Never punishing me without cause (and believe me...sometimes I give him ENDLESS reasons to punish me!).
Daddy loves and cherishes me...he tells me every day that I am the greatest gift he has ever received. I know that he would never abuse the power he has over me...yet I know that he will correct and punish me when I need it and I expect no less. The way he calls me BabyDoll makes me shudder. I feel safe, secure, loved and protected. I love my Daddy and I am proud and honored to belong to him!
I Will be posting and making changes, from time to time, so please be patient with me as I figure out this whole computer "blog" thing! Thanks! :)
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