As my Daddy and I are new to this semi dd/lg bdsm sort of life, my punishments /rules are pretty much nonexistent. Sure, I’ll get swatted across my hiney or a light tap across my cheek (I enjoy it, please don’t think bad of me nor my hubby) if I’m being bratty, but, I have yet to be brought to tears, or me having to beg him to ‘stop’.
I had a dream about it after stumbling across some new blogs and tumblr pages… (My brain absorbs a lot.)
It was so… Freeing. To be punished for not behaving. To be made to cry out for Daddy to stop. To promise to behave. He did stop, after he informed me my tush was his favorite shade of red. He kissed my sir spots tenderly, comforted me. We of course ended up with his big cock in my mouth, and him whispering what a good girl I am… *sigh* it was a lovely dream. And, I’m positive I would certainly be a better behaved babygirl after an episode like that.
Tomorrow may be my first actual punishment spanking. Daddy has been adding them up all week. I’m excited and nervous. I’m more into this whole ordeal than he is. I don’t want him to worry that he is hurting me. I just want him to get lost in the moment of being my daddy and taking care of his babygirl.. I’ll be keeping you posted.
I’m already wet just thinking about it.
All my happy thoughts to you and yours,