Girl Play

When Daddy came to visit he brought many of his toys with him. He brought two floggers, a crop, a tawse and El Jefe and Goddess. Not only did I get Daddy for a visit but they came out to see us at the same time. I was a lucky girl!

We all had a perfect weekend together. We visited and relaxed, we went out to eat and stayed in to cook. On Sunday night we had play time. Goddess likes a good flogging just as much as I do. Rather than her hubby beating her Daddy had other ideas.

"You're going to flog her Baby Girl." I looked around the room to each of them. Daddy said it very matter-of-factly. I had been talking about doing this. Looks like it was time to put up or shut up, ha!

Goddess stripped off her clothes and the men set up the table. We don't have a spanking bench here so at my house we use the kitchen table. Fortunately, Goddess is as tall as I am so it worked for her too. She had to spread her legs a bit which gave me more options to spank her.

Daddy gave me some instructions and told me her limits. I could not hit her on her back because of surgeries she's had. So I would focus my attention on her ass and thighs.

I began by caressing her. My fingers ran up her back and across her ass. She was beautiful laying there naked for me. Her skin was incredibly soft. Her sexy back and ass were mine to touch.

I put any nerves aside and began to decide how to do this. I had all Daddy's past play in my mind. I knew what felt good for me and Goddess is similar so I knew it was just a matter of me learning how to do it.

I began with the crop. It was the crop that feels less stingy than others so I knew it was a safe bet. I tapped her on the ass and thighs gauging the feel and her reactions. I began too light. I began to work a little harder with each round. I looked over at Daddy for reassurance. He used his hand to imitate a faster tapping. That's right, I thought, he does use fast light taps to warm the skin.

I changed my technique to continue faster as he had motioned. Then when her skin seemed warmer I gave her some heavier swats. She jumped with each one. How fun!

Now I picked up the small flogger that Daddy made for me. I wanted more control so I held it on the end rather than using the finger holds. I tested how to hit her ass at the right angle without sliding off. I kept flogging her…correcting my angle and hold when Daddy pointed it out. All the while I caressed her warm body while I flogged her. I was beginning to love this.

I raked my nails over her ass and thighs. I rubbed my hand up along her inner thigh. I knew Daddy would touch my pussy at this point because I'd be aching for it. I wanted to touch hers but didn't know how far I should go. She seemed to like all I was doing though I think I was too light in general. First time timidity, you know.

I moved to the heavy buffalo flogger. It packs quite a wallop. I had to learn how to flogg with such a heavy instrument. I loved it though. Daddy showed me how to stand and angle the falls across her ass. I loved the physicality of swinging that flogger. I loved the way it made Goddess jump and how her ass moved with the reverberation of the strike. That is so hot to watch.

I should have flogged her thighs more I realize now. Daddy had recently caned and tawsed my thighs and the memory of that pain made me shy away from inflicting the same on her. It was my first time flogging her, your understanding of a person grows each time.

I finished with the tawse. The two straps of leather with a space in-between makes for a stingy sensation. I only used this a bit but it brought out some nice red marks on her ass. Yay.

Afterwards, I ran my hands all over her back and ass. I caressed her hair and helped her up. I got yummy hugs from her and got to cuddle her on the couch. Yay for aftercare, my favorite!

Thank you Goddess for being my first real victim! ❤️❤️

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Sting

I mounted the spanking bench completely naked. He put a blanket over my calves and feet. It protects my feet from errant strikes and gives me some warmth somewhere. The rest of me is exposed and available to his whim.

His hand caressed my ass and back as he contemplated what to do to me. He told me I was his plaything, his toy. “Yes Daddy.” I said. He gripped the hair at the nape of my neck firmly.

“Daddy’s not here now. It is only Master. There is no protection here for you now. Do you understand slut?” 

“Yes D..d..Master.” He has ingrained in me that he is Daddy. He cares for me and protects me. But when we evoke the darkness he quashes Daddy purposefully so that Master may step to the fore. 

I knew then that this would not be a soft and gentle flogging.  It would be harsh. I braced myself. Usually he warms my body and skin with gentler, lighter taps. Not so today. From the beginning to the end it was all sting. 

He used a vicious little red hand shaped crop then a leather crop on my ass.  He has several but one in particular has more sting than the rest. Each swat was a harsh bite into my tender ass. “You know what this is slut?” He asked. I shook my head. He walked around to my face. I lifted up and pushed my hair aside.  He held the crop to my lips. “Open.” He put the loop in my mouth and I bit down on it.  “That’s right, you know this.”

He returned to striking my ass but harder and with more intensity.  I tried not to squirm. I failed miserably but I tried.  So much sting! My ass was on fire. 

“Don’t you like what I have to give you? What are you?” He had been talking the whole time. But what had he been saying? The sting was overwhelming.  I had heard but his voice was so distant. 

“I’m yours Daddy. Master! I’m yours Master.” Damn, I’m failing at this, I thought. 

“Yes, you are mine. You have no choice in that. But WHAT are you?” He struck again and again then waited for a response.

“Your slave! I’m your slave, Master.” I said.

“There, see, was that so hard? I should whip your sensitive thighs for making me wait for an answer.” He switched to the leather slapper he made.  It is a short piece of leather doubled over on itself and sewn into an implement about 12 inches long with a handle.  It carries quite a sting and can be wielded precisely. 


He slapped my ass with it and the sting went deeper and spread out much further than the crop had.  “No squriming.” Then he worked his way down my thighs. Oh my god, the sting on my thighs bloomed and I cried out. It was tenfold the level of sting on my ass.  From the crease down I was soon smoldering with pain. 

As I cried out and squirmed he said, “You remember your words don’t you?” I knew he meant my safe words.

“Yes, I know them Master!” As much as the sting was lighting me up I did not want to use my words.  I can’t remember if I have ever used them. Maybe once, maybe never. They are there but I don’t want to use them. I don’t want to be weak. I don’t want to worry the Daddy in him. And as much as the pain was setting me on fire, I didn’t want this to end. 

Finally, he stopped hitting my thighs. They were throbbing still. He came around and pushed his cock into my face. “See what this does to me? See what you do to me?” His cock was rock hard and dripping pre-cum.

“Open your mouth slave.” I reached my hand up to move my hair. With my head down it covered my face in a blanket of blonde. “I didn’t say move your hair!” He pushed his cock and a mouthful of hair into my face. Cum dripped into my hair as I tried to obey. 

He pulled back and went back around behind me again. “Now slave, it is time for you to count. You know your words. That is the only way this will stop.”  He took his buffalo flogger, which is the heaviest one he owns. It hits you full force like a fist. The weight of it is significant. 

He began. He gave no mercy. It was full intensity from the beginning. “One Master!” I cried. Then again, “Two! Master. ” My whole body rocked forward with each strike. “Three! Master.” I went limp and held onto the bench with my hands. I didn’t want to flinch. I didn’t want to run. “Four, Master.”

On he continued at full force. Usually, he strikes in a rhythm. One, two, three, four. Two to each side then rest or some such rhythm where he breaks when he inherently knows I’m reaching a limit.  He’s so intuitive to where I am mentally.  This time, there was no break. The higher I counted the faster he got and soon I couldn’t count.  I tried.  I failed. 

I agonized until I realized he would not stop. There would be no break.  He would break me first. The pain was incredible. I took it and took it and still he did not stop. My mind was in turmoil.  Make it stop! You can stop it! He said use your words. Oh god no. Daddy will stop it. 

But there was no time to think. The pain was mounting.  He had planted the seed. Use your words. “Yellow!” I said. Then I sobbed as he immediately stopped. “Yellow Master, yellow.” It had stopped but I hadn’t.  He made sure I was okay to stand then he led me to the bedroom and had me lie on the bed. I was bewildered. I had used my safe word. One of them.  Yellow is to pause, Red is full stop. 

He moved about the room then laid beside me on the bed. “I used my safe word.” He nodded.  

“I meant for you to use it.” He held me and made sure I was coming down safely.

“I said yellow but we stopped.” I was confused.  Why had we stopped?  Granted, I was deep in a submissive place and still reeling from the pain and endorphins. 

“Daddy’s prerogative.” He held me and asked if I was okay. I thought he’d want sex then but he just held me until I returned. 

Starting Again

There’s a saying that goes something like this…never stop starting.  Another is never quit quitting.  We can also go with fake it til you make it.  Regardless which saccharin saying you choose the intention is the same.  Here I am again after a two week hiatus from writing starting again.

When I get stressed I drop all the extra things, all the fun things and tend to come down to a very tunnel vision view of my life.  Do the necessary, do the mandatory but throw off all the extra things.  I know it’s a coping mechanism.  It still sucks. 

Daddy left for Texas again today.  He’ll be there a week and when he returns he arrives with movers.  They will take all his things and some of mine.  There has been lots of talk and planning, lots of worry and stress.  Now we begin the action of it all.  

I’m not promising great waterfalls of words after the drought.  I know writing should be viewed as cathartic and I should use it as a way to vent all the stress but I’m a realist.  I know me.  I stress out, I dive into my cave until the coast is clear. I’m fighting that urge right now.  Tell them the good stuff, ignore the worry and strife. Well, that’s crap and it’s not honest.  If I can’t write the hard truth then I still have a shit ton of work to do in recovery because that’s the way we did it in alcoholic relationships.  Tell everyone life is peachy even when your coaster is about to jump the rails. 

So, that’s where I’m at today.  All is fine on the surface.  All is rumbling with a layer of angst under the shiny surface.  I get up and handle each day.  Most of the time my pragmatic self is in charge and we’re a go.  Once in a while I lose it and cry in the car at a stoplight.  But then the light changes and I shake it off.  

Time to go to work.  Love to my kink family reading this, you know who you are.  Thanks for all the talks and love.  That includes you too Daddy. ❤️

Dynamic

I read the Submissive’s Guide every week.   The author is a 24/7 submissive and also has guest writers on occasion.  Today’s article about aftercare was particularly good. 

Submissive’s Guide Article

 I really appreciated the guest author’s take on the dynamic between the submissive’s boundaries and the Dominant’s. It was valuable to read someone talking about how both positions within the dynamic must push their own boundaries to develop a scene.  This has been on my mind a lot since a scene Daddy and I had went south unexpectedly a couple weeks ago. I’ll write about that shortly.  In the meantime, I hope you enjoy the article as much as I did.
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