Love my Daddy!!
Daddy and I were cuddling tonite and it feels like I can never get close enough. I wiggle, wiggle, wiggle into him. He said, “Almost 4 years and nothing has changed. We still want to be close, close, close.” I am a happy little girl sooooo in love with my Daddy.
That feeling. Tingly, heart racing, butterflies, calm mind. Love. Belonging. Possessed. I am Daddy’s.
Daddy and I were laughing last night while reminiscing about a night not long after we met almost 4 years ago. I had done something that made Daddy very angry, neither one of us can remember what it was now. He put me in restraints, tied me to the corner of the bed and left the room. The worst punishment for a little girl. He was gone a long time and I had to pee. I wiggled out of the restraints, tiptoed to the bathroom and then slipped back into the restraints. I told him later when he wasn’t mad at me anymore. Bad girl but funny.
Father’s Day morning Daddy says, “Get on all fours and stick your ass out.” I do as I’m told. Then I hear the clink of his belt. Uh oh. Daddy says, “Do you want to be strapped or fucked in the ass?” I moan at the choices. In the past I would have said neither but I’ve learned my lesson. I opted for the strapping but in the end Daddy opted for both. Ouchie.
Daddy says, “We need to have a proper spanking session. A little girl is a terrible thing to waste.” Yes, please!!