Reflecting on 30 Days of D/s- Day 12

I felt a bit of nostalgia reading this discussion prompt this morning as I remembered back to when Daddy and I first met, long ago. One of the first times we were intimate, I shyly told him that I liked being spanked and he very obligingly turned me over his knee to spank my thong-clad backside.

Spanking Fiction- Crystal’s Story Continues

When Daddy entered the living room, he was greeted by the sight of three naughty young ladies, each in their respective corner. In his right hand he held the dreaded oak paddle, which he would soon use to ensure that none of these young ladies sat comfortably for the next few days. He took an armless chair from the dining room table and placed it in the center of the room.

Reflecting on 30 Days of D/s- Day 11

Consent is of the upmost importance in all relationships, as well as in D/s dynamics. To provide consent, means that an individual expresses approval or agreement regarding the act in question. As I move forward in my education about dominance and submission, I am learning that there are many different kinds of D/s lifestyles but that they all begin with the submissive providing consent to his/her dominant regarding the lifestyle that has been chosen.

Reflecting on 30 Days of D/s- Day 9

This is an interesting topic to me and one that I will openly admit, Daddy and I have not discussed much (though I am anxious to now!). When I consider why this is, I feel that Daddy and I know each other so well we didn’t feel the need to talk about hard and soft limits. Over the years, we have explored many different facets of our sexuality and we both have a pretty good understanding of what the other enjoys.

Reflecting on 30 Days of D/s- Day 8

Prior to the beginning of our D/s lifestyle, I did not handle my emotions well. I did not know this then and in fact, I probably would have told you that I was quite proficient in handling emotions. Looking back, I understand that I only handled positive emotions well…emotions such as anger, jealousy, and fear were handled very poorly and at a great cost to my husband.

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