Sometimes, Daddies aren’t perfect. Sometimes, even Daddies shirk their duties around the house. This happened in our house, yesterday. I was glad that it happened though as a great conversation which promoted growth sparked from it, a new ritual was created, and two individuals (me and Daddy) were ecstatic to have figured out a way to handle a situation which previously may have caused conflict between us.
So, what happened? Well, Daddy and I are in the middle of several home repair projects. One of these projects includes moving all of the wood that we split from an oak that fell last winter and the second is finishing up our burn piles before burn season is over. Yesterday morning, Daddy sent me out to run some errands. As he was coming home for lunch that day, he had promised to 1) use his truck to move our trailer next to the pile of wood, so that I could load the trailer with wood that afternoon and Daddy could help me unload it into the woodshed when he was off work that evening, and 2) He was going to pick up a burn permit from the local fire department so we could get some of our burn piles done this weekend. I am always anxious to be home if Daddy is, so I did my errands quickly and was able to get home at the tail end of his lunch break. When I pulled into the drive, I was confused to see that the trailer had not been moved and Daddy’s lunch break was over in just 15 minutes.
I went inside and instead of greeting Daddy properly, I blurted out, “Why didn’t you move the trailer? You know I was planning on loading it up this afternoon.” This was my first mistake, though Daddy let it slide. He told me that he had just forgot and that he didn’t have time to do it now, but that we would still load the trailer up that evening (he knows I’ve been anxious to get the wood up off the ground and into the shed). Now, feeling a bit upset, I asked, “What about the burn permit? Did you get that done?”…at this point, there was quite a bit of attitude in my tone as I was pretty sure that he had not stopped by the fire department. As suspected, Daddy had forgotten that he was supposed to do that as well. The poor guy just wanted to enjoy his lunch!
At this point, I started lecturing Daddy… a big no-no in our new dynamic. Before I could process what was happening, Daddy had taken me by the arm, bent me over the arm of the couch, taken down my pants and panties, and was giving me the spanking I had earned for disrespecting him. After about a minute of this, he asked me if I knew why I was getting a spanking, and I told him that I did. It took less than a minute for me to realize that I was in the wrong and I felt very sorry. He began to spank me again, this time much harder. I was soon very, very sorry. When he felt I had learned my lesson he helped me up and wrapped me in a big hug. I felt very contrite with my well-spanked behind and he had returned me firmly back to my submissive place.
However, after Daddy left to go back to work, we both did some thinking and began to text one another. Daddy apologized for forgetting to move the trailer and for forgetting to stop by and get the permit. I apologized for losing control of my emotions and for lecturing him. But, as Daddy pointed out, sometimes he was going to screw up and we needed to figure out a way that I could express my disappointment with him when such things occurred. He didn’t feel that it was right or fair that I couldn’t express these feelings when he messed up but it still had to work within our new dynamic. I thought about it a lot that afternoon and I came up with something I thought might work for us and I proposed it to Daddy via text. This is the text that I sent him.
“What if we tried something different, Daddy? What would you think if when I am upset with something you’ve done, me having to request permission to kneel before you before I am allowed to say it? This might help me to communicate my feelings more respectfully and it might help you not to feel defensive, helping to maintain our D/s dynamic.”
Daddy wrote back almost immediately that he loved the idea!
Well, the new plan has already been put into action. While we were cooking dinner last night, the topic of burn piles came up again and Daddy again, apologized that he had not yet got the burn permit. I began to speak, but Daddy stopped me, putting his fingers to my lips. “This is your one reminder, little girl. Shouldn’t you be kneeling?”
I immediately kneeled before him, in awe of my Daddy’s consistency, and bowed my head. I apologized for not being in the proper position before sharing my thoughts on his behavior. I was able to express what I needed to say, respectfully, and then Daddy helped me back up and into his arms. What previously in our marriage could have turned into resentment, was handled easily with the new tools that D/s has afforded us.
I love you Daddy! Thank you for continuing to help me better myself 🙂