A special “reward” #18+, NSFW

Hello, my fellow kinksters!

Last night was S-E-X-A-Y!!!! Daddy was incredibly pleased with how much I did around the house yesterday, and for completing a task which took a lot of bravery and vulnerability on my part.  When he arrived home, he decided that his little girl had earned herself a reward.  That reward came in the form of a spanking (how is this a reward, you might ask?) and a much-needed orgasm.

But, let’s start with the spanking, shall we?

Daddy ordered me to the bedroom to lie face down on the bed, with two pillows under my hips.  Before getting into position, I was to retrieve both the cane and the wooden paddle and leave both on the nightstand. He allowed me to keep my nightgown on, but it was to be pulled up, exposing my bare bottom to him when he entered the room.  I obeyed and waited, feeling pretty squirmy with anticipation.  We had agreed that a good warm up with his hand, 12 hard smacks with the paddle, and 6 with the cane would be a suitable reward.  I was nervous!  We had not engaged in spanking play for some time and both the cane and the wooden paddle are on my list of implements to be feared.

Hearing his footsteps coming down the hall gave me an intense case of the butterflies.  I was seriously questioning my sanity… I know spankings hurt!  Why do I want this, need this?  I am still unclear as the answer to that question…but, without a doubt, I do need a good spanking now and again (if not more frequently).

What ensued was a lengthy warm up with his hand.  As he always does, he reminded me how much he loves me, and how he does this for me.  When he picked up the paddle, I told him that I was scared.  He replied, “you know that you can trust me, don’t you?”, and I said, “Yes, Daddy”.  He proceeded to give me a dozen, solid smacks with the wooden paddle.  The pain was FIERCE and lit fire to my bare bottom.  Each swat was delivered firmly to the intended target. But it wasn’t over, despite the welling tears.  After the 12 with the paddle, it was time for the cane…

The cane terrifies me.  It produces an incredible sting, which does not fade away quickly (as the sting from some implements do).  It also happens to be a favorite of my new Friend, but that is another story.  In this moment, I knew that I had six of the best coming from my Daddy…that he was doing this because he loves me, and that I would take each stroke with as much dignity as possible.  Daddy knew that I was nervous as he watched me tremble, hips raised, bare bottom ready for his cane.  He drew out the moment, making me wait for the searing pain that was sure to come.  And, boy oh boy did the pain come.  The first stroke was admittedly, light.  Daddy was getting his footing…it had been some time since he had applied the cane to a well-deserving bottom.  The next five…those were stingers.  Those strokes made an impression and were not to be forgotten.

When it was over, he immediately got into the bed and held me, whispering words of love into my ear.  We had a quick debriefing.  He always checks in to be sure a spanking wasn’t too much (if it is a non-punishment spanking).  Satisfied that he had “rewarded” me properly, his fingers began to explore, and he discovered rather quickly that his little girl had thoroughly enjoyed her spanking.  After a very satisfying orgasm on my part, his cock was in my mouth, and he gripped my hair showing me exactly at which speed he wanted me to proceed in demonstrating my thanks to him.

Need a cold shower now?  I sure did!

Thank you for reading…. stay kinky, my friends!

XOXO,

nora