A Fantasy Realized… #18+, NSFW

Hello my kinky friends!

Last night, Daddy fulfilled one of my long-time fantasies…and let me tell you… it was even better than I could have imagined!  This scene took place in our backyard.  Thankfully, we live far out in the woods on a bit of acreage, where naughty girls and boys can play outside, safe from the eyes (and hopefully the ears) of peeping neighbors.  I hope you enjoy reading about this as much as I enjoyed experiencing it!

XOXO, Nora

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It began in the living room, by the fire. 

He slowly and methodically stripped me down, his gaze never leaving mine for long.  When I stood fully nude before him, arms at my sides, he lightly let his fingertips trail down the side my breast and down my body.  He pulled me close to him, cupping my bottom, and lightly kissing me on the lips. 

“You know what comes next, don’t you?” He asked quietly.  I nodded my consent, my insides filling with butterflies. 

Leaving me standing by the fire, he left the room.  I found myself shivering, despite the radiant warmth of the woodstove.  When he returned, he held the black leather cuffs.  Taking my wrists, one by one, he attached each cuff, tightly.  Satisfied that I could not escape the restraints, our journey began. 

Saying nothing, he led me outside, into the cold, dark of the night.

His hand firmly on the back of my neck, he walked me to the back fence line. 

“Hands above your head,” he ordered.

I obeyed his command, and he linked my cuffs together, around the rod iron fencing.  This position had me stretched out and on my tip toes.  While the night air was quite chilly, the biting cold of the iron fencing was torturous on my nipples.  I pulled against my cuffs to no avail.   

Daddy left me there, hanging from the fence, vulnerable to the night.  Despite the cold, I felt the heat building between my thighs. 

When he returned, he held the strap.  Two layers of thick, supple leather…enough to make any little girl sorry she had misbehaved.

Shivering in anticipation of the pain, I reminded myself that I had asked for this…that I wanted this…that I needed this. 

I felt a trickle of moisture run down my inner thigh.

“You are mine,” he told me, raising the strap high.

The first biting sting across my bottom left me breathless.

“I do this because I love you.”

Whack. Whack. Whack.

“You will obey me, young lady,” he said, quietly, letting the strap tell me the rest.

Whack.

“Yes, Daddy,” I cried into the night.

Whack. Whack. Whack.

“Please Daddy…” sobbed.

I would learn to obey him.

The strap rained down upon my naked backside, again and again.  The sound seemed to echo through the trees and I hoped no one could hear my cries.

Daddy ignored my pleas as they echoed through the night.  He knows well the sounds his girl makes when she is receiving her spanking and he no longer allows this to dictate the length or the ferocity of his discipline.  He intended to teach me a lesson, one that I would feel long into the next week. 

Whipping my bottom and the upper parts of my thighs, he left no spankable area untouched.  Tears streamed down my face, glittering in the moonlight.  I imagined that my bottom glowed ember red from the searing kiss of the strap.

Whack. Whack. Whack.

Finally, he felt that I’d had enough…and I had!  My bottom burned and my voice was hoarse from pleading with him to stop. 

“Open your mouth”.

Placing the strap firmly between my teeth, he kissed my cheek.  With a firm slap to my burning backside, he left me again…well spanked and hanging from the fence.  For me, all that existed in that moment was the burning pain I felt in my bottom and the taste of leather in my mouth.

Some time later, he returned, drink in hand.  Sipping his whiskey, he watched me as I hung there…body limp.  He had whipped every ounce of defiance from my heart and my body.

I have never felt more cleansed, more whole, more loved.

I am yours, Daddy.