Out of the darkness!

This title is intended quite literally…we have been cast out of the darkness at last!  For those unaware of the craziness happening in the state of California, Daddy and I have been without power off and on over the last four weeks.  In total, we lost power for 12 days.  Living in the mountains, that means no power AND no water.  I am grateful that by the time the third power outage hit, we were able to buy a generator to power our well, much of our kitchen, and some lights and outlets to keep electronics charged.  I know that life has been much bleaker for many of those near us, and for the poor souls dealing with evacuations from wildfires all over the state.

If you have no idea to what I am referencing (as many of you are on other continents!), a quick Google will bring you up to date on the dire state of our electrical company, PG&E.  Last year, PG&E was found responsible for faulty equipment starting a fire which killed many and burned down an entire town near us.  Now, facing bankruptcy, the company is coping with high fire danger weather (north wind events) by shutting down power all together, leaving 2 million Californians in the dark.  I do not find much joy in discussing politics, but that is the situation in a nutshell.  There is much more to the story if you should care to research this nuttiness.

In any case, I am blogging this morning to provide myself a way to organize my thoughts about Daddy and I’s D/s lifestyle…or lack there of.  We have failed miserably during this time of high stress to maintain any resemblance to the lifestyle which usually brings us much joy and peace.  You may have noted that I bolded the word “We” as this is very much a failing on both of our parts.  While I recognize that the burden of maintaining D/s lies on both of our shoulders, I feel that the failing in more mine than his, however.

In times of high stress, I become a bit like a commander.  At the time, I feel like my leadership skills are helping.  I work quickly, and efficiently, and I have little tolerance for anything that I perceive to be hindering the process.  This is not helpful to my husband.  His personality is very different and he does not respond well to this Napoleon-like leadership style (really can’t blame the guy!).  Combine the high stress situation, with his wife going all Mussolini, and he begins to deteriorate a bit.  His confidence drops, he starts making mistakes, and meanwhile…I am right there telling him everything he is doing wrong.

It pains me to write this.  I look back on my own behavior and I cringe.  I hate this part of myself.  I want to be the loving, supportive spouse that builds my husband up…instead, I am the one who tears him down during stressful times.  And obviously, this does not work well for him or our dynamic.

So…where to go from here?  I do not feel that I can ask anything of him at this moment.  I feel that the burden is on my shoulders to prove to him that I can change.  I tell him that I want him to be more dominant, but I do nothing to feed that dominance…instead, I challenge him at every turn.

To Daddy…. I am truly sorry.  Your baby girl is trying to get back on track.  I long to learn to submit to you better, to build you up, and to follow where you will lead.  I don’t know why it is so hard for me, but it is a gift that I desire to give to you.

To my readers…thank you for sticking with me!  This road to submissiveness is long and winding, at least for this girl.  I hope to be able share some naughty adventures or at least a good spanking story soon!

Happy blogging 😊

XOXO,

nora

 

Encouraging dominance

Hi all,

How to encourage dominance in one’s significant other is something that I have been researching for quite awhile.  Tonight, I opened WordPress to find the most articulate and well-written article that I have seen on the subject, written by one of my favorite bloggers, submissy.   This is an easy read, succinct, and intuitive.

Please visit her website to read 5 things that encourage Dominance

Happy reading, ya’all!

XOXO,

nora

52 facts about nora’s Daddy #NSFW, 18+

Hello my friends!  Daddy agreed to participate in this little game (there may have been some eye rolling)…these are 52 facts about my Dom…enjoy reading!

XOXO,

nora

1. I like seeing my baby girl’s bottom red (of course he started with this!)
2. I love being outside
3. I am what I am
4. I love to BBQ
5. I love to karaoke with my girl
6. My favorite movie is Red Dawn (the original)
7. The first concert that I ever went to was George Straight… ewww!
8. I love our fur babies
9. I like fucking my baby girl’s mouth
10. I have a beard
11. I love a clear night sky
12. I am not good at looking inward
13. I like helping people
14. Creating this list is hard for me
15. I used to be a wildland firefighter
16. I love having sex in front of the fire on a rainy day
17. I express my emotions through music
18. I am not artistic
19. I experienced hiking on top of a glacier and it was amazing
20. I was invited to a fancy dinner in the middle of the forest by a Jeep Co. vice president while off roading
21. I enjoy swimming
22. I hate hypocrisy
23. I love being my baby girl’s dominant
24. I really enjoy traveling
25. The number one travel related item on my bucket list is to step foot on all seven continents
26. I hate drama
27. I like beer
28. I also like a really good scotch
29. I love my family
30. I despise the heat
31. My least favorite foods are brussel sprouts, lima beans, and asparagus
32. My favorite holiday is Christmas
33. To me, Christmas is happiness
34. I love the deafening silence of snow falling
35. My favorite spanking implement to use on my baby girl is the wooden paddle. It has the best of everything.  A good sound, a good feel, and produces good redness and good pain.
36. I love the way my baby girl takes care of our home
37. I really miss my grandma and grandpa
38. I like playing video games
39. I feel most dominant when I put a plug in my baby girl’s bottom
40. I have a dark sense of humor
41. To me there are no jokes that are “too soon”
42. I would like to learn to communicate better
43. I enjoy my job
44. I try to avoid conflict
45. I love my girl’s eyes and her smile…her smile lights me up.  Her boobs are pretty fantastic too.
46. I like to fuck my girl with her legs on my shoulders. Of course, there is something about doggy style that makes a man feel powerful.
47. My favorite bands are Volbeat, Tool, Breaking Benjamin, and Disturbed
48. I loved visiting Alaska
49. I also loved England, Ireland, and Scotland
50. I once charted a boat in Greece with my family to cruise the islands
51. I feel that I have good work ethic
52. To nora’s audience…I read all of her posts and all of the comments. Keep the suggestions coming

 

P.S.  Daddy selected the image as well!  Happy blogging 🙂

 

Through porn colored glasses… #NSFW, 18+

My Daddy does not allow me to post pictures of my body here on WordPress, and believe me, he takes plenty of photos for his personal albums.  However, in an effort to protect our privacy from the unforeseen, strict rules…no pictures, no real names, etc. (you didn’t really think that my parents named me naughty nora, did you?).  I am fine with that, most of the time.  But, occasionally I see the succulent body parts of my naughty friends here on WordPress and I wish that I too could indulge in enjoying the beauty of my body publicly.  In any case…recently, my Daddy sent me a picture of a porn star (Yara Eggimann).  He remarked on how much we looked alike and how we had the same little grin in our smiles.  Honestly, he is far too kind and may need to get his glasses checked (wait, he doesn’t wear glasses!), but I appreciated the compliment and I do see what he means about the expression.  There are other pictures of her where she is truly smiling, but I used this one as it fits nicely with my D/s themed blog.

So there you go, collaredmichael!  I wish the real life me looked this perfect!  I will tell you this though…that is exactly how I wear my hair (the hair on my head, you perv!)

XOXO,

naughty nora

Where pleasure meets pain #NSFW, 18+

Daddy and I had one of those rare, beautifully perfect days yesterday.  It began with our morning ritual of coffee and hot cocoa, which we lingered over till almost noon.  It was then that Daddy told me there would be no sexual escapades that afternoon…I would have be a good girl and earn this privilege.  This concept is fairly new to us (pleasure being withheld), but I did my best not to pout.  We enjoyed a lovely lunch at one of our favorite restaurants (the lobster artichoke dip is phenomenal!) and spent time at the craft store selecting a few new fall decorations.  At the end of the day, Daddy told me that I had been a very good girl and that I would get my reward in the morning.

And boy did I ever!

He ordered me to our bedroom, to strip off everything except the leather cuffs he put me to bed in, and to lay face up on our bed with my legs spread.  I obeyed, the fantasies building in my mind, until I finally heard his footsteps in the hall.

“Good girl,” he told me, running his finger from my ankle to my hip causing me to shiver from the thrill.  He spread my legs even wider and began inspecting my freshly shaved lady parts.  Recently, Daddy has re-instated the rule that I must shave myself bare twice per month, ensuring that I am well-groomed to his liking.

“Roll over unto your tummy,” he said, heading to our walk-in closet.

I complied immediately, ensuring my thighs were spread so that I was fully exposed to his advances.  He was gone for several minutes and the anticipation was stirring great desire in this little girl.

When he returned he began to immediately strike my bare behind with an implement that I couldn’t recognize.  In some ways it felt like the cane, as it was unyielding and felt rattan.  He spanked me with this implement several times eliciting my cries and lighting fire to my backside.  He set the implement in front of me and I was dismayed to see the rattan carpet beater.  This is a fierce implement if you have never had the pleasure (I say this facetiously) of suffering under its wrath…

Next, he began to lightly run the leather flogger up and down my legs, letting the leather tease out pleasure.  He paused for a moment and I feared he might return to the carpet beater, but instead, he placed a vibrator underneath me, gently pulsing against my most sensitive pleasure button.  He resumed lightly flogging my thighs and my buttocks.  Switching positions, he began to flog me in such a way that the leather strands wrapped around my bottom and down between my legs…which was quite delicious.  Though I was a bit fearful that he might start striking with more force to that sensitive area…

I began to lose myself in the pleasure when he set the flogger down and began spanking me with his bare hand again.  When he switched to the wooden paddle with holes in it, tears came to my eyes and the pain began to consume me.  Just as suddenly he was back to lightly flogging me, producing the loveliest sensations.

It was then that he picked up the strap.  He tanned my bottom a glorious shade of red before ordering me onto my back.  He moved the vibrator down towards my naughty hole as he began to expertly manipulate my clitoris with his fingers, while sucking on my nipple.  The arousal that had been escalating all morning exploded and I was launched into the abyss…where all that existed was an all-encompassing feeling of pleasure.

I must say, earning this reward was far more satisfying than simply receiving it.  Perhaps I am growing in my submission!

Happy writing, my friends!  Hope life treats you well today 😊

XOXO,

nora

Hot cocoa & ben wa balls

My Daddy likes to sleep in; however, this little girl is an early riser.  This morning, I had several hours to enjoy my coffee with the headlines, correspond with friends, and read your blogs here on WordPress.  There were quite a few which left me feeling a bit naughty…and I found myself crawling back into bed with Daddy, hoping to spark his lust and get a good fucking.  Initially, I felt hopeful as Daddy’s hand crept under my tank top to tweak my nipples. I quickly removed the garment. When he got up, commanding me to wait there, I was overcome with anticipation…yes, this was happening!  However, when he returned from our walk-in, he held a bottle of lube and the ben wa balls.

“I am going to put this inside you, naughty girl,” he told me, as he pulled back the covers and spread my thighs.  “After, you will go to the kitchen and prepare my hot cocoa.  I plan to sit and enjoy my cocoa while I read the morning news and you will join me.”  This was said as he properly lubed both me and the ben wa balls.  I cried out as he pushed them deeply inside.

“Up you go.  Now, if you are a good girl this morning, I will bring you back here after and take care of you,” he said, kissing me.

“Yes, Daddy,” I whispered.

As I reached for my clothes, he simply said, “No.  You will remain nude.  I would like to look at your pretty breasts this morning.”

He motioned for me to walk in front of him and that long walk down the hallway, nude with ben wa balls firmly inserted into my pleasure spot, caused me to blush crimson.

Standing in our kitchen, preparing his hot cocoa in this state, left me feeling incredibly submissive.  And horny.  I do hope he drinks that hot cocoa quickly!

Happy day, my friends!

Love, nora

Spectacular pain! #NSFW, 18+

Hello, all!  For my fellow Americans, I hope you celebrated a lovely Labor Day weekend 😊

Ours was spectacular, spectacular!

For those familiar, we spent two nights in beautiful Lake Tahoe and took a cruise on the lake around Emerald Bay.  We experienced a little bit of everything…sun & water, night life, and pure relaxation.  We left Sunday afternoon and were able to sleep in our own bed last night with a full day of relaxation ahead of us.

Our mini-holiday was lovely, but that is not what has me grinning from ear to ear like the Cheshire cat this afternoon!  Let me set the scene…

I was relaxed this morning, enjoying my coffee, reading all of your lovely blogs and catching up on email correspondence from across the pond, when Daddy joined me.  He was wearing nothing but his boxers and a smile, and after a kiss to the forward, he ordered me up and into the kitchen to make his morning hot chocolate.  The tone of his voice gave me shivers and whispered of more to come.

Like the obedient little girl that I can be at times, I happily made his hot chocolate, and was sure to remove all of my clothing as I re-entered the room, setting his hot chocolate on the coaster by the chair.

“Good girl,” he said, giving me “the look”.  The look to which I am referring is the look that speaks of adventures to come…sexy, dark adventures.

I returned to my chair and attempted to focus on my laptop, but he just looked so damn sexy sitting there, puppies at his feet, his bare chest radiating all that is strong and male.

“Yes?” he asked, one eyebrow cocked.

“Are we going to…go to the bedroom this morning, Daddy?” I asked him, desperate for confirmation.

“You will be sucking my cock this morning, young lady, if that is what you are asking,” he said, quite sternly.

This little girl got very wet with this statement.

“Go and prepare yourself and wait for me in the corner,” he said.

I immediately obeyed and spent time cleaning and shaving myself.  If I am asked to “prepare” myself, this typically means that I can expect Daddy to make use of my most naughtiest of holes.  To prepare, I inserted a large jelly phallic shaped toy into my anus, to fully lube myself, and to ensure that I was clean.  Once prepared, I waited in the corner, fully nude, arms clasped behind my back.  I was vibrating with anticipation.  I had been needing this for so long.

When Daddy came in the room, he fisted his hand in my hair and guided me to the bed.

“Stay here,” he ordered.

My heart felt like it was going to beat out of my chest as I awaited his return.  When he re-entered the room, I saw he held my black leather cuffs and the double ended bolt snap that clipped them together.  It wasn’t long after that I was receiving a very sound hand spanking, standing there in front of the bed.  Daddy then bent me over the bed, holding onto my wrists, resuming the spanking.  I was soon in tears at the intensity of the spanking.  Pulling me back into a standing position, Daddy unclipped my cuffs and ordered me face down onto the bed.  My cuffs were then refastened together, as I rested on my elbows, my pinkened behind on display.  Daddy spread my thighs and returned with the riding crop.  The crop rained down on my bare bottom and thighs, bringing more cries and pleas for leniency.  I had no idea what was coming.

You see, recently I had brought up the cane to Daddy.  We have two of them.  One that is lighter and whippier, and another which is about the width of my Daddy’s thumb.  I fear this cane, but, I had asked Daddy if he might leave marks on me next time he applies it.  We have both noticed previously that I do not mark easily.  I rarely bruise even though Daddy feels that he is quite harsh with me at times. Apparently, he had decided that this was the day he would leave lasting marks of the cane on my backside.

The first stroke made me scream and brought instant tears.  I had no idea it could hurt so much!  The second was delivered a bit lower but was not delivered quite as hard.  A third stroke was placed right in between the first two.  Three sharp strokes of the cane and tears were streaming down my face.

Daddy brought his face down to mine and said, “I do this for us and because I love you” which is something he always reminds me of when he spanks me harshly.

He then set down the cane and resumed with the riding crop.  I was lost somewhere in subspace and didn’t realize he had actually stopped spanking me until I felt him spread my cheeks and insert the medium glass plug.  I tried to be a good girl and relax but ended up pleading for him to stop.  He didn’t, but he did place a vibrator against my clitoris which began a new set of sensations.

That is when my real caning began.  Daddy picked up the thinner cane and began giving me rapid strokes as I rocked back and forth on the vibrator.  I have never been so lost in subspace…the place where pleasure and pain are so intertwined it is impossible to tease them apart.  Well, it was impossible to tell them apart up until the moment Daddy resumed the spanking with the heavier cane.

I am not sure how many he gave me, but each stroke elicited screams and tears.  In between strokes, he reminded me that I was his and his alone.  He continued to draw tears as he drew sharp lines across my naked buttocks and spoke of respect and obedience.

I didn’t realize it was over, until I felt him lay down on the other side of me and unclasp my cuffs.  He pulled me into his arms and spoke the sweetest words to me, as he began to gently stroke my nipple.  The vibrator had fallen away, but the plug was still deep inside my naughty hole.  He advised me that it was to stay there until he was through with me.  What ensued next was a mind-blowing orgasm on my end, elicited by his mouth suckling my breast and his fingers manipulating my pleasure spot.  Not long after, his cock was deep in my throat and it was his turn to experience sheer bliss from his submissive.

The rest of the day was spent lounging by the pool.  I wore a skimpy black tank top and thong panties, to please Daddy with my visible marks.  All in all, this was a fantastic weekend.

I just want to take a moment to thank you for your readership!  And to my friends on the East Coast, please stay safe.  From what I read, this hurricane is no joke.

Love always,

nora