A short & sweet spanking story
Tag: Daddy Doms
While I do not consider labels to be all that important, as they fail to ever be all-encompassing, it is inevitable that labels are used in our human quest to describe ourselves and our experiences. My most important label is the one my husband gave me 14 years ago…wife. I am my husband’s wife, and this is a label I plan to keep for life.
As Daddy and I made the 8-hour car trek back home last weekend, we decided that we would write a blog together to pass some of the time. This was exciting to me as we had never- to this point- done anything like this together and I was looking forward to collaborating. After considering several topics to talk about, we decided that it might work better if I “interviewed” Daddy and just got his perspective on some matters down in writing.
Unlike most of my posts, which reflect my love of all things related to spanking, this evening I sit down to write about the incredible sex that I just spent all afternoon having (and I’ll write about the spanking too). Daddy really gave it good to this little girl today.
I was thinking about my Daddy’s hands this morning…and what they must endure to ensure that I behave myself. While my Daddy almost always uses a paddle or strap on my naughty behind during a spanking, he usually warms my bottom up with his hand. That doesn’t seem quite fair as it leaves his hand … Continue reading Daddy’s Hands