“Daddy, please dominate me tonight,” were the words that I whispered into my husband’s ear last night when he arrived home after work. Grinning, he whispered back, “Oh, don’t you worry, little girl. I know just what to do with you.”
And, he did.
After my evening bath, I stood nude, waiting in the corner of our bedroom for him. Not long after, he came in, ignoring me as he went to our toy chest in the walk-in closet. Behind me, I could hear him bringing things out, but I didn’t dare turn around as once I am in the corner, I am to stay there until he releases me.
Without a word, he took my arm and turned me around so I was facing him. He instructed me to lift my hair and he firmly attached the collar around my neck. He then led me to the bed and ordered me to lay down, face first. I obeyed and soon my wrists were hand cuffed above my head, my nude body stretched out behind me. Then, without warning, he forcefully thrust the silver plug into my bottom.
Patting my cheeks, he said, “Aren’t you a cute little bunny?”. My face burned in shame, knowing that he was seeing me nude, with the white bunny tail plug thrust up my rear.
He kneeled down by the bed, and in my ear he said sternly, “I do this because I love you, baby girl. This is to remind you who you belong to. You are mine forever.”
His sweet words said, he was through with talking.
After a brisk hand spanking, the carpet beater rained down all over my naked backside. I cried and squirmed the best I could, but the hand cuffs hurt if you wiggle too much. My spanking seemed to go on and on. How had I forgotten how much this particular instrument hurt?
After seven or eight hard strikes right to the middle of my bottom, he paused, setting down his means of pain. But he wasn’t finished with me, not by far.
Next came the wooden paddle. My wooden paddle, with the naughty images drawn on each side. This brought tears and desperate pleas for him to stop. I tried my best to hold still, but each stroke had me kicking and revealing my feminine charms.
He asked me if I had had enough. I cried out yes.
He asked me if I could take more and I was silent. I finally whispered, “yes, Daddy”.
He left my side and returned to the closet. When he returned, I felt the cold touch of the cane on my bottom.
“You will get six and you will count them,” he told me.
Before I could even consider pleading with him, the first blow landed, burning Daddy’s mark across the lower cheeks of my backside.
I cried out, the pain flooding my mind and body. And, I counted.
He laid five more searing stripes across my bottom before he set down the cane and released my hand cuffs.
He came to the other side of the bed, and ordered me into his arms. He didn’t have to ask twice as I was desperate for his comfort. He held me until my tears subsided and he reminded me that he loved me more than anything. I expressed my love and my gratitude to him for fulfilling my request.
We didn’t make love, as life’s responsibilities were calling.
But tonight, I plan on showing Daddy how much this little girl appreciates the discipline he gave me last night…
Oh, and these are Daddy’s means of pain…all purchased from Cane-Iac.
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