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.