Friday, September 30, 2016

little has been away from here

Little has been away from here. Just living life.
I have thought over the months about shutting this page. I'm still doing this in secret and nervous to be found out. I almost had to shut down just trying to get back in here. I'd forgotten the log-ons having never written anything down.

I am still submissive to Sir, though not as often as I would like for the same old reasons. His life, my life and that is not a life together.
Mentor Daddy is still here...tick!
I have had doubts over this year about whether I am in fact, a submissive girl. I still wear my ring and I tingle when he says certain things.

I got a speeding fine the other day. My first in a very long time. I was devastated that I had cost my family an unnecessary burden. I was irritated with myself that I had been so careless, so reckless.

When I told Sir about the fine He said, 'Well that was very naughty. Don't go so fast, don't speed. I have followed your car and you go too fast!'
My mouth hit the floor. He thinks I speed? 
'You think I speed?'
'Yes you do.'
I was stunned that he had never said anything. I didn't quite believe him. I thought he was making it up and I couldn't understand why he hadn't said anything before. Even through my misgivings, I felt relief  as He admonished me for being naughty. In truth, this is why I told him. I needed him to disapprove. I needed Him to take care of His girl; to tell her she was bad. Hell's bells I had said worse to myself. I was upset about my transgression, but when he said a simple, calm, 'Well that was very naughty,' as we sat eating omelette and toast on a bright sunny morning, I was overwhelmingly relieved.
'Don't speed again!'
'Yes Daddy.'

After breakfast He took His girl to the room and flogged her naughty arse.

I have been very careful to take notice of my speed  and stay under the limit ever since.
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Monday, February 15, 2016

a day with Daddy

I did get some time with Daddy last Friday.
School went back. It was the first time we've been able to get together for weeks, months actually. 
I was very skitchy. I needed to be controlled, overwhelmed, and I told him so. 

He was very harsh with me...very. He probably thinks not, but it hurt, it stung, I was marked.
It was what I needed, what I ached for and longed for.

I was 10 mins late. Not on purpose. That's what he used...all day. It was needed. There were tears. There was screaming. There was begging. He made me use my words. I called him a bastard for doing it, for making me use my words. That was simply more reason for punishment.

I admit I couldn't stop laughing and then crying. I am such a wimp!
I could tell He needed it too. He needed to make me cry. He wanted to hurt me. He needed to cause me pain. He is not entirely comfortable with that side of himself. He tried to deny it for a very long time. I saw it, from the very beginning I knew it was there. I liked it. I loved it when He exercised it without hesitation.

He gave me sustenance. We lunched and drank wine followed by a wonderful afternoon nap.