A busy yet lazy weekend

I know, the title contradicts itself, but it really has been. We attended two different get togethers with two different large groups of people. While socializing keeps me happy it’s also very draining for me, so by the end of the running around I was happy for the landing place of my master.

Friday evening was a cook book group. Everyone brings a different dish and we all share. We both really enjoy this monthly event as it’s a fun way to try different food. This month we came with a apricot glazed pork loin that everyone appeared to enjoy.

When we arrived only the host was there so it gave me time to warm up to socializing. While master talked and joked I stayed tucked up against his side, letting his energy bring me in to my own. Having a partner who is so social really does amazing things for my social anxiety.

By the time the night was ending I had moved to the couch in to the midst of the throng of people. Master by my side I felt comfortable to laugh and relax. His hand was never far from my leg or arm. Often he curled it around my waist. In the moments I was tired of talking he would pick up the banter and I would just lean against him. His body was like a constant recharge for me.

Saturday was a game night at another friends house. This one I spend tome with often so it was less draining for me. Still though, two evenings of lengthy social settings was draining all on its own so I was glad for the slow start. Amazing food and a amusing game of cards against humanity helped keep the evening fun.

The entire energy between the two groups of people is night and day. While they were both loads of fun, the first group we keep a tighter grip on being more…appropriate? The second group had me getting tickles and using terms like daddy and master. I was at ease in a house I knew like my own and with friends I feel are like family. I believe master felt the same way.

Today, much like yesterday before we headed out, had us enjoying the luxury of sleeping in, the bliss of play, and the treat of enjoying coffee in bed.

With the kids away for a little bit the break has been a wonderful treat for us both. Tomorrow has us leaving for our little vacation so it’s good times all around.

Tonight has us enjoying the fresh air when master makes us dinner on his new grill. We went and picked up some charcoal after setting up his phone as he has been eager to test it out. We also picked up some lanterns for the deck off our bedroom. Tonight will probably see us enjoying our last night here for a few days in the warmth of their glow enjoying a cup of tea.

From good to bad and back again

Lucy bounced in excitement. She had been waiting for a super long time for her package to come in the mail.

When she stumbled across the hello kitty colouring book on Amazon she had immediately shared the link with daddy. She had pleaded and squealed in excitement while reading the product description on the phone to him.

“Oooo!! It says here it even has a picture of her hugging a cupcake!!! Please daddy!! I’ll colour you a nice one and do my bestist to keep in the lines. Pleeeeeease!!!”

Daddy had chuckled and agreed to the purchase, he had even called her little one, and he knew how much she loved that. It was a great day to be a babygirl!

But the waiting, it drove her crazy. It took longer then anything! Even longer then cookies took to cool. It took so long she began to wonder if it would ever arrive.

And then it was at her door. She bounced as she tore at the package but forced herself to stop as she didn’t want to rip the book. That wouldn’t be very good at all!

She wasn’t still for long though. The front of the book was to cute to not bounce. Hello kitty stood under a brightly coloured rainbow, a heart balloon held in her hand floated up under its ark.

This book was already to cute for words! Lucy smiled as she flipped through the pages.

So many cute kitty pictures! Here she was holding a tea cup. There she was holding a ice cream cone. Another page had her watering a potted flower. The watering can in her hand had a little duck on it. It was so damn cute!

Another page showed her in a dress, little music notes around her head. And then Lucy saw it. The picture of kitty hugging the cupcake. Her mind went immediately to wondering what kind it was. Maybe bubblegum or even better lavender!!

Forgetting all about the big girl things she needed to do like dishes and vacuuming the house she found her pencil crayons and began to fill in the frosting of the cupcake a deep colour purple. Then hello kitty’s bow the cheerful red.

She jumped as the key in the door startled her from her picture. The pencil she had been colouring with found its way to her mouth guiltily where she began to softly nibble it. Daddy was home and she hadn’t done her chores.

And now the door was open and she was still sitting at her picture. She couldn’t move fast enough to meet him now as she always did. She put the pencil crayon down, noticing the nibble marks. Daddy would be disappointed with her, he always told her not to put them in her mouth. Today had started out so well and now she couldn’t do anything proper. Her hair curtained her face as she lowered her head. The red of the bow blurred as tears pricked her eyes.

“Hello babygirl!”

At least his voice sounded cheerful. Maybe he wouldn’t be upset she didn’t meet him at the door after all. Sniffing quietly she responded softly. “Hello daddy, how was your day?”

His hands on her shoulders made her jump. “I see your book came today, now I understand why you didn’t meet me at the door. That’s a adorable picture princess.”

“Isn’t it! It’s just so cute!” Her voice wasn’t hesitant now, it bubbled with full babygirl excitement. “I did the frosting purple because it’s a lavender cupcake! I even stayed in the lines! It’s for you, daddy.” She smiled as she looked up at him, her eyes now filled with love and pride.

“I see,” his voice held a smile as he stroked her hair. “I do know how you love lavender baby. Thank you for the picture, I’ll hang it on the fridge with the others you have done for me. Now tell me, did you do the chores I asked you to do today little one?”

Normally the name would have made her insides mush but today she felt them begin to knot up. “Um” her voice was small again a guilty squeak.

“Baby” his hand had stopped petting her and his fingertips tapped against her scalp, a unspoken signal for her to get to the point. Each tap filled her with dread. She was going to be in trouble.

“Well, the package came, and I got really excited.”

“I bet,” he said his voice holding a smile again, “it’s a very cute book for a very cute girl, but, did you do as I asked of you before I left this morning?”

Swallowing she shook her head.

“Use your words” his voice was soft.

“No daddy,

“ she whispered. “I forgot because I got excited and I wanted to colour in my new book. Then you got home and I wasn’t fast enough to meet you like I normally do and I chewed my pencil,” she picked it up to show him, “and I didn’t do my tasks and today is all messed up!” She felt tears in her eyes again as she lowered her head. “I’m sorry daddy” her voice quivered as she tried not to cry.

His fingers tilted her head back up. “It is a very nice book little one,” he started to pet her hair again as she sniffled. “You did very good at keeping in the lines, and that cupcake does look yummy.”

She almost smiled but couldn’t quite make her face listen.

“But I asked you to do your tasks. Excited or not they are there for a reason and you know what happens when you don’t complete them.”

“Yes daddy,” she whispered as she felt his hand wrap around her hair.

Despite her guilt at not doing as she was asked she felt herself grow wet as he pulled her to her feet. Sometimes daddy held her like this when he spanked her. Not today though, this was a punishment. He would drag her to the corner and have her stand with her nose to the wall for 5 minutes. Just as they had negotiated when working out punishments versus funishments. She hated the corner.

As he steered her around the room with a firm grip on her hair she found her legs slowing down. She could at least get a little pleasure from the pain before the humiliation of the corner.

“Don’t drag your feet” a sharp tug made her stumble forward. Daddy was to smart and knew exactly what she was doing. “Little brat,” he said as he pushed her down over the couch with a firm hand to her back. His hand still held her hair.

Gasping from the thrill of the fall she looked at him over her shoulder, this wasn’t the corner. She felt her thighs grow slick under her skirt. At least she listened about no panties.

“Your lucky,” he whispered, his mouth pressed against her ear, “that you kept in the lines little one, and that you have such a understanding daddy.” His teeth nipped her ear and she squirmed and whimpered. “What do you say,” he growled as his hand flipped her skirt exposing her ass.

“Thank you daddy,” her voice was all breath and trembles. She yelled as he swatted her hard without warning.

“I can’t hear you,” his hand came down again and she moaned.

“Thank you daddy!” She squealed as her pussy ached with arousal. Her breath came out in a rush as his hand came down hard again and her legs trembled.

“Hold still and count,” he ordered. His hand was still in her hair as he spoke.

“Yes daddy,” she gulped. She kept time with each smack all the way up till 10. Her ass was red and stinging and her counting had turned to whimpers and pleading requests for him to take her.

She didn’t have to ask twice as he roughly entered her from behind. One hand clutched her throat as the other kept its firm hold in her hair.

“Daddy!” She half gasped half yelled as he took what was his and his alone. As he thrust with increasing urgency her eyes closed and she became lost to the sensation of the pressure of his hands and the probing of his cock.

It stopped as sudden as it had started. His release mixed with her own dripping down her legs. Slapping her ass one final time he flipped down her skirt and pulled her back to a standing position before releasing her hair. “After you clean yourself up your going to go get me some scissors and a magnet, and do those tasks. Understand?”

“Yes daddy,” she replied, ass throbbing and a smile on her lips. It was a good day after all.

Time slipping past

It’s hard to believe already over a month has passed from when I last wrote. It’s been a blur of family activities, dynamic ups and downs, time with friends, and the time eating lull of day to day.

We hosted our first dinner together over Easter for the kids, my parents, and my grandparents. Everyone enjoyed the meal and it had us, for the first tine in our partnership, juggling the prep of a big meal, sugar hyped kids, and the hustle of a holiday.

Some noteworthy takeaways from the weekend:

Macaroni apparently works well as a side for turkey and ham

Kids wake up stupid early on Easter to hunt for chocolate

Coffee is a constant life source

Writing a note from the bunny is worth it just to see the kids reaction

When your lover hides all the eggs and then informs you he made a list and walks you around to show you where each one is hid, you’ll fall a little more in love

Ham in a slow cooker is god

French toast casserole is the stuff littles dream about and is super duper amazing

Family time is everything

After the dinner was done and the house fell silent I leaned against my master, my head on his chest. The lull of his heart mixed with the swirl from the few coolers I had humming around my head. We had made it through the craziness. Sleep had never felt better that night.

These coming days have the kids going to the lake with their father so I took some time off work and we decided to take a impromptu vacation. We leave Monday for Whistler and come home Thursday. After the hustle of Easter it will be a nice break.

We ventured out to Fort Langley last week for a spur of the moment date night. It was almost the end of masters school week and we wanted to get out of the house, we purchased bath bombs and enjoyed amazing food and drinks, we walked by the river and just enjoyed being outside.

Takeaways from that adventure:

Rose bath bombs are really nice, I’m not sure about the petties it left in the tub though

The little in me wakes up every time I see a stuffy. I saw a stuffed pig and just about lost it. It’s now my life mission to get a stuffed pineapple and sleep with it every night

Piano music sounds so much better after a strong drink

Lavender fudge is tucking epic

Our dynamic is still, as it always should be, in a state growth. We have been watching videos and researching and master is learning how to ask for things. The other night he even felt comfortable enough to punish, or correct, (still not sure on my word preference here), me for forgetting to complete a task on my list.

Takeaways from that experience:

You have to be creative when punishing and or disciplining a masochist who is a brat, we will be mouthy just to get hit, so the dominant has to think outside of the box.

Cold water sucks thus proving I am probably a kitten

It’s impossible to cum when someone is keeping time counting down from 2 minutes with a riding crop. You find yourself keeping time as well.

When they get to one and they come to a dead stop it will suck. It will really really suck, but you’ll hold your tongue to avoided more cold water.

When he tells you not to fucking forget again you’ll swirl with who the hell are you to talk to me like that, and holy fuck that was the hottest thing ever!!

That night as I fell asleep in bed, wanting and slightly erked I reflected on just how far we have progressed over these months. I embraced the punishment and the feelings of slight humiliation it came with to be talked to like I was less then. I thought carefully about how the concept made me feel and what it said about our foundation.

My thoughts:

Submissive women have a hard internal battle all the time. The want to be talked down to at times, and the impulse to fight against it. The “it’s so good but so bad” head space can hold a lot of over thinking.

Through out the “scene” I never once felt unsafe, just as it should always be. I was surprised by the shift in master as the intensity of the play was unexpected, especially with how he ended it. Yet when it was done I found myself thinking, “I hope he sticks to this and doesn’t let me cum until tomorrow.” He did. Yet, how strange is it to find yourself wondering to the siren when you know it’s dangerous. So right but so wrong to allow someone to say what I can and can not do with MY body.

Where had his head been in the planning process of this play? Had he been timid, often not a word we want to associate with Domly D dom but that those of us with partners first and dominants second know a lot about.

So bad and so good and I fell asleep excited and happy and feeling very owned.

All these building blocks take time to stack up. It’s easy to have a vision in our mind of a dynamic, but individuals are so multi layered the chances of the exact vision coming to light are slim to none. Patience and compromise have been great tools for us both. While I’m great at one, the other isn’t a strong trait of mine, care to guess the one?

I’ve joined a Kink group on Facebook and master has as well. Slowly we are starting to branch out, we are going to our first dungeon soon and i can hardly wait. I’m eager for the play, but as always I’m more eager for the conversation needed to plan it. The scene building if you would. This will be something new for us both and in many ways a treat.

While it’s true at times a learning dominant can frustrate me, one that is set in their ways would piss me off a hell of a lot more. In my master I get the luxury to shape our dynamic WITH him, not around him. In all we do we do together. Life is great and love is stable. Our nights are blissful and our days are busy. I wouldn’t have it any other way