Thou shalt not…

The more stuff I do, attempt to do, or think of doing ,it’s like I’m preparing for demise on a grander scale. 

Such as: thou shalt not travel at high speeds, sloweth down. No tickets, no losing control. You shall be punished most severely. 

Thou shalt not piss off Daddy by messing with Him, or thou will be beat til you bleedith and I leave you there tied up. 

Thou shall not lie, when I, Daddy,  ask you a question the truth shall be what I hear. You shall be punished most severely. 

Thou shalt not eat things I don’t approve of. You shall be punished most severely. 

Thou shall not present thyself in a sexy manner when out of my presence. You shall be punished most severely. 

Thou shall not go without a collar in public. You shall be punished most severely. 

Thou shalt raise thy tongue to me, ask in a respectful manner to speak first,foremost. You will not be denied. If rule is forgotten you will be punished most severely.  

If you continue being bratty, you shall reap your reward of being punished most severely. 

If you think up scathingly brilliant plans to bring world harm, you shall be punished most severely. 

Talk to me in a disrespectful tone, you  feel my wrath.

I finally noticed a theme in all of it. I’m blonde, it takes me a while to catch on. I think He wants to beat my ass.  I could be wrong but I doubt it. Then when we are together He will say, “Just screw up or piss me off babygirl, I’ve got some new ideas I’d like to try, so…”

So, this leads me to wonder how safe I am at any given time. I swear He has lazers in His eyes, I can feel my ass  heat up from just Him looking at it. He hasn’t even touched it yet.

There was a new commandment as of recent. “Thou shall not say these words: No or ouch, if thou doest, punishment shall be even more swift and severe. 

Now granted these are common words, I took for granted how often these words are said in everyday language. He has even tried to catch me off guard. If the list grows, I swear I will be forced to become mute. No longer speaking. Speaking. Yeah speaking… So, what I heard was I CAN think the words, I CAN sign the words, I CAN say them under my breath, just not at a level that He will audibly hear them. I do occasionally forget. And the punishment is swift and severe. All those around stop and stare, like how you treat a bad accident.  You don’t want to leave your personal info or tell a cop what you saw but you know what  you just witnessed was bad, then they’re gone. 

I must say afterward,He is Master most kind, on a large scale. Reminding me how loved I am, how treasured I am , how adored I am. I’m given all the kisses and caresses I can handle. He does take very good care of what’s His. His ownership over His slave is taken most seriously. He explains why He did what He did. He will ask if I understand, nothing is kept from me in that moment. I can feel His words through my body, not like a rumble, but like a cool mist. My eyes half closed. He has full control and I have been reminded not to step out of bounds, it will be repeated, even in public if need be. My bratty mind wants to sort of push in public, did He mean it? This whole other side of me says, “Are you stupid of course He meant it, don’t you dare say a word”. But I even have thoughts like , ” if He’s at work and I let one of those 2 words slip through my lips, will He beat me? If He has to leave and I say one of those words, will He stop and beat me? If there was an emergency, or had to respond to His club would He stop and beat my ass? Although I notice my thoughts never get to the other side.this soft whisper ,like a breeze, comes to me and echoes in ear…” He has a key.” Oh yeah, Of course He’ll be back, even if it’s late He would no doubt pull me out of my nice, comfy bed that I’m all snuggled in dreaming sweet dreams, and possibly beat my ass worse then before, only because He knows I planned it at the worst moment for Him. My mind is most fowl. Granted, I have not done that, but there is a scared part of me that will not let that go to far. I fear one day my whole body will contort so my head can actually SEE my ass, and it will be apologizing. Something like, ” I’m so sorry ass, that brat has a way of pissing us all off, none of us want trouble from that Daddy.  He’s actually quite sexy, nice guy, but that fucking brat speaks first with no thought of you ass and how you pay dearly for her antics, or evil ways. We just don’t know how to save you, but stay strong,tough, know that we are all rooting for you to pull through each beating the best you can. Yes, we all know you are attached. That Fucking brat.”  In my mind it goes something like that. What would He think if there was no more brat, no more playfulness, nothing but an agreeable slave always ready to serve. Would that be boring to Him? Or does He dream of a day when He spanks me so hard that the brat just leaves my body like it had an exorcism. 

Does He pray at night, “Lord, you know I’m a great Master, she’s still breathing. Her ass is still attached. Her tongue has not been cut from her head. But I did fuck that girl til it hurt her, til I was hungry, til I feel I’ve accomplished the art of fucking, I mean making love to her roughly, very roughly and she survived. That girl lived, Grrrrrrr.”  I fear this might be far more accurate. 

In my heart,  I only want to serve as His treasured slave, my words be soft and kind. My hearts desire is to serve so He feels love, care, and respect. A slave to be an example to all. Dominants everywhere are in awe of how  He’s treated,  they wonder if they can get that from their own slaves. He’s so proud of me. 

My friends look at me, sort of giggle and say, “Do you like being beat by your Daddy?” 

“Well of course not” my response.  I don’t plan these things,  but they just sort of happen. 


The very bad, long, hard day. True story…

So, my babygirl/middle side is out and in full force. I can’t sleep, tried to eat, nothing works. I need Daddy. Plain and simple.

For the adult in me, it was a rough week. Scary things happened tuesday, never processed them as of yet. Then I did the worst thing ever, I checked the mail. I hate mail. More bad stuff. Still not processing quickly. Is my processor broken, or just on vaca? Idk.

Yesterday was the worst day, in a long time. Some days have bad moments, I can finally let go. But this was one thing after another. To much, someone make this day stop, I want out of here. I really wanted to leave work, go home, throw my blanket over my head, hold my stuffie, yes I have one. Mr. Bear!  I’m not a little, I’m a middle. I still need a stuffy. It’s almost my only one. 

When I’m not processing anything I forget to ask for exactly what I need, which is: patience, lots of love, understanding,  hugs, no talk. There’s nothing to talk about,  yet. Still processing… I might be an adult, that’s what the world sees, but inside is the heart of a child. You wouldn’t let a child do this big world on their own would you? Lots of days, I’m good to go. I have babygirl moments, I can handle adulting. But somedays, poof, it’s just gone. I want to hide from everyone, including Daddy.  Just everyone let me be. Stop acting like I need to be so strong 24/7. That is not how real babygirls are. 

This is the reason I go online, my other babygirls meet there. We have fun. No one but us, no world, no stress,  no problems, just be your babygirl self. 

I’m in an adult relationship with Him. We have a unique dynamic. We are Master/slave, then Daddy/babygirl. I’m a babygirl with all that it implies. But I’m not a babygirl all the time. 

Yesterday the world beat me up. I couldn’t get anyone to listen, no help from ppl, it went downhill fast. I feel scared right now, my safety has been compromised, I NEED to feel safe, the adult and babygirl in me. Then I lost a friend, not death, walked away. But not before yelling at me, how I saw it. But I’m a babygirl, and Daddys slave, I still stand by my position as the best one, I put Daddy first in my mind when I made a decision. I would still do it again. Daddy comes first, always.  It’s not about what I want. I do practice what I talk about. Then a person who just lies, and lies, and lies, and lies. I hate it. Then also, He’s MY DADDY, so back off bitch. That’s just how I feel. Don’t like it, I don’t care. 

The day ended with I really needed help.I really needed my Daddy. But I didn’t know how to say those words at all. Instead I said the wrong thing, now Daddy is mad at me. Last thing I wanted, or needed. How do I process all of this? I dont. I stuff it. The babygirl needs guidance. If I knew how to do all this on my own I wouldn’t need my Daddy. But I do. Probably more than He knows.  I like depending on Him to be there. That doesn’t mean I’m helpless. Maybe clueless, needy, and clingy, just a little. I also know I don’t have all the answers, never will. That’s what Daddy is for. 

Instead of making Him so mad. I wish I could go back, state it correctly so maybe I could have gotten cuddles from Him. Now I just feel sick to my stomach. I had some tears over the day, but the worst ones were over Daddy.  I wish He could read my babygirl side and know instantly that I’m in a whole different world at that moment. I’m not even adulting. I don’t want to. I hate it. 

For now, I’m stuck in my babygirl world. Which is not good when there’s adult stuff to do, lots to get done. But the babygirl says, “fuck it”. I push everyone to an outer distance so I can’t get hurt. Go away.  The only one who doesn’t is usually Daddy. He wants me to talk. Hard to do when I can’t process, can’t focus. Not sure where to start. I need time,  Daddy is gonna be busy,  He already told me. So alone it is. I am stuck in babygirl world. I have good movies, Mr.Bear, and a phone. Hmm. Hoping I can’t get into trouble.I need chocolate,  that always helps. No stress, no pressure, no checking the mail. I need my happy place, it includes Daddy, but He’s busy. I’m understanding.  But everyone else, go away, no one is allowed in my world. I will bite. 

If you don’t know what littles, middles. Or babygirls are. I suggest some research. We are perfectly fine ppl. We just have a kid heart that never grows up. So a Daddy/Mommy takes care of us, it’s to different points per couple. To different extremes. It’s what you know about your little/middle/babygirl and love them anyway.  There’s nothing wrong with it. But if you get into one of these relationships trying to change that person, you’re wrong. They are being who they are. I close myself off from the world, but some dont. Don’t judge. I’m not feeling bratty, just sad, lost, confused, tired, needy, teary, not comfy, alone. I’m trying to process. It was a tough week. Tuesday turned it upside down, then from there I sort of derailed. 

I can feel the slave in me, but I can’t reach her right now, only babygirl. I need some sleep, but I’m not sleepy. I need something else, but what? Idk.

♡ babygirl 

It takes a beast, to calm a beast

I have writings that have never been published,  for my eyes only. As I was reading them I realized just how far my Daddy and I have come.

When He started training me, I fought Him like a baby animal, with thoughts in my head that I would win. Well, look at me now! Almost a year together, and I don’t piss Him off every time I turn around! Just occasionally now. Working on it. It’s wise to work on, cuz I don’t want Daddy near my ass, well unless He’s fucking it. But then He’s behind me and anything could happen. Always stay aware…

As I was reading my diary excerpt, I was intrigued so I started at the beginning and really paid attention to what I wrote. The one thing I can say about my Daddy, He pays attention to detail. He knew why I fought Him so hard back then, was that others had failed miserably,  and He would not. How He knew I would eventually give up, I don’t know. When did He know that we belonged together, and this would work? Beyond me. I had no idea it would last this long, but I’m so glad it has.

I used to pride myself on making sure no man could get through my walls, the barbed wire, electrified fence, moat with crocs in it, and poisonous snakes. Guard dogs. I was one woman, that even hell didn’t want to touch, yet somehow someone knew that to fight me, you need a demon. So, for me, they sent Satan himself. I do call Daddy, a beast. Only because He had His hands full when we started, I’ve calmed down immensely,  not that He should relax anytime soon! But He’s got me, and I like that He conquered me! As I know it was no easy feat. And why should it be. I have been damaged, I’ve been to hell and back, so the only man that can really claim me, or even share my bed with me, must be a demon. Head demon to be exact.

Why did it have to be such a rough beginning. This is a good question that I ask myself. I could be all hearts and flowers, but if you know me then you know it’s fake as hell. I have refused to be on my knees for men before. Just because we are in a lifestyle that calls for submitting,  doesn’t mean I was going to. I had never been on my knees for a play partner, or anyone who hasn’t earned my full respect! This is no lie. I have bowed down only 3 times my entire life as a slave.

Funny thing , none of them ever seemed to notice. And that was their failure right there. I was the only who knew they’d be gone quick, so quick. I would use them for my own pleasure, then be done. While they are trying to gather their own thoughts , I’m already onto the next. This was the old me. I’ve taught many subs/slaves. If He wants you, He must prove it. Which makes my point all the more sweeter, ‘ most dominants in this lifestyle are players’. Never bow down to  that.

Be careful who you kneel before. You will have to submit too. Another pride of mine.  I won’t submit. Still, old me, old way of thinking.

When did this change for me? Well, from reading my diary excerpt, it started to change last summer. My Daddy, had had enough of my behavior. I really figured He would just run home to His mommy and need cuddles. But NO, this man, this dominant,  this fucking BEAST stayed put, and right in my path. It takes a beast, to calm a beast. I finally met my match. The showdown was spectacular.   I have always tried to believe I didn’t need anybody. I couldn’t be loved,  I wouldn’t submit, or kneel. Fuck them all for even trying. But the BEAST in front of me was either going to learn a lesson, or He was going to turn me into a pile of mush.

I never wanted to be soft or gentle.  But now I am. He won. The beast in me, fell to her knees. I submitted wholeheartedly.  I knew I had to. For this BEAST broke me down to my last breath. A fight like no other has ever known. Nearly an apocalyptic event! No man could do what He has done. There is proof, my girls have never seen it happen, but they’ve seen me have my way, and my damage path was full of headstones of old dominants, or shall I say ‘wannabes’. Tail between their legs, curled up in the fetal position, thumb in their mouth, crying for mommy. But not my BEAST,  He stands proudly, let’s me stand by His side. I proudly kneel before Him, I smile to myself each time I’m in position and He enters. He earned it!  I enjoy it! As He shows me all the time ‘ Who I Belong To’ I’m always beaming with pride!

Hell had one trick left up their sleeve, they saved the best for last.  He’s mine! I’m so His!  I wasn’t His first, but I’m damn sure I want to be His last! I’m broken down, He broke me over and over til there was nothing left. He builds me like an architect makes plans for their finest building. Beaming with His own pride, He deserves to be served like the slave that I am. I will serve my Beast as long as it works for us both.

He never has to worry. I don’t look at other men. Why? Because no mortal man has ever done what my BEAST has, conquered me. I don’t care if he’s vanilla or kinky, rich, thinks I’m hot. FUCK YOU ALL . Only one man deserves ALL of me! The one which has my respect, the one who didn’t back down from me, the one who I kneel before and serve. I know my Daddy is a mere mortal man too, but in my eyes, He’s perfect. There is nothing He can’t do. He already did the impossible,  got me to submit. He has my respect. I don’t care about other men. They don’t impress me. There isn’t anything they can give me that Daddy doesn’t, and more. Yes, I love sex, but empty sex is not what I’m after. Daddy has what I need. He owns me. I’m fully His. I want my Daddy! Only my Daddy! No one could take my eyes off of Him!

I love you Daddy♡ my BEAST ♡













Let out of prison after 24yrs, found not guilty



Today felt like someone opened the prison doors, and I was let out. I was found ‘not guilty’. I spent 24 years feeling guilty for a crime I didn’t commit, in my mind of course.

Let’s start at the very beginning,  it’s a very good place to start. What was I guilty of:  I don’t know exactly. My ex made me feel guilty from the moment I was I pregnant, til delivery, there were problems, and he was abusive. So,  I lost one twin, kept one. I was supposed to lose both,  but by some miracle/blessing, however you choose to word it, I got to keep one baby. There is a lot of info kept out of this, only because I don’t talk about this unless I need to.  But my Daddy and my bff want me to feel better. I want to feel better too

I’m sad cuz I will always love my son. Even though I never got to feed, care for him. He’s still my forever child. He will always matter.

Why am I guilty? Well after today, I don’t think I am.  My bff, Chanse, is a midwife. So she asked key questions, had me answer them and draw her own conclusions. If anyone ever asked me before, I don’t know I don’t remember.
So, she explained, very thoroughly how I’m not held responsible for my son’s death. Yet, my ex is. I knew I hated that man, always will. Her explanations made sense. It was things I didn’t really know about. I did nursing but I did pediatrics  and geriatrics. It made sense,  and she was quite helpful, so was Daddy.

Today made me feel like I was let out of prison. That after  24 long,hard years. I was found ‘not guilty ‘. Maybe if I had known sooner, I would have let it go. I don’t know. I do know it felt very good to not think that it was all my fault, like I had been told for years. I held onto this because I have tried to figure out what I did wrong. Did I forget my vitamins? What happened?  Today I needed to know. What did I do wrong. As it turns out, it wasn’t my fault. It was all my exes doing. My body could only take so much physical ,verbal,and emotional abuse. Once it’s in survival mode it’s trying to stay alive. My body was working very hard to save 3 people. But unfortunately,  we suffered one casualty, my son.I would never let that happen again. Even the next pregnancy with my ex was awful, both me and the baby nearly died that time.

My daughter was different.  I wasn’t with her dad, different man from my ex,  for long after I got pregnant. It was not the same, as I was showed today, my body and baby did just fine during this pregnancy. It’s strange how you can see something through another person’s eyes, completely understand what they are trying to show you. I feel 100x  better. I stopped crying. I do miss my son, but I’m not falling apart. I had been for weeks.

Thanks Daddy,  thanks Chanse.  You two never give up on me.



He knows

I pull onto the parking lot, send Him a quick text so He knows I’m there. As I’m looking around for which direction he will come from. He appears between 2 vehicles, walking my way, our eyes meet. I am looking Him up and down. Damn, I like what I see.  My mind  wanders as He’s walking to me, I know what He looks like clothed or naked,  fuck, He’s so hot, and he’s as much mine, as I am His.

Once we are close enough, we fall into each other, His scent, the feel of him on my skin, the taste of his kiss, the look in His eyes. I want him right then and there. My craving is always the same, I want Him now! He pulls back and is looking at me. I want to know what he’s thinking, but he just stares at me, like he’s taking me in, studying me, my moves. He will be the wild beast I know he is, pounce on me right there. I promise I won’t resist. I will do as you say. I will obey my Master,  just command me and it shall be done. My devotion to you, is matched by the honor it is to serve you. Let me serve in this moment. Please us both Sir.

Only you show restraint, I’m not strong, it’s like the vampire who needs her fix once she’s had a taste. One taste of you isn’t enough. I need you. Fill me Sir with your sweet nectar, I need you still. My craving goes very deep. You are the only one I want, I need you soon. My Sir, my Daddy, My Master, My King… grant my wish, for time with you. I will promise to serve as your faithful slave, I want you to be able to look upon me, beam with pride, as you know I’m the only woman you allow to tempt you. I need you now Master.

As you lay me down, your commands obeyed to the fullest. I need to breathe, but you took my breath away with your love. I need to touch you, but you restrained me and I can’t move Sir.  I need to cum, but I’m trying to ask but the words fail me for the moment. I need you to let me cum, over and over, while you watch my body writhe in ecstasy from you taking what’s yours. He knows what’s His, He’s always known…



Feeling loved, fucked well, and guilty

The last few days were so good. My Daddy came over to spend time with me, two days in a row. The reason it’s a big deal, is that my Daddy is usually so very busy. I respect that, but I miss Him too.

How weds went: like any other day, except that in Az it was raining. I was sending Daddy meme’s and naughty photos. My usual thing to do! I love sending Daddy things that show much I love Him, horny I am, or just to get Daddy more horny! I’m naughty like that.When He came in the house, I was already waiting for Him in slave position, being the good Daddy that He is used me any which way He wanted. He started out by lovingly having me open my mouth for His cock, while still in slave position,  and some kisses from Him too. Once He is ready for to release that position He always puts His hands out to help me up. He them ordered me to be on the bed, and He started giving it to me good, but in a naughty way, not the like a sweet and nice way, He knows my body is His to use as He pleases, and oh fuck does He!!! He used me over and over ,my body is shaking, I can’t take one more minute, I’m out of breath, freshly fucked hard, and loving every minute of it.  Damn He’s good at that. He held me afterwards and we talked for a bit. I love my Daddy!

How Thurs went:  Daddy was working til late , let me know He has a few things to take care, then He would be over and He was mine all night!! Yay! Once Daddy walked in, He was trying so hard to hide that He was tired,  He was wanting us to have time together, outside of ghe bedroom. That was so lovely, but my Daddy was tired. There was no way I wanted to add more on that. I do love staying home and watching netflix too. So we did that, talked for a bit, kissed. I was in a very strange head space ,as my best friend had just broke off his engagement and was very upset. It was hard to not feel guilty that I have everything with my Daddy,  while I am watching my friends life unravel. We will get back to that…

I think Daddy noticed to. How He knew what I needed, I will never know. But oh my god! Daddy and I usually fuck like there’s no tomorrow.  We are great at sex! Sex with Daddy is fun! But last night was probably the second time that we didn’t have sex, we made love. Yes, there’s a difference.  He’s much more gentle, each thrust is for pleasure not pain, I can feel Him on top of me, His weight on me is comforting. They way He looks into my eyes as He is thrusting inside. It’s breath taking, in a different  way. I so needed that. It was beautiful. But then something changed. Daddy was getting more horny, I was too. You could feel this animalistic urge come up from the depths of us. Like our bodies were saying, ‘ ok,  you made love, now let’s fuck’ and it was on. Daddy had me cumming  so hard, and over and over. Now I’m multi orgasmic but this was harder and deeper. Oh fuck! Daddy brought it on. He was thrusting so hard, my body was shaking and moving, it was like watching the exorcist but without spewing green vile. Fuck! He kept going, but then He sent me over the edge, He started playing with my clit while He was thrusting. Oh God, oh Fuck! He kept that up for sometime. I couldn’t take anymore. My body was wanting a break. The wrong move happened, I moved away from Him.

Rule #1, never move away from Daddy. He was mad and all over that in seconds. Picked me up, moved me around. My back was to Him, He bent me over the bed. I knew what was coming for pissing Him off. He violated my ass. It was painful, He made it painful. Til I couldn’t take it one more second. I was so very very sorry for moving away from him. Oh yeah, very sorry. 

I found myself feeling guilty. I was having the time of my life with my Daddy, but my friend was having the worst day ever. I was in love with Daddy, and my friend just lost in love. I get to plan my life with my Daddy,  and my friends life is being uprooted and unresolved. 

By this afternoon,  I found my happy place again. My Daddy is everything to me. I don’t want to feel guilty for being so happy.  I do feel for my friend, but then I feel so lucky, so blessed, so happy. I never know how I got such a great Daddy. Fate? I don’t know. But I do enjoy my life now, especially  with Daddy in it.

Thank you Daddy♡


You naughty little kitten(original story)

Sir was busy with work, nothing unusual there. He had noticed that kitten wasn’t texting him like she used to. Such as, her whereabouts, with whom she was out with, how much money she spent, even down to playing with herself and not asking. All of these things were against her rules. Granted ,Sir did show her some leniency since he was working, and he knew she got bored easily. But Sir had enough.  Who was in charge here.

Sir showed up at kittens apartment,  he let himself in. He decided to go look through her closet first, see just how much  shopping  she had done in the last month. There were many surprises waiting for him, none of which were going to be good for kitten. As Sir checked out her bathroom, he even noticed her toys out ,laying on a towel, near the sink. They looked freshly cleaned, which meant they had been used, but Sir knew nothing about that. He went to her kitchen to see how she was eating, plenty of junk food in there. Something he only allowed a little bit of.

Sir looked around her place, noticed she was not cleaning like she used to. His only thought was; ‘ what has my kitten been up to?’

Sir, made himself comfortable,  he was going to wait for kitten to come home. Then he would find out what she was up to.

After about an hour of waiting, Sir hears keys rustling in the door lock, it opens, and who walks through the door… his kitten.  She is carrying bags of goodies from the mall. Kitten noticed Sir the moment she took one step in her place. She had never had him just show up before, do surprise inspections. Kitten looked worried. What did Sir know? How much trouble was she in?

Sir just looked at her, he said nothing. She was looking more and more scared, especially  as she remembered toys in her bathroom.  She started to try to explain how the toys were out, why the mess, the junk food. How she knew that he trusted her ,so she didn’t want to bother him by texting so much. She kept talking and talking. Sir, finally rose from the sofa he was sitting on, he started to walk towards her, but kitten was slowly backing up.

“Backing away from me kitten, haven’t I told you to never back away from me? He said.

She only turned her eyes to the ground, and shook her head yes. She knew this was getting worse, she just had no idea how much trouble she was in. She stopped dead in her tracks. He kept coming towards her, til he was finally right in front of her. He was so close that she could feel his hot breath on her cheek. He brought his hand up, and put his muscular hand on her throat.she brought her hands up block him as he cut off her air, he smacked her hands away. She put them back down. As he had a hold of her throat, he guided her to her bedroom. They stood in the room. He let go of her and said:

” strip now” he said in an angry tone.

She did as told. She knew he had given her leniency, but her bratty side had gone to far this time. He went to a drawer, grabbed something it was a blindfold. He put it on her. She hated them as they were a horrible mind fuck. Never know what is coming , you must try to stay calm. He knew whatever he did to her next would have to get her attention, being scared did not mean she mended her ways. She was more like a bratty child who was upset momentarily,  as she got caught, but making her think twice before ever pushing him again, would be the proven method of dealing with her. He sat her in a chair, put restraints on her wrists and ankles. She could hear what was happening, but the blindfold sharpened her senses. He grabbed her arm, walked her to the closet door, on the top of the door was an attachment that held her wrist restraints. Her arms above her head, ankles were shoulder length apart. She was facing the closet, she could tell.which meant her whole backside was exposed to him, to do as he wished. He had already had the toys that he wanted to use on her. The flogger, crop,belt. She saw them before the blindfold went on.

He started slow and steady, while he would also caress, she would start jerkying her body around, but she couldn’t get away. She was going to endure all that he had planned for her.
Each swat on her ass got harder and harder. She wanted to scream out in pain, but she dared not, as that excited him to no end. He changed toys again and kept her surprised as to what he would do. Occasionally he would reach around her and grab her body parts, clit, nipples. This time it was her nipples again, she could actually orgasm from just that, but he knew this. So the moment he could tell she was close, he stopped,then started again. She was getting louder with her moans. She really needed to cum, but that wouldn’t be happening, not today.  He took her off the door,  pushed her over the side of her bed, he knew she didn’t really like butt plugs, so he had her spread her cheeks and he went straight to putting in a plug.

“Sir that hurts, may I please have lube?” She cried.

“No , you made this problem, so you will feel it all today”.

” Yes Sir”, she said.  Tears welled up in her eyes, not just from the pain, but also that he was so disappointed  in her. She really failed,  that hurt her more than anything. He could tell that she finally understood his anger with her. He was far from being done. He turned her around and grabbed another toy.  This time he spread her legs far open,

“Hold them open, don’t move”, he replied.

“Yes Sir”  she said.

She still had her blindfold on, and had no idea what was coming. He started spanking her pussy, most pain she could process, but not this time, it sucked, not many things hurt like pussy whipping. The tears flowed now, he stopped when he was ready,  not her.
When he was finally done with her, her whole body went limp. He picked her up and out her on the bed, he put a blanket on her naked ,beaten body. And he lay next to her. Without one word between them she picked her head up and lay it on his chest. She heard his heart beating, it calmed her so much. She loved him and she knew she hurt him by disobeying, that alone was the cause of her tears. He held her close. She cried some more, and she apologized to him for real. Her heartfelt apology told him that she meant what she said.

“Kitten, you are still in trouble. Your body belongs to me. He grabbed between her legs,this might be on you, but I own every inch of it. Make sure you understand that” he said ,in a soft but firm tone.
He kept talking to her about all the things he saw her doing that were not allowed. Shopping, uncleanliness, whom she spent time with, how much money was being spent. She normally hated his lectures,  but she felt this was needed to mend what she has done.

Once he was done talking, they spent some real time together. Sharing, laughing. She needed that too. Sometimes when he is to busy, she feels like she’s not important. The more she asked for sex the less he tried to respond. He knew this was what they both wanted, but to give her more sex,  when she was clearly trying to get her way,just wouldn’t happen. He made her clean the apartment, after she made dinner. He stayed that night so he could make sure her mind was calm, and that she finished all work.

When she was done, they went back to her bedroom. He gave her one hell of a night! She loved having time with him. He knew just how to satisfy her, as well as what she always needed.

Before he left the next morning. He laid it all out very clear, she was under inspection,  they would all be surprises. Anytime day or night, he expected her to improve, because the next time he wouldn’t be so nice. She smiled her flirty smile at him, but she knew he meant it. Plus she had all the bruises on her body to prove he meant what he said. He started her on a journal, so he could see how she struggled, how she felt about things. He had her write out each rule of hers 200 times. If she couldn’t remember them well enough,  then writing them might help her to know what they are. She had a week to finish. Because she didn’t know when the next inspection was to happen.