Sweet Surrender

Like Mother, Like Daughter or Not?!...

2012-02-29T14:10:00.001-08:00

An anonymous person asked me several questions in a comment after yesterday's post. I'm of the opinion that if one person asks something, there's probably others that are wondering the same thing.

Two of the questions asked were,

"What was your parents relationship like?" and also, "Was your mother submissive to your father?"

I've touched on my parents relationship before, but I've not shared too many details or delved deeper into their relationship before.

My father and mother loved each other (they were married over 50 years), but at the same time, I never thought they were very close.

When I was growing up they were frequently arguing and fighting. When I was in the fifth grade my mother told me she was going to divorce my father. I wasn't too surprised, because they were fighting so much, but I was still upset. I didn't want my parents to be divorced. What kid wants that?!

My mother told me that we were going to be leaving the next day. I have no idea exactly what happened because I'm sure I was asleep when they settled everything between them, but the next morning my mother told me,

"Your father talked to me last night and I've decided not to divorce him. We've made up!"

I remember that I was thrilled that she wasn't going to divorce my father. After that they seemed to get along a lot better. To this day, I have no idea what precipitated my mother's decision to get a divorce or why she changed her mind.

My father had a very volatile temper. One time I had gone to a Girl Scout meeting and after it was over one of my older brothers was there to pick me up. Wondering where my mother was, because she was the one that usually picked me up, I asked what was going on. My brother explained that my father had gotten in a rage when he discovered something of his had been accidentally thrown out. He had picked up a solid oak round coffee table and thrown it through the plate glass window in our living room.

By the time I got home, everything was calmed down, but I felt like I was walking on egg shells. My heart hurt and I remember thinking that I wished that my father wouldn't get so angry over things.

He was a hard worker, and most of the time very good natured, but when he lost his temper, it was like all hell broke loose. Sometimes, much to my chagrin, I wonder if at times when I lose my temper, I am acting just like my father. I always told myself, growing up, that I never wanted to act like he did when he lost his temper, but that's been wishful thinking. For those that have read my blog, you know I'm far from perfect. No, I've not thrown a coffee table, but I've thrown a Mac laptop of Daddy's in a fit of rage.

He was not abusive to my mother or anything like that, but he did like to yell and use every four letter word in the book and then some. That's why, to this day, I really don't care for cussing.

Once in a great while they were openly affectionate with each other, but I never aspired to have a marriage like my parents. I always wished my father had been more affectionate with my mother.

To answer the other question about whether my mother was submissive to my father. I was tempted to laugh out loud when I first read that. She was absolutely NOT, NOT, NOT submissive to my father in any way, shape, or form.

She was a working mother before it was "popular" to be one. I can vividly remember the various babysitters that I had. She had to be at work very early in the morning (both of my parents did) so I can remember getting taken to school in a taxi when it was raining and I couldn't walk.

One of my early memories is of her telling me, when I found out something she didn't want me to know,

"Don't tell your father!"

She regularly kept secrets from my father and because I loved her, I never would tell my father whatever the secret was. Looking back on it, I wish she wouldn't have put me in that position, but she was a wonderful mother and still is.

Sometimes my father wouldn't want my mother to do certain things, but she'd do them anyway. She'd buy whatever she wanted pretty much. One time she went out and bought a new car without even discussing it with my father. She had a good job, but I always thought she should show more respect to my father.

Summing up today's topic, I think I'm the opposite of my mother in so many ways. I have an amazingly happy marriage. I don't work outside of our home, and I am, or at least try to be, submissive to Daddy.

"Is your Daddy home?"...

2012-02-28T13:53:00.000-08:00

The very first time I talked to Daddy was on the phone when I called his office to interview for the job of babysitter for his two young children.

After I'd been hired and I knew him a little bit better, he told me the first time he heard my voice he thought I sounded like a little girl, even though I was seventeen at the time.

People have always said my voice sounds so young . Especially, when we were first married, people that called our home would invariably say,

"Is your mother home?"

In reply, I'd answer with, "My mother doesn't live here."

Undeterred, they would then ask,

"Is your father home?" I would then say,

"No, my father and mother live in another city. I'm Daddy's wife."

There would always be a pause, and then the person would always say something like,

"You sound so young!" And, sometimes, if they were especially curious, they would even ask how old I was.

Some of my readers, after listening to my voice in yesterday's post, commented how young and childlike my voice sounded. Somehow, I wasn't surprised to hear that. In fact, when we talked about doing the recording, I was telling Daddy,

"You know what's going to happen, don't you? People are going to comment on how young my voice sounds."

"That's okay! You should write a post about it."

Daddy does have good ideas, doesn't he?!

When I was much younger, I always thought my voice would get much more mature sounding the older I got, but it hasn't proved to be the case.

Recently, Daddy had an appointment at the dentist's office. He went once and then he had to go back for some followup work about a month later. Daddy and I each have our own dentist that we go to see, so I'd never been to his particular dental practice. The receptionist called, to remind Daddy of his impending appointment the next day,

"Hello?"

"Is your Daddy home?"

"No, he has passed away. Do you want to talk to Xxxxx?"

"Oh, I'm sorry. Yes, I'm from Dr. C's office. Are you his wife?!"

"Yes, I'm his wife."

"Make sure you remind him of his appointment for tomorrow at 10:00 a.m.!"

"Okay, thanks for calling. I'll be sure and tell him."

I could tell the receptionist was shocked and could hardly believe I was Daddy's wife. The next day, when Daddy went to see Dr. C, he told me what had happened when he walked in the door for his appointment. The receptionist, an older lady, asked Daddy right away,

"Your wife sounds so young. How old is she?"

Daddy said he laughed and told the receptionist that we'd been married over twenty-five years, explaining to her that I just had a very youthful voice.

A bit off topic, but a reader, Bunny, wanted to know if Daddy and I call each other Daddy and Kitty in real life. The short answer is yes!

The longer answer is that I call Daddy by his name sometimes, but mostly I call him Daddy. If it's just the two of us I always call him Daddy or Master. I use the term Master when I'm feeling particularly submissive to him, but Daddy when I'm feeling most affectionate. He doesn't require that I call him Master. He lets me choose and as long as I talk to him respectfully, he doesn't care if it's Daddy or Master. I used to always call him by his first name, but I rarely do that, unless we're out with friends, and even then it's starting to feel so awkward for me. I feel more respectful of him when I call him Daddy or Master.

He has rarely called me by my name, preferring from the very beginning of our relationship to call me by special pet names he made up for me. Here's a list of the names I can think of right off hand that he's called me over the years...Kitty, Sex Kitten, Bunny, Baby, Baby Girl, Sweetheart, Darling, Sweetie, Schnookums, Dearheart and I'm sure I'm leaving some out. It's hard to remember all the fun names he's made up over the years.

He also has affectionate names for my breasts, my pussy, and my butt, but I am NOT sharing them;)!

He calls me Bunny about as much as he calls me Kitty. He started calling me Bunny quite early in our relationship because when I got excited I'd hop up and down...literally. I still do that:)!

If anybody has any further questions, feel free to ask!

Kitty Pays The Piper...

2012-02-27T11:33:00.000-08:00

Daddy knew all along he was going to spank me for my "iPhone use while driving" infraction, but he wanted to hear suggestions regarding the spanking. While many good suggestions were given in the comments for that particular post, he really liked the one from an anonymous signed fanz123.

The original suggestion from fanz123 was for me to take six pieces of paper and write the name of a spanking implement on each piece of paper, using each of the letters in the word iPhone. If I couldn't think of an implement that started with the i,P,h,o,n, or e in iPhone, I could name an implement that had the particular letter.

Daddy decided to make it simpler. Instead of having me write each implement on a separate piece of paper, he had me e-mail my list to him. I sent him the list shown below.

iPhone

1. Riding Crop

2. Paddle

3. Hand

4. Bungee Cord

5. Wooden Spoon

6. Belt

Yesterday evening Daddy told me to come to his office for my punishment (he was already there, working). When I arrived, no spanking implements were in sight, and I wasn't sure what was going to happen.

Rather than writing out our dialog and trying to describe exactly what happened, Daddy recorded it using his iPhone, which I thought showed a fitting touch of irony.

To listen to the whole punishment spanking dialog, along with all implements used, click here.

Daddy hugged me, rubbing my butt soothingly, all the while reassuring me that he loved me and only wanted what was best for me. He took my picture and it was bright red, especially where I'd been paddled.

I left his office soon after, driving home on a very "hot to the touch bottom". There was absolutely no temptation for me to even glance at my iPhone. In fact, I put it inside my purse before I even started up the car and left it there the whole drive home. I don't care for his paddle that he made. At all!!!

Today, my butt is still sore and is quite ouchy every time I sit down, but I suppose that's normal after getting spanked with a riding crop, a paddle, and Daddy's hand in one session.

I really do think I've learned my lesson this time. Wish me luck!

Recovery Spanking...

2012-02-26T09:14:00.001-08:00

I've had some readers question why I haven't had my punishment spanking about my iPhone yet. The main reason is Daddy has been sick. He had an awful cold that went down into his chest, giving him a very bad cough. He actually stayed home from his office for part of the day on Friday, which never happens. The last time he took time off of work for being sick was when he had the chicken pox in his late twenties.

You'd think with an upcoming punishment spanking on the horizon I'd be acting as good as gold...close, but no cigar;).

It's not totally my fault. I plead hormone issues, if you know what I mean. That time of the month is always my downfall, no pun intended.

Last night, Daddy was feeling a lot better and he wanted to go to the new movie, Act of Valor.

I had gone out to our garage, waiting for him, and I got just a little too big for my britches.

"Are we going to go or not?! I'm tired of waiting for you."

I was feeling quite brave since he was still in the house and I was mainly venting out loud and didn't even think he'd hear me. Big mistake on my part! I'd turned my head to look at something and all of a sudden I feel, right across my whole butt,

SMACK!

"Oww!"

"You were saying?!" Daddy laughed. He had smacked my bottom with a scrap of pine board lying on his table saw.

SMACK!...SMACK!

"Ow! Oww! Please stop! I'm sorry I was being so sassy."

"I think I like the results of that board. Maybe I should make my own paddle."

By then Daddy was opening the door for me to get in his car, and we went on our way to the movie, which was very good, by the way.

On the way home, Daddy brought up the subject of my impending punishment spanking.

"I just didn't feel like giving you your punishment spanking the last few days, but I'm feeling so much better now. Tomorrow will be the day!"

After we got home Daddy and I relaxed in bed, snuggling for a few minutes, before he directed me to give him cock worship.

Afterward, I was feeling so wonderful in my head and was verbally gushing over how much I loved Daddy and how I loved to be submissive to him.

"Daddy, I love to be your little girl, with you taking care of me."

"There's a synergy there, because I love to take care of you, Baby Girl!"

Fitness Friday...

2012-02-24T13:07:00.003-08:00

I'm sure the regular readers of my blog won't be at all surprised about the fitness topic for today, 6 Health Benefits Of Sex. Actually, you have Daddy to thank because he's the one that first came across this article in The Huffington Post.

For those that have said I look younger for my age, from now on I'm blaming it on my sex life;).

Please go to the link and read the whole article, but for those that want the Cliffs Notes version, I'll highlight the six reasons why sex benefits your health, according to the article by Ian Kerner, Ph.D.

1. Look Younger

2. Slim Down

3. Fight Sniffles

4. Stress Less

5. Have A Healthy Heart

6. Live Longer

Daddy also found this article for me to share from WebMD, 10 Surprising Health Benefits of Sex. Once again, I'll give you the highlights, but please do go read the complete article.

1. Sex Relieves Stress

2. Sex Boosts Immunity

3. Sex Burns Calories

4. Sex Improves Heart Health

5. Sex Boosts Self-Esteem

6. Sex Improves Intimacy

7. Sex Reduces Pain

8. Sex Reduces Prostate Cancer Risk

9. Sex Strengthens Pelvic Floor Muscles

10. Sex Helps You Sleep Better

Daddy gave me two jokes for today's post and told me to pick my favorite. I couldn't pick just one. I thought they were both hilarious:)!

~~~An old man goes into the confessional and says “Father, my wife of 60 years died and I met an incredible woman only 21 years old at the funeral – I took her home and banged her 7 times…it was great."

The Father says “Goodness son, you will need to say 10 hail Marys”

The old man said “Why would I do that, I’m Jewish?!”

The Father says “Why are you in my confessional telling me this then?”

The old man says: “Father, I’m telling EVERYONE I meet about it…”~~~

~~~Two women went out for a girls night on the town. On the way home they both had to pee because of all the beer they drank. Since they couldn’t find any restrooms, they turned into a cemetery and relieved themselves behind the monuments.

One girl took her panties, wiped and threw them off into the darkness. The other girl had a new pair or red silky panties so she found a fresh grave with flowers and used the leaves and they went home.

Their husbands were friends and the next day one said to the other,

“I think my wife cheated on me last night, because when she came home she didn’t have any panties on, and I’m sure she was wearing some when she left.”

The other husband said “now that you mention it I think my wife cheated on me too!”

“Oh? Was she not wearing panties either?”

“Well, she had panties on but she had a ribbon stuck between the crack of her ass that said, Thanks for the loving memories.”~~~

This recipe is for making homemade calzone, which is basically a pizza dough that's rolled out, a filling put to one side and then the dough folded over and sealed close. Use your favorite sauce to pour over it when it's done baking.

Calzone

Make whole wheat bread dough. (I just used my favorite pizza dough recipe).

Filling:
1 tub ricotta cheese

1/2 bunch parsley, chopped

2 cups cottage cheese

4 oz. cream cheese

1/2 cup grated Monterey Jack cheese

1 pkg. chopped frozen spinach (Optional. I've made it with and without.)

garlic powder

Cook spinach in small amount of water, drain thoroughly. Mix all cheeses, garlic, and cooled, drained, spinach well.

Roll dough out in a rectangle. Fill with cheese & spinach mixture. Close tightly by bringing dough over the top of the filling, seal tightly.

Bake in 350° oven until nicely browned. Serve with your favorite red sauce.

The last time I made this, which was just a week ago, I made both the regular calizone and a non-dairy version, too. For the non-dairy (vegan) version, I used non-dairy cream cheese and a tub of tofu, well drained, mashed with a fork, in place of the ricotta cheese. I seasoned it to taste using Italian Seasoning, and my favorite seasoning salt. I didn't worry about replacing the cheese and cottage cheese. It turned out great!

The next recipe is a delicious cake recipe given to me from a dear friend, who got it from her mother-in-law. I made it dairy and egg-free. (That's my cake in the picture! My 22 year old son loved it so much, he wants me to make it for his next birthday cake.)

Jewish Apple Cake

5-6 apples, peeled and sliced

5 T sugar

2 tsp cinnamon

Mix, Set aside.

2 cups sugar

1 cup oil

4 eggs (I used 4 T ground golden flax seed +1/2 cup water)

1/4 cup orange juice

1 T vanilla

Mix well, then add:

2 cups flour

1 T baking powder

1/2 tsp salt

Mix well.

Grease & flour a bundt pan. Pour 1/3 of the batter and top with 1/2 of the apples with cinn./sugar mixture. Pour another layer of batter, then the rest of the apples, then the final amount of batter.

Bake @ 350° for 40-50 minutes. Let cool for 10 minutes, invert onto plate. May be served plain or sprinkled with powdered sugar. Enjoy!!!

Spanking I Like vs One I Don't...

2012-02-23T10:43:00.000-08:00

Recently, I was asked by Florida Dom, in anticipation of my punishment spanking over my iPhone use while driving,

"What is the difference between a spanking you like and one you don't? How hard it is or the mindset?"

For myself, there's a huge disparity between a punishment spanking and an erotic, playful spanking. I know I've said this before, but, I want to reiterate that these are my thoughts and feelings. For others, it might be totally different.

If Daddy spanks me, before he even lands the first swat, my mind mentally adjusts to the type of spanking I'm going to receive.

For an erotically charged spanking, I mentally visualize him spanking me with whatever implement he's chosen to use, whether it's a ping pong paddle or any other of the several implements he's used on me before.

I don't understand exactly how it works, but I know that it gets me very aroused that Daddy wants to spank me, that he enjoys rubbing my bottom and caressing me with his hands.

I think I must be like one of Pavlov's dogs. In anticipation of the sexual pleasure that I know awaits me, instead of my salivary glands producing saliva, my vagina starts getting very wet and oozy.

On the other hand, if I know that I'm to get a punishment spanking, I start feeling guilty. My heart starts pounding faster and I feel really nervous because I don't want to have to think about letting Daddy down.

In fact, writing this out makes me feel really upset when I think that I disobeyed Daddy about my iPhone and but for the grace of God, I could have had a serious wreck.

And yet, to be totally honest, because I love to be submissive to Daddy, I've found that, especially afterward, I can be totally turned on by his domination over me by spanking me for punishment. It's still a punishment because it really, really hurts way more than an erotic spanking.

I would never disobey in order to get a punishment spanking. I'm not that naughty.

While a punishment spanking is going on, I want it to stop, on my terms, but that's the part that somehow fascinates my brain, I think. The part about me having no control when the spanking will end.

Florida Dom also said,

"I thought it was admirable of you to admit you were looking at your phone because he never would have known."

Because our relationship has its foundation built on trust, even though I was tempted to not divulge what had happened, I knew it would be wrong to try and keep such a serious mistake to myself.

In our early marriage something happened that taught me to always tell Daddy everything and not ever keep secrets from him. Maybe someday I'll share that story.

I've actually had family members get angry with me because I refused to keep secrets from Daddy. I've had to say,

"If you don't want me to tell Daddy then just don't tell me. I'd rather not know because I don't keep secrets from him and if you don't like that it's your problem, not mine."

So, to answer the question posed by Florida Dom, I think it's a combination of both mindset and severity of the spanking that makes a punishment spanking more difficult for me.

I hate, hate, hate the fact that I'm not perfect and I've messed up once again. Afterward, I'm so relieved it's over and I need the cuddles and hugs to make me feel secure, once again. I would hate to be spanked and then have Daddy just walk away.

When my punishment spanking is all over, it's so reassuring to know I have a clean slate and my mistake is put behind us:)!

Do You Really Know Me?...

2012-02-22T07:44:00.000-08:00

When I first started blogging, I didn't have long range plans. I still don't. Usually I don't plan out my posts weeks in advance, either. The only exceptions are the interview that Karl Friedrich Gauss did and the post featuring me wearing a schoolgirl outfit from Hollister.

Many people might be tempted to think that they know me from the small portion of my life I've chosen to reveal. For all you know, I might be an overweight, middle aged man. I'm not, but it's a possibility.

I write my posts to reveal a part of Daddy and I's life that is "under the radar" so to speak. I have told many intimate details about our lives, but that doesn't mean I'm an open book. In real life I'm a very private person and never talk about personal details regarding our sex/spanking life.

Yesterday, when I revealed that I had a problem with my iPhone and driving on Valentine's Day, I expected to get feedback regarding why what I did was wrong and dangerous. That's precisely why I didn't want to admit that I messed up. Daddy is right. Peer pressure can be a powerful motivator!

While I appreciate comments from all of my readers, I don't care for comments that are thinly veiled insults under the guise of being helpful criticism.

The only one that really knows me, and yes, pun intended, is Daddy. His opinions, advice, and yes, his punishments are fair and suitable for the situation. But, he also has a great sense of humor and while the gravity of the situation with my iPhone is not funny, he thought it would be humorous to have a poll up on my blog.

He had already decided that I would get a spanking, whether everyone would have voted no or not. Thanks for all the comments yesterday and I will have a post later about my punishment spanking for looking at my iPhone while stopped at a four way stop.

Should Kitty Get Spanked?...

2012-02-21T07:38:00.000-08:00

Our 19 year old daughter came home yesterday with some bad news. She got a speeding ticket, which adds to her other driving infractions, which include wrecking my SUV, not just once, but twice.

I called Daddy to tell him all about S's infraction, expecting him to be upset with her. Instead he reminded me of a recent driving foible of my own.

"You've got no room to talk! Remember the wreck you had just last week?! Yes, I know, you didn't get a ticket and there was no damage done to either car, but it wouldn't have happened at all if you had listened to me about that stupid iphone of yours."

True confession time...I did NOT want to write about this on my blog, but Daddy thinks it will help if I have to "publicly" spill the beans, so to speak. I was driving Valentine's Day morning to buy doughnuts for the family from "The Doughnut Man". While stopped at a four way stop, I picked up my iphone and looked at an e-mail.

I had seen the truck in front of me, but took my foot off the brake to move forward and bumped the truck. The lady driving it got out and looked at her truck and there was no damage. I had barely bumped it, but I knew I wouldn't have bumped it at all if I hadn't been looking at my iphone.

These were the thoughts running through my head,

"I won't tell Daddy. He doesn't need to know. Nothing bad happened and I didn't even get a ticket."

But then, I also had this thought which compelled me to confess,

"Deep down I know I should tell him. It would be dishonest to not tell Daddy."

So now, Daddy thinks it would be a good idea to find out if the readers of this blog think I should be spanked for my driving infraction with my iphone.

He wants me to put up a poll about the issue and requests that readers vote. The poll is at the upper right hand corner and will be up through February 28, 2012.

Daddy says: "I hope that her blog world friends can convince Kitty that she needs to leave the phone in her purse while the car is NOT in Park! Go ahead and suggest what implement I should use to discipline her while you're at it!"

"Safe" Sex...

2012-02-20T07:18:00.000-08:00

The other night our 17 year old daughter wanted Daddy and I to watch Air Force One, starring Harrison Ford, with her. I'm sure I can speak for Daddy when I say that we were touched that she wanted us to watch it with her. It makes us feel good when our children want to spend time with us.

It was close to midnight when the movie was over and I was tired. I had turned out the lights and gotten under the covers of our bed, intending to go to sleep. Wearing one of Daddy's t-shirts and nothing else, my mind was drifting to sleep inducing thoughts.

Suddenly, my ears perked up at the familiar sound of Daddy's footfalls on our Master bedroom carpet. Then I heard an easily recognizable noise, one that brought an inaudible groan to my mind.

Daddy has a Breitling watch, which is safe for him to wear in the shower, swimming, and most other activities. I say most because one time years ago, when he had another Breitling watch (he's had more than one), he bashed me on the head during sex and I ended up with a very sore, bruised head. A girl needs a football helmet to be safe with him waving that watch around in bed.

That watch and the one he has now is quite heavy. Of course, it was totally an accident that I got hurt (we laugh about it now), but ever since then, he takes off his watch before any playtime between us. I heard him take off his Breitling and place it on the bookcase next to our bed.

The room was dark, but I soon felt him slip under the sheets, pulling me toward himself. I was tired, but I knew Daddy wanted me and quickly this thought flashed through my head,

"I'm so tired, but Daddy wants me. I want to be submissive to him and not complain about having sex when I'm not in the mood. I'm sure I'll feel in the mood in a little bit." I was giving myself a pep talk.

This is what I said to Daddy,

"Do you want your pussy?"

He chuckled softly and then answered,

"Is the Pope, Catholic?"

He pulled me closer, lifting my legs over his body, entering my pussy with his fingers and making me moan with desire.

I felt guilty that I was the one that had wanted to go to sleep and yet he was making me feel so, so good. My desire for Daddy had kicked in and I was now fully awake, asking Daddy,

"Do you want me to deep throat you, Daddy?"

"Oh, yes!"

I went down on Daddy and soon had him literally rising up off of the bed, impaling my throat with his extremely hard cock. He pumped his hips so hard into the back of my throat, cumming like crazy. I never even tasted his semen because he was so deep inside of my throat. He totally lost all control and actually hollered out during his release. Afterward, he told me,

"You had me right at the top of the wave for an impossibly long time. I can't ever remember it being like that. It was WILD! Thank you, Baby! I love you so much!"

He pulled me up and told me to lie down on top of him, chest to chest, with my head resting on his shoulder.

I was very sleepy, but Daddy wanted to return the favor. I was very wet because I always get very aroused when I deep throat him.

Daddy began to spank me in what can only be called a sensuous spanking, designed to further my arousal, because with one hand he was spanking and with the other hand he was rubbing me in all the right spots.

I started moaning with pleasure, knowing an orgasm was very close. He then flipped me over, licking my clit until I came so hard I felt delirious, not able to think or even talk. Then he had me climb into the Jacuzzi. I was so weak that my legs were starting to buckle but Daddy held me up, stimulating my g-spot.

It sounded like the faucet was running, and I really would have fallen over if Daddy wasn't supporting me. It was so amazing, the feelings that I get from such a powerful ejaculation like that. I do adore "Safe" sex, after all!

Fitness Friday...

2012-02-17T16:28:00.000-08:00

Fitness is not just the physical, but the mental, as well. The other day, when I was feeling out of sorts, I should have paid attention to this quote from my desktop calendar by Mary Engelbreit,

"The greatest part of our happiness depends on our dispositions, not our circumstances."~ Martha Washington

A quote from wise King Solomon, found in Proverbs 17:22, has helped me quite often in times of discouragement,

"A merry heart doeth good like a medicine: but a broken spirit drieth the bones." KJV

Here is a quote that might make you conscious of your attitude around others.

"Some cause happiness wherever they go; others whenever they go."~ Oscar Wilde

It's important to not always be wanting what we don't have. Dale Carnegie said it best,

"Success is getting what you want. Happiness is wanting what you get."

Nobody is perfect and yet, it's good to be loved, imperfections and all.

"The greatest happiness of life is the conviction we are loved; loved for ourselves, or rather, in spite of ourselves."~ Victor Hugo

Along the lines of having a merry heart, a request was made for Daddy to have a weekly joke feature. He has agreed to tell a joke for Fitness Friday! I laughed so hard when he told it to me:)!!!

~~~A businessman checked into a hotel, and noticed that the place was packed. He saw a message flash up on a screen in the lobby that said
“Registration and welcome - National Nymphomaniac Convention – Jade Room”

He smiled and thought that this might just be his lucky day! That evening he came down from his room to the Lounge for a nightcap. He managed to find an empty seat at the bar, next to a scorching hot blonde.

“Is this seat taken?”, he asked.

“Looks like it is now!” she said with a twinkle in her eye.

He noticed she had a nametag that read “NNC - Barbara – Cleveland OH”

“So you must be here for the Convention, buy you a drink?” he asked

“Oh yes, and yes” she purred. They made small talk for a while over their drinks…

“Tell me, what kind of man catches your eye?”, he ventured.

“American Indian men are SO HANDSOME, I just love their rugged features”, she said

“What kind of man is your favorite date?”

“I love to be wined and dined by a Jewish man, they really know how to treat a lady”

He leaned closer and asked her, “What kind of men are the best in bed?”

She replied, “Oh, that’s easy – Rednecks are ALWAYS a wild time in bed! By the way, what did you say your name was?”

“Tonto…”, he replied, “Tonto Goldstein, but my friends just call me BUBBA!” ~~~

The recipe I'm going to feature today was fixed by our 17 year old daughter today at lunch. It calls for cheese, but you can leave out the cheese, if you'd like.

She fixed my quesadilla without and it was delicious. The rest of the family had theirs prepared with pepper jack cheese. Daddy loved them! Our daughter was thrilled, you could tell, when Daddy praised her cooking. I had already told her they were delicious, but you know how it is. Girls want their fathers to like their cooking.

The credit for this delicious recipe goes to The Curvy Carrot. These are delicious black bean quesadillas and according to our daughter, are very quick and easy to make.

Special thanks goes to Michael M for sending me the top two pictures for today's post.

The Tide Is Back In...*

2012-02-16T14:42:00.000-08:00

Yesterday I was a mess, but today I feel, and I'm sure I'm acting, like a new person. Last night when Daddy came home I asked him to please read my blog post from yesterday.

I was acting quite catty. I knew I was and yet I really didn't care. I was just in a horrible mood and couldn't seem to help it. Daddy politely ignored me for about an hour and once I tucked in the younger kids, he wanted me to go downstairs and watch tv with him. I did, but then I tried to pick a fight several times, but he would not rise to the bait.

Finally, I went to get a drink and he said he had something to do, too, but he'd meet me right back downstairs. He's a sneaky devil because I didn't realize he'd gone to get a spanking implement, one of his favorites!

When I got back downstairs he was sitting there all relaxed and looking like "the cat that swallowed the canary". I knew something was up, but wasn't sure what as there didn't seem to be anything amiss from the surroundings.

Daddy brought up my post, sympathetic to a point, but then he reminded me of how he'd just spent hours with me the night before on Valentine's Day. By the time he was finished talking to me, I was feeling quite sheepish and wanting to change the subject. He wasn't mad at me, not at all. It made me love him even more that he was being so patient with me, even though I knew I'd been unreasonable.

"I think it's just your hormones. Your whores are moaning, Baby!"

I started laughing and said, "I'm usually not like this. Aren't you glad I'm usually very chipper?"

"True. You usually have a positive outlook, but I know what you need. Stand up in front of me."

Before I could reply he'd pulled down my pants and pulled me over his lap, beginning to spank me REALLY hard, but it wasn't with his hand.

"Oww! Hey, what is that?! That's not your hand!" I tried to turn around and look, but he pushed my head down and then dangled the riding crop right in front of my eyes, while chuckling at my surprise. Then he went back to spanking me.

"Ow!...Ow!...Ow!...Ow!...Ow!, etc." He kept spanking over and over, spanking me on my upper thighs and my lower butt on alternating side, almost hitting my labia, but not quite. It hurt so bad I started kicking my legs.

I tried to find a picture of exactly where Daddy was hitting my bottom and thighs, but I couldn't find one. The one up above is the closest I could find. The crop he's holding looks almost exactly like the one Daddy was using.

I was about to beg him to stop because I didn't think I could take much more. He kept spanking me and then he started rubbing me over and over.

"Your ass is bright red, but it sure looks fine!"

I felt so energized, happy and back to feeling submissive to Daddy.

"I feel so good, Daddy! I'm sorry I was so grumpy. It's amazing, but I feel a lot better now."

"I'm not through with you yet! You're going to feel a LOT better in a while! I think you need half a dozen orgasms, at least.

Let me turn on some music. You did shut the door to the upstairs, didn't you?"

"I don't have any towels, Daddy."

"That's okay. We'll use one of the extra blankets down here. You can always do some laundry tomorrow!"

We both took our clothes off as quickly as possible. Daddy told me to lie down on the blankets that I'd spread out on the floor. He began licking my pussy and at the same time penetrating my vagina with his fingers, hitting my g-spot.

I was sucking on the end of his cock, licking the very sensitive spot that I could get to. I couldn't get the whole thing in my mouth and finally Daddy pulled away because he wanted to get me to cum without me being distracted.

Feeling a bit nervous at the thought that our older adult children could conceivably come downstairs I strained to hear any sounds, but all was quiet. Finally, I told myself,

"Oh, screw it! I'm sure I'd hear them way before they could get all the way down two flights of stairs."

Then, once I relaxed, I "let go" and came so strong that I would have flipped over if Daddy would've let me, but he grabbed my legs and hit my g-spot and I was hollering out and gushing all over the blanket. I didn't want Daddy to stop!

"Please! Don't stop!"

"Cum for me, Baby! Oh, yes!"

Daddy gets so turned on when I gush. His cock was hard and he spread my legs and thrust hard deep inside of me and since there was no soft mattress to buffer his thrusts it was "hurting" extremely good!

"I want to come in you from behind. Stand up! Now...bend over the couch!"

Daddy grabbed my hips in a vise-like grip so that it hurt, but then I forgot about that as he thrust his cock inside my pussy, banging me over and over, driving me to another orgasm. I think I was about up to five or six orgasms at this point.

He pulled my hair and pulled me back against his body, then told me,

"Lie down on the couch!"

I spread my legs, waiting for that feeling of his cock filling me, once again. I had gushed so much and I wanted water, but Daddy still hadn't cum. He had made me cum so many times I was feeling euphoric, but I knew that once he started going again I wouldn't be able to ignore his command.

My legs started shaking and I knew that I was about to cum and then Daddy was going so fast I couldn't stand it. Thankfully, he told me,

"Now! Cum for me, Baby Girl!"

Our orgasms happened at the same time and we both were kissing each other moaning into each other's mouths!.....sigh;)!

We both slept so good last night! It was incredible. Sex like that is better than any sleeping pill, I'm sure. My submission is back in full force and life is grand:)!

*In a comment to my angst from yesterday, one of my readers, Michael M, suggested that I might need to "just wait for the tide to come back in". I'm so glad I didn't have to wait too long;)!

I'm Struggling...

2012-02-15T12:46:00.000-08:00

I am feeling depressed, letdown and like a submissive fraud today. My logical, rational self says it's probably for a variety of reasons, including, but not limited to Valentine's Day being over, my hormones, winter blahs, and no workout for a couple of days.

Daddy is not able to spend a lot of time with me of late. That reason alone always makes me feel unsettled. As he always jokes about being the President/CEO of his own business,

"I'm free to work any 80 hours of the week I want."

I know he loves me, but my top love language is quality time and I haven't been getting enough lately. He tells me I need to be patient, but it's not working. I don't feel patient and then I feel guilty for not being supportive of him when he's not even getting four or five hours of sleep some nights.

It's just the real life, day-to-day struggles that are getting me down. Through a strange set of circumstances I didn't get spanked for Valentine's Day, either and I am wondering if that's the real reason I'm upset, but I do not want to have to ask for a spanking!

I'm struggling with how to make myself surrender to Daddy without him being right there. I need advice on how to maintain a positive attitude toward my life when he isn't able to give me his time. Even if I'm not literally kneeling, I want/need to have it going on in my mind.

Sometimes I fantasize about being punished for my bad attitude and lack of submission. Of course, if I want it, then it wouldn't exactly be forced, but in my fantasy I'd fight it and Daddy would "force" me to be the good girl that he wants me to be.

The problem with that fantasy is I don't think Daddy would ever want to force me to do anything against my will. Plus, I really don't want to have to be forced. I want to want to surrender to being submissive. Once I am in the submissive mindset I always feel so happy and content.

Please give your thoughts on how I can maintain my submission to Daddy, even if I don't feel like it. I'm at home every day, in charge of the kids and it's an ongoing struggle to switch off the role of being in charge, to the mindset of when Daddy steps in the door that he is my Master!

I'd love to have some tips on how to improve my submission/surrender to Daddy, especially when I don't feel like it!

"You're Still The One"...

2012-02-14T11:41:00.000-08:00

The very first thing I saw, when I opened my eyes this morning, were the beautiful roses and card pictured above. It made me so happy to think Daddy fixed the roses and card so it would be the first thing to capture my attention upon waking. I love the way he shows his love for me!

I know I don't need a holiday for Daddy to convey his love for me, but he knows that I love roses and he loves to give me things that make me happy.

There are many types of love and I think romantic love deserves a place of importance. I love to get romantic cards, flowers, chocolates, and the best present of all, when he takes time off from his office to spend his time on me. Some women don't care for those things, but not me. I love to be wined and dined! I really appreciate it when he takes me shopping and buys me new clothes, also. I love to model the clothes and see his reaction. If he doesn't like something, then there's no way I'd buy it.

I love it when Daddy lets me pick the restaurant when we're going out to dinner. It's just one more way for him to show me he loves me. By the way, I picked a favorite Chinese place for tonight and I can't wait!

Daddy always picks cards that really touch me and the Valentine's Day card he gave me this morning was no exception. It means the world to me that he'd pick me all over again, if he was given the choice. I feel so loved by Daddy and I'm floating on Cloud 9 today!

"You're Still the One

After all this time,

you're still the one...

the one whose touch

melts my heart,

the one whose beautiful smile

I'll always adore.

You're still the one

I want beside me...

my joy in good times,

my strength in hard times,

my love at all times.

Nobody else but you will do.

You're my forever,

you're my always...

you're still the one for me.

Happy Valentine's Day

Daddy"

History of Daddy and Kitty...Part 32

2012-02-13T13:47:00.000-08:00

All the wedding plans were coming together and I was soon to graduate from high school. Daddy came to visit me one weekend in April and we wrote out the final details of the wedding ceremony.

I was sleeping much better and life was settling into a good routine. I played an instrument in the school band and our band was going on a special trip to New Orleans, Louisiana. My roommate was also in the band and we were planning on sightseeing as much as we could.

Looking back on it, I am extremely surprised the way the trip worked out. I've mentioned before that I went to a very strict Christian boarding academy and we were never allowed to be without a chaperone, but for some reason, the faculty that went on the band trip must've decided to throw supervision out the window.

We were travelling in a very large bus with tinted windows, along the lines of a Greyhound bus. The teacher in charge told the driver to park about a block from Bourbon street and then told all the students,

"Have fun, everyone! Meet back here by 5:00 p.m."

We all piled out and everyone scattered, with hours of free time on our hands. I stayed with my roommate and some other friends, but it was not the safest place and I can remember being amazed at all the prostitutes and all the different type of people we saw on Bourbon Street. It was the most educational field trip into adult life I'd had, lol!

When Daddy found out about it later, he was really ticked off, to put it mildly.

"You're kidding, right?! You mean to tell me you wandered all around Bourbon Street, all by yourself?"

"I was with my friends! I wasn't alone."

"Do you realize New Orleans is one of the most high crime places in the whole country?"

"No, I didn't know that! Besides, everyone was really nice."

"I bet they were. Were these people that were really nice, men?"

"Yes, they were, but they weren't interested in us that way. They were just being friendly. We went into a bar and listened to a jazz band and it was so fun! We also got our picture taken in saloon girl costumes. It was great. There was a bottle of Jack Daniels in the background...I thought of you;). Please don't be mad, Daddy! Nothing happened and I'm fine."

He couldn't believe that my school would just let all those young girls wander around all by themselves with no adult supervision. And, now that I'm a parent of young, beautiful girls I can understand why he was so worried for my safety, but at the time I just couldn't understand why he was upset about the whole thing. In my mind, I'd had a great time and nothing happened so it was all good.

Daddy is usually very laid back, but about my safety, he's positively medieval, but I don't fuss because I know it's just because he really loves me.

Sexual Tension...

2012-02-12T11:13:00.000-08:00

The sexual tension was so thick I could taste it. It had been a whole day since Daddy had used me for his pleasure and although that doesn't sound like a long time to some, for us, it's very unusual to not have any play at least once during the course of a day.

Daddy almost made it worse by constantly reminding me, covertly, throughout the day, that I have a pussy and what he was going to do with it and what he was going to put me through, promising me fireworks that night. He's a master at rubbing my body very sensually, all while the kids are in the same room or in the vicinity.

It started in the morning, when our youngest woke us up. I had gone in the kitchen to fix breakfast for everybody and Daddy came in, hugging me from behind, rubbing his cock up against me, whispering in my ear,

"You look so sexy standing there with that cute little ass of yours sticking out!"

Later, we were getting ready to go to church. I was all dressed and ready to go and Daddy pulled me to himself, saying,

"If I were to look up HOT in the dictionary, I'd find a picture of you!"

After church, we were walking to our car in the parking lot, and I was walking a bit slow, because of my high heels.

"Do you want me to carry you?"

I laughed and said, "I don't think you can. I'm not as light as I used to be, you know!"

It was not meant to be a challenge, but without any warning, as he picked me up, he told me, in no uncertain terms,

"Nonsense! You're not too heavy for me to carry!"

He then carried me all the way to our car, which was parked quite a distance away. I loved it!

"Thank you, Daddy! I really appreciate you carrying me and my feet really thank you, too."

Mixed in with the mundane, at one point, Daddy very calmly announced,

"I'm going to eat out your pussy tonight!"

I was feeling frisky and I wondered what he'd say to my sassy tongue, so I answered him with,

"What if I don't want you to?"

He smiled at me and with the confidence of the Alpha male that he is, he replied to my tart question,

"You don't have any say in the matter because it's MY pussy and I'll do exactly as I please!"

"I just wanted to know what you'd say." It made me so excited to hear him claim my pussy as HIS!

The day had passed uneventfully, filled with the usual reading to the kids, playing with them, fixing meals, and finally putting the youngers to bed.

I got out my laptop, intending to mess around a bit, and Daddy got his out, too, and we both relaxed and talked about different things we were reading. Daddy was reading the Wall Street Journal and we were discussing politics, which is not unusual in our home.

It wasn't said, but we both knew that we were waiting for the house to settle down and things to get peaceful. Our oldest came to our door, telling us he was taking one of the girls and they were going out for the evening. They are young adults, so I was thrilled that they were leaving.

Finally, we were alone, well, as alone as parents can be with a household full of their progeny. It has been quite cold where we live and Daddy wanted me to snuggle with him, at first. Telling me to scoot over on the other side of him, he reached under the bed to get his inherited leather paddle.

"Stick your ass up in the air, Baby!"

He began rubbing my ass all over and almost, but not quite rubbing my pussy lips. I moved to entice him to touch me in that "magic" spot, but he knew what I wanted and instead of giving me what I thought I wanted, he gave me what I really wanted and desperately needed.

He began smacking my ass with the cool leather, which wasn't cool very long. Both my ass and the paddle got nicely warm, but then he stopped after only about ten or so smacks because he was afraid it was too noisy, not trusting that our children wouldn't hear.

I was frustrated and so was Daddy, but I knew he was right. It was very loud every time he slapped my bottom.

Daddy turned on some music to be played over our Bose speakers and also turned on the bathroom fan. Then he had me lay across his lap and he began spanking my ass over and over with his bare hand, which is MY favorite spanking implement, anyway!

I began to raise my ass in the air to meet his hands and he began to "hit" the right spot. I don't know how he does it, but I was about to have an orgasm from his hands spanking me and I was so afraid he'd stop before I came.

"Please don't stop!

SMACK...SMACK.....SMACK.....SMACK....SMACK....SMACK....

And then I came.

Ohh...oh...oh...ohhhHHHhhhoooohhhHHHooo...Ohhhh...OOoohhhhhHHHhhhooo...

"Go lie down on the bed!"

He began to lick my wetness and I was enjoying the tension so much. I clenched my legs apart, wanting to feel the sweet tension that happens right before I orgasm in a long, slow roll. It happened and I pulled away from Daddy as hard as I could, but he wouldn't let me go, forcing me to have more and more orgasms wash over me.

He ordered me back to the bathroom, to get in the Jacuzzi, giving me exquisite pleasure, hitting my g-spot so intensely that, in Daddy's words,

"You melt under my touch, cumming incredibly quick. Within seconds you gush out all over my hand as your knees buckle and I catch you."

By that point I was so incredibly turned on I wanted Daddy desperately and the evidence was that he wanted me, too. He was ready to pound me...over and over and over!

The sexual tension was about to have a huge release. He began moving his hard cock slowly at first, not going all the way inside, but making me beg for it!

"Please Daddy!"

"Like this?"

And then he thrust all the way in, making me hurt, but it's a hurt I never tire of. The pain is so pleasurable that I know I'm about to cum, but I don't want to because I'm waiting for Daddy to tell me when. I hold off and try to think of other things, but I can't and I'm just about driven over the edge, into the abyss of ecstasy.

"Ahhhhh, cum for Daddy! Right now!"

I'd held it off for so long, but then an incredible release switch went off in my brain, allowing my hips to undulate upward toward Daddy, riding our way to an intense climax.

The tension was gone and I was at peace!

Fitness Friday...

2012-02-10T19:21:00.000-08:00

At the beginning of this year I made some physical fitness goals. One of my main goals is to improve my running time. Since I've added Body Pump to my fitness regimen my goal is to get stronger and be able to do all the push-ups in the workout men's style.

Right now, I can do some men's style, but mostly I have to do women's push-ups, but I'm NOT giving up. I'm getting better each week!

I'd love to hear from my readers about how you workout or stay active to take care of your health. I love to talk healthy living which includes fresh air, sunshine, exercise, eating right, sleeping well, etc.

By popular request, I'm going to have a regular post about fitness and vegetarian/vegan cooking on Friday's.

For lunch today, I made our family homemade hamburger buns and Oat-Nut Burgers, all with no dairy or eggs.

Hamburger Buns

4 to 4.5 cups flour (I grind my own from wheat berries)

1 package active dry yeast

1 cup milk (I used Silk unsweetened almond milk)

1/3 cup sugar (I use dark brown sugar by C & H)

1/3 cup butter, margarine or shortening (I used cold pressed extra virgin olive oil)

1 teaspoon salt (I use about 1/2 the amount called for. I don't like to use a lot of salt.)

2 eggs (I use 2 Tablespoons ground golden flax seed. For each tablespoon of flax seed I add 2-3 tablespoons of warm water)

In large mixer bowl combine 2 cups of the flour and the yeast. In microwave safe bowl, add milk, sugar, olive oil, and salt just till warm. Stir.

Add to flour mixture; add flax seed mixture and beat at low speed of electric mixer until mixed, then beat on 3 minutes at high speed.

Stir in as much the remaining flour as you can mix in with a spoon. Turn out onto a lightly floured surface. Kneed in enough of the remaining flour to make a moderately stiff dough that is smooth and elastic (6-8 minutes total). Shape into a ball. Place in lightly greased bowl; turn once to grease surface. Cover; let rise in warm place till double (the original recipe says 1 hour, but I only had mine rise about 20-30 minutes).

Punch dough down; divide into 12 portions. Shape each into an even circle, folding edges under. Press flat between hands. Place on greased baking sheet; press to 3.5 inch circles. Cover; let rise till nearly double (the recipe says to wait 30 minutes, but I only let mine rise about 15 minutes). Bake in 375° oven for 12-15 minutes. Remove from sheet; cool on wire racks. Mine turned out fine without all the extra rising time:)!

Oat-Nut Burger

1 onion, diced

2 cups quick oats (I always use rolled oats)

1 cup pecan meal

1/2 teaspoon salt

1/2 teaspoon favorite seasoning salt

1/2 Italian seasoning

1.5 cups Silk unsweetened almond milk

Mix all together and let sit for at least 5 minutes. I like to let the mixture sit even longer, if I have time.

Use an ice-cream scoop to form the patties and fry in oil or bake. I like to bake mine.

Hope you enjoy the recipes and if anybody has a great plant-based recipe to share, that would be great. I will, of course, give the credit to you:)!

I LOVE Australian Kisses...

2012-02-09T12:59:00.000-08:00

Since yesterday's post was about pleasuring men, I didn't want my readers to think I was neglecting the fairer sex.

Daddy has a close friend visiting Australia right now and this friend posted the above pic on his Facebook profile. He showed it to me and told me,

"You need to write a post about this. Cool pic, don't you think?!"

"Uh, yeah! I want an Australian Kiss right now! I didn't know it could be called that. I've never heard that expression before, but I love the pun."

So, to honor Daddy's request, here goes.

As usual, I want to make clear that I'm not speaking for all women, but from my experiences and feelings about this subject. I don't claim to be an "expert", but I have had lots of practice on the receiving end of Australian Kisses since Daddy loves to go down on me:).

The very first time Daddy ever gave me oral sex, I had no idea what it was or what on earth he was doing.
I was so, so innocent about anything to do with sex. I just knew that my whole body felt like it was on fire with extreme sensitivity to his lips and his tongue the very first time he kissed me "down under".

I'm going to quote from a post I made July 5, 2011, Fireworks, that tells about the very first time Daddy gave me an Australian Kiss.

~~~I had fantasized about being intimate with Daddy...up to a point. I could never really visualize it since I'd never seen any pictures or had any first hand experience.   I don't remember exactly what happened to make us move off of his bed, but somehow we ended up laying down on Daddy's thickly carpeted floor near his dresser.

He lifted up my shirt and just barely kissed my stomach right below my navel...my whole body quivered. (Daddy said later that I was like a jet about to take off....he could tell that I was going to be very responsive if just barely kissing my stomach made me tremble all over.)  I could have said something and stopped him. I know he would have stopped, but I didn't say anything. I wanted him to keep doing what he was doing. It felt so good to have light kisses all around my stomach.

Then Daddy unsnapped my shorts and pulled them apart revealing my tiny bikini panties I had on. He kept kissing me lower and lower until he was removing my panties. At that point I was so shocked that he WANTED to kiss me "down there".

"Daddy, what are you doing?" I asked nervously.

"Just relax, Kitty! Do you trust me?"

"Yes, I trust you."

"Then stop talking and enjoy yourself. Just relax and let yourself go."

I wondered what he meant by "let yourself go", but by that time I was starting to feel so good that I started to moan and breathe really shallow. And then it happened...my very first orgasm...ever...it was fabulous, wonderful...I couldn't stop smiling. I was in awe of my feelings of euphoria. My legs felt like jello and I was so relaxed and happy. Daddy was chuckling over how loud I got and then he teased me by saying,

"I hope the neighbors didn't hear you. I guess you're a "screamer"."  I laughed because I knew he had no close neighbors and his house was very well insulated besides.

"Wow, do all men kiss women like that?!"

"Actually, no, some men don't like to, but lucky for you, I'm not one of them. You taste so good. I can honestly say that your pussy tastes better than any other woman I've ever had."

"That was incredible! I've never felt anything like that before! Thank you so much for making me feel like that, Daddy!"~~~

Since so many of of you enjoyed Daddy's perspective in yesterday's post, I asked him if he'd write something for today's post, too. He graciously agreed to my request:)!

"When I first started dating Kitty, my best guy friend commented that she was so hot he would love to have a pair of her well worn panties under his pillow... and I must admit that the thought had occurred to me as well. When I finally succeeded in getting into her pants, my first mission was to get a little taste, and it proved to be one of those rare instances when the prize was even better than the fantasy.

I'm the sort of guy who absolutely LOVES the taste anyway! Young sex is so steamy and hot and powerful. I knew when I got Kitty to that special point that she was definitely a "high-performance" model, she nearly threw me off the bed with all her writhing and commotion. I have always said that I get more pleasure from watching my lady having those endless cascades of Orgasms than I actually get from my own. I've always been a bit jealous of how much enjoyment Kitty seems to get from the act.. I'm not sure that men have any experience that compares.

I'm reminded of the old joke:
One day Adam and Eve notice God standing before them, holding a bag.
"Hi God, What's in the bag?" asked Eve.

"These are a couple of things that were left over from creation that I thought you two would be interested in."

God rummages around in the bag a moment.

"Okay, who wants to be able to pee standing up?"

Adam immediately puts his hand up in the air, waving frantically. "Me! Me! Me! Oh, oh, PLEASE, God, let me have it! Just think of how much more work I could get done in the fields if I could pee standing up! And it would help so much when I'm out hunting! Oh, please, please, please let me have it!"

"Well, alright," says God. "Now, let's see what we have for you, Eve." God rummages about a bit more in the bag.

"Ah, right. Multiple orgasms."

What makes Kitty especially fun is that she's not really strong enough to get away from me, and once she gets up a head of steam, she becomes the epitome of the old expression "cumming like a freight train"... A REALLY REALLY LONG freight train. She writhes and squirms, and vocalizes, and tries to get away from me, passively at first, and finally desperately. This is the point where a little finger stimulation will switch on the water works in a most gratifying way. The old saying goes, "You don't put a loaf of bread in a cold oven". After a half dozen orgasms (or so, but who's counting), she's red hot and finally ready for a good pounding... THAT'S the moment that makes life worth living for me... total, passionate, reckless abandon!

Flying a high-performance aircraft at hundreds of knots right down on the deck is a thrill that few ever get to enjoy, but every pilot I know who has been so blessed, is quick to say it's the SECOND biggest thrill a guy can experience.."

Once again, I'd love to get reader input to this topic....the givers and the receivers alike are welcome to comment:)!

Blow His Mind!...

2012-02-08T11:36:00.000-08:00

I'll never forget the very first time I gave Daddy a blowjob. I was 17 and very naive, to the point of asking him, when he explained what he wanted me to do,

"Do normal people do this?"

I can remember tentatively licking him all over his shaft and Daddy telling me exactly what to do to help facilitate his pleasure. I'm sure it wasn't the best blowjob he'd ever had, but he praised me and the results showed I'd managed to finish him off.

A few weeks later, in a roadside park, it was my idea to give Daddy a blowjob. There were no other cars around and it was a beautiful setting, isolated from view of the road.

"Daddy, could I give you a blowjob? Please?"

"Here? Uh...well, alright. I'll keep a lookout for cars."

You have to remember there was no internet for me to look up how to give a blowjob and I'd certainly never seen it done or read about them. Everything I did, I had to rely on Daddy giving me advice and my own ingenuity and imagination.

That was the very first time I deep throated Daddy's cock. I can remember it just like it was yesterday. His cock was very hard and I slid my mouth down his shaft licking him as I descended and when the tip of his cock hit the back of my throat I relaxed and let his cock keep going until my mouth was all the way down as far as I could go.

I knew I'd scored a 10+ on that blowjob because Daddy hollered out with pleasure and told me afterward,

"That was the best blowjob I've EVER had! Thank you!"

That was music to my ears. I love to please Daddy and I've always tried to give him the most extreme pleasure it's possible for a man to have. Of course, I like to think I've more than perfected my technique over the years.

The impetus behind this post is I received a private e-mail asking for help on how to give her man an amazing blowjob. I showed the letter to Daddy and he said he'd write down what makes the difference between a ho-hum blowjob and one that blows his mind.

"From a man’s perspective what makes a great blowjob?   A part of me wants to stand this question on it’s head (so to speak) - could there be such a thing as a BAD one?   I would say that most men have had some that were so-so and at least one that was a life altering event.

Blowjobs are sort of the elephant in the room in my estimation – everyone knows that this sort of thing is going on… but the subject is rarely discussed in polite company.   I doubt that I’m the only guy who has ever looked at an elegantly dressed woman with a significant other at a reception and briefly imagined her on her knees at his feet.

The thing that separates good head from mind-blowing head is summed up in one word – attitude. When your woman gets that hungry look in her eyes, and conveys the impression that she NEEDS your cock… the mood is set for a mind blowing experience.

Of course there are technical issues.   These are pretty well encapsulated in the old locker-room joke made popular after the movie “10”, with Dudley Moore and Bo Derek:

Q: Do you know what an eleven is?

A: That’s a seven who can suck a golf ball through a garden hose!

“Tooth dragging” is bad technique to be sure, this can ruin an otherwise delightful experience!  Just DON'T let this happen!

There is the age old question of “spit or swallow?”    This ties back to the attitude issue. Hungry people rarely spit out their food – spitting conveys that there is something “icky” going on here… that’s a total turn-off for me.

Deep-throating is pinnacle of head-giving technique. The sensation of hitting bottom and then going deeper is incredible –and Kitty excels at this "skill above all skills".   When she takes me all the way, it’s like lighting the afterburners on my passion – it drives me wild.   I’m not sure how this works or is done – it seems like it would cause some sort of a gagging reflex.   I can honestly say that I was totally in love with Kitty after just a few dates, and way before we ever ventured into the bedroom… BUT, after she learned to Deep-Throat me, she totally owned me!"

I can only speak for myself, but I absolutely LOVE to give Daddy cock worship! I love to look up into his eyes with his cock deep, deep in my throat and have him stroke my hair with approval and moan his pleasure at the fabulous job I'm doing.

Since the "eyes are the window to the soul", at that moment I see contentment, happiness, and love directed towards me for giving him the "pinnacle" of pleasure.

As for not gagging, I breathe through my nose and consciously relax my mouth while still maintaining strong suction as his cock goes past the back of my mouth into my throat, and then I do something extra... Once his cock is deep inside my throat I move my head back and forth, which causes something inside to rub Daddy's cock in a certain way that always gets a positive reaction out of him;).

To help the woman that wrote me and anybody else that might want or need information, I'd love it if my readers would write in your favorite tips to giving or receiving a mind blowing blowjob.

"Always A Happy Ending"...

2012-02-07T08:08:00.000-08:00

Kiwigirliegirl said in a comment regarding a punishment spanking I had,

"Your punishments never really sounds like punishments Kitty LOL...there is always a happy ending;)"

That got me thinking and asking myself some questions...

"Is a punishment spanking not supposed to have a happy ending?"

"Is the whole process of a punishment spanking in our relationship merely a fantasy, that in actuality is really foreplay?"

I suppose every person could give a different reason for why or why not a punishment would be a deterrent to a specific action.

I can only tell about my relationship with Daddy and my feelings and emotions that arise as a result of a punishment spanking.

When I received my last punishment spanking, I did feel very contrite and just yesterday, while driving, I thought of my punishment and consciously did not look at my iphone while driving. To me, it's more about Daddy being disappointed in me. I hate it when he lectures me...hate it more than the actual spanking.

Just yesterday, I screwed up again.

We were getting ready to go to a funeral of a very dear friend's husband. Daddy was very annoyed, alright let's just call it like it really was...he was angry with me. Because of poor planning on my part, we were going to be late to the funeral.

"There are some things you just shouldn't be late for and a funeral is one of them!"

I was ticked off that I was running late, but instead of admitting it was my fault, I tried to deflect Daddy's criticism.

"You're late all the time. I'm always having to wait for you!"

He really let me have it then, lecturing me for most of the way there, and he was really mad that I was acting so blase' about the whole thing. By the time he was through talking, I felt about an inch tall. I was really sorry and apologized profusely, promising to do better in the future.

In the end, it worked out...sigh of relief on my part. The guy was very well known in our community and there was a line to get in. It turns out we were not late, after all.

Now, even though it all worked out, I still deserved a punishment, but Daddy forgave me because of my attitude and my sincere penitence.

And, later in the evening, he "punished" me with several rocking orgasms;).

So, to answer my earlier questions, in our relationship, I think Daddy very rarely wants to punish me. He can get really mad/angry with me, but he gets over it relatively quick and he is not a person to hold grudges and bring up things from the past, for which I'm very grateful.

As far as whether or not a punishment spanking is foreplay to great sex, I think the answer to that is obviously a big fat YES! I've not discussed this with Daddy, but later tonight when I see him, and I ask him to read this post, I will find out if I'm right about that or not.

There's sex And Then There's SEX!...

2012-02-06T07:45:00.000-08:00

Daddy had told me to expect a punishment spanking Friday evening, but then he fell asleep and I sure wasn't going to wake him up. That would be like waking up a bear...he is not happy to be woke up when he's really tired and I knew he was exhausted.

I thought of not telling the reason for my punishment, because it's not fun to admit my infractions to the blogging audience, and especially because I'm a repeat offender... ugh!

A brief slip up by me involving my iphone (I wasn't texting, but I did look at an e-mail while driving) and the incident that Daddy was equally upset about, if not more so, I was disrespectful to him.

We have satellite tv and my name is not on the account. If any changes need to be made or if we have a difficulty with our service, because my name is not on the account, the company won't discuss anything with me. To make a long story, short, I unfairly went off on Daddy regarding this issue, in front of my mother, two of my nephews, and one of my sisters.

Daddy had called the company to request my name be added to the account. He just forgot to add me in the first place. He certainly doesn't want one more thing to be added to his list of things to do and it's at his specific instructions that I am to balance our checking account and take care of all our household accounts.

Unfortunately, they had put him on "eternal hold" and he didn't have time to wait, as he was in the process of doing something else at the time. I shouldn't have put him down, especially in front of my family, or, for that matter, anybody. I don't usually do that and even as I was talking, I knew I should just shut up, but my big mouth kept going. Bad Kitty!

So, it was Saturday afternoon, and most of our kids were gone, and the ones that were home were otherwise occupied. He had turned on the fan in the Master Bathroom. Daddy told me,

"Now would be a great time for your punishment spanking. Go in the closet."

I didn't want to go. I felt especially resistant to the idea of my punishment, but I finally did walk in the closet. He pulled me close and began to spank me over my panties, tights, and my skirt. He was using a ruler, a different one this time. It's not as long as the yard stick he also has, but still quite long at 24 inches.

"That doesn't even hurt!"

It did sting a little bit, but it was like I was saying, nanny nanny boo-boo. You can't hurt me!

"Alright, you asked for it!"

He unhooked my skirt and unzipped the zipper, causing my skirt to fall to the floor. Next, he pulled my tights and panties down far enough that my bottom was totally bare and then he bent me over his arm and began spanking me with his other arm holding the ruler...

Smack...Smack...Smack...Smack...Smack... etc., etc. I really don't know how many times he smacked my bottom. It was enough that I was trying to get away, but that idea was futile.

Every time he smacked my butt, I'd say, "ow" very quietly and then he pulled me up against him and kept spanking. I was tensing up and he knew it. He didn't want me to tense up for the smacks.

"There!"

I relaxed and then, before I could tense up again, he quickly spanked me several more times REALLY hard...

SMACK!, SMACK!, SMACK!, SMACK!, SMACK!

"Hey, that's no fair. I thought you were done. You did that on purpose."

He laughed and hugged me close and said,

"It WAS a punishment, after all. I didn't appreciate how you talked to me the other night, not one little bit."

"I'm really sorry, Daddy! I know I acted just awful."

"Well, it's all over now. Your ass is bright red."

He brought a mirror over and was trying to show me, but I couldn't see. I went into the bedroom and looked in the mirror with my butt facing the mirror and I think it was about as reddish pink as I've ever seen it.

I had pulled up my panties by this time, but I felt wet, the oozy kind of wet when I'm aroused. I felt embarrassed that a punishment spanking would get me so incredibly aroused, but it did. My butt was fire engine red from being spanked with a 24 inch ruler and yet I felt loved, taken care of, and incredibly hot!

"Daddy, I'm really wet and it's all your fault!"

He knew I was teasing, and he playfully bantered back,

"Is that so? Let me see. I think I need to examine the evidence."

I took off my sweater, unfastened my bra, pulled off my panties and climbed onto the bed with Daddy. He lifted my legs up and began to push hard with his fingers, stimulating my G spot. He took his fingers out of my pussy, bringing them to his mouth, licking the wetness off so he could taste my pussy juice.

"You taste delicious! I want more of that. Lie down."

He directed me how to position myself and leaned over to kiss me and lick my clit. It's an extreme turn on for me that Daddy loves to taste me and very much enjoys eating out my pussy.

I began to cum, undulating my hips while Daddy was still licking me. I tried to get away, but he wouldn't let me and then he began kissing me again. The second time I came was so intense I couldn't stand it and I begged Daddy,

"Please, let me rub myself?"

"Alright, Baby!"

He waited until my orgasm had died down and then he told me to go get in the Jacuzzi. It was quite an exciting thought. I usually stand up, but this time I laid down inside of the Jacuzzi with my body just like in the picture below. Daddy used those fabulous fingers of his to make me gush like crazy, more than once.

Afterward, I was feverishly desiring Daddy. All I could think about was his cock ramming my pussy and us coming together. Daddy rinsed out the Jacuzzi, to clear away the "evidence" and helped me out.

He kissed me in a deep French kiss and then directed me to my knees. He grabbed my head and thrust his cock deep into my throat and used my mouth for his pleasure. I was so wet with desire and I was hoping he'd want his cock in my pussy.

"Go get on the bed! I want MY pussy."

Just him claiming my pussy as his made me want Daddy even more. He climbed on the bed, picking up my legs and putting them over his shoulder, licking my juices, then thrusting his cock to the back of my vagina, hitting my cervix hard, harder, and harder again, over and over until I was delirious with emotion. I wanted to cum and I asked permission.

"Please, Daddy, may I cum?"

"In a little bit. I want us to cum together."

And then, just when I thought he couldn't undulate his hips any faster, he got a surge of energy, moving his hips in time to his own internal rhythm, he hollered out,

"Now!"

I began bucking up to meet him and we were both moving together in what was extreme euphoria. It was seriously the BEST sex ever! Ecstasy described what we both were feeling.

Afterward, as we were getting dressed, I told Daddy,

"There's sex and then there's SEX! That was SEX!"

Daddy just chuckled at me, reminding me that I have said that many times before. To me, though, it always does seem like the best.

And then, being very naughty, I changed the words to a hymn to my own lyrics,

"I'm so happy and here's the reason why,
Daddy just screwed my brains out..."

I looked in the mirror and my face was glowing with a natural blush and I seriously couldn't stop smiling. I was euphoric and Daddy came up behind me, hugging me and caressing my breasts.

"I love to give you pleasure, Kitty!"

A Day In Kitty's Life...

2012-02-03T20:40:00.000-08:00

A blogging friend gave me the idea for today's post while we were chatting. It went like this:

"So, what are you going to write about today?"

"I don't know. I could go off in many different directions. I've been spanked, screwed twice within 12 hours, etc."

"How about a day in the life? Because, I suspect people don't suspect you get it so often."

"Could you elaborate? You mean they think I only have sex once or twice a week?"

"Well, you could start by saying that you suspect people think you cherry pick your life for just the hot, sexy, spanky parts. So, just to give them a slice of what your life is really like, you'll write about today. And, tell what happened. Your morning spanking alone provides great material..."

I liked my friend's introduction so I left it as is. I have been accused of making up a fantasy life. Most of my life is quite ordinary, but there are some very fun parts, too.

My "day" started yesterday evening. Daddy had taken me to a Mongolian BBQ restaurant for a date night and afterward to Academy Sports to buy some weights, and other fitness paraphernalia.

Before checking out, Daddy decided he wanted to look at kayaks. He's been thinking of buying one and so we looked at the five or six different styles they had to choose from. I suspect he'll buy one come spring.

As we were heading home, I remembered I'd promised to make two no-bake cheesecakes for my sister's birthday, so off we headed to the nearest grocery store. I had a list of ingredients to buy: cool whip, sugar, cream cheese, sour cream, cherry and strawberry pie filling.

Daddy pulled up to the store.

"You go in and I'll go get gas. I'm on empty."

"Where are you going?"

He'd pulled away from the store and I wondered why.

"This is what's known as me being protective. I didn't want you to get out of the car on the side with the traffic. I want you to get out right by the door."

"Thank you, Daddy! That makes me feel so loved."

I was so glad that I had kept my mouth shut, when I was tempted to be impatient with him for driving away from the store, before I realized what he was doing.

We were pulling away from the store and Daddy starts in on what was going to happen later tonight.

"I think I'll put whipping cream inside your pussy and lick it out! Would you like that?"

"Hmmm, maybe." And then I remembered, "Cool Whip! Oh, no! I forgot the Cool Whip for the recipe."

"It's a good thing you had me along or you never would have remembered."

"You do think of the craziest things!"

Daddy turned around and he dropped me off for round two at the store.

Soon, we were on our way home and after arriving, I quickly made the no bake cheesecake pies.

It was very late. He directed me to kneel between his legs and give him cock worship. I did, of course:). He was quite hard and wanted to see if I was wet enough so he checked me and I was. He wanted me to gush so he had me get in the Jacuzzi. He massaged my G-spot and within seconds I was gushing all over his hand. He didn't stop, winding me up for round two and another powerful wave of pleasure and this time I REALLY gushed and started shaking. I held on to Daddy for support or I would have fallen over, I'm sure.

Daddy helped me out of the Jacuzzi, bent me over and rammed me from behind with his cock into my dripping wet pussy.

"Cum for me, Kitty!"

He was hitting my G-spot with his cock and it felt so pleasant and then he ramped up the speed with which he was moving and my orgasm hit me with no warning, while he gripped my hips and emptied himself inside me. Oh! It was terrific.

Today:

I woke up and felt quite refreshed. Daddy was already awake and was in our bathroom, but for whatever reason, he came back to bed, wanting to snuggle. He pulled me close, rubbing my ass, telling me,

"I should go to the office, but how can I when your ass is like a talisman. Some people rub a Buddha, but all I need is your ass."

"Put your legs up, Kitty!"

Then he began massaging my clit and making me giddy with pleasure.

I reached over and began gently fondling Daddy's balls and gripping his hard cock.

"Suck my cock!"

I took his mushroom head in my mouth, sliding my hot mouth down his shaft until I was deep-throating him the way that absolutely drives him wild, keeping suction going and when the head was deep in my throat I could feel him becoming engorged and larger.

"Stop...I want to be inside you!"

He pulled my legs apart, licking my pussy to taste me and then thrust his cock inside of me, fast, and then still faster, driving me wild. I was so incredibly wet with desire.

"May I cum, Daddy?"

"Wait until I tell you."

I was feeling so good and trying not to cum, and then Daddy went berserk with his thrusting. I was thinking that I didn't think I could hold out much longer.

"Now!"

The release was crazy good and afterward I grabbed my clit and kept rubbing to make the feelings last longer. Daddy smiled at me and gave a big sigh of relaxation.

After all that, he called me into the bathroom to wash him off before he left.

"Go turn on the fan!"

I knew then I was going to get spanked.

"I want to leave you with a little something that will remind you of me!"

He began spanking me with his hand, with my body pressed up against his while we were both standing up. Still holding me, he reached for the crop, and bent me over with his hand.

"Don't move!"

He swatted me low on my cheeks over and over. I kept trying not to move, but I did move and he'd push me right back into position. I kept saying "Oww, oww, oww!" It was impossible for me to be totally quiet. He must've spanked me 20 or 30 times. Afterward, I looked in the mirror and my bottom was bright pink, almost red.

"That was a good girl spanking, Baby! You'll get your punishment spanking tonight."

This post has gotten long enough so I've left you with a teaser. My next post will tell all about my punishment spanking:).

Spanking Is "Sick and Twisted"...NOT

2012-02-02T14:06:00.000-08:00

A man that shall remain nameless, out of respect for his blogging anonymity, told me his wife thinks spanking is "sick and twisted". I guess she has also said spanking was "weird".

I was genuinely shocked that this woman would actually think that. It's silly, because I don't even know her, but I felt like it was a slap in the face to me. It was like she was telling me that I'm sick and twisted and downright weird for enjoying a spanking.

My insecurity about my sexuality kicked in to high gear. If there's nothing wrong with spanking, then why do I write anonymously? Am I admitting to society at large, by hiding behind my anonymous name, Kitty, that I'm a freak of society?

I'm not going to let people that don't know what it's like to have an orgasm from spanking make me feel like I'm a freak. It's just like the "experts" that say women don't really ejaculate. What do they know?

I refuse to let the "haters" ruin a fascinating new part of my sexuality. I've discovered that my ass has many different erogenous zones, thanks to Daddy. He has various techniques to bring these zones to life. He's used massage, swats, rubbing, spanking with a leather strap (his father's), sharp stinging swats with a crop, his various leather belts, a hangar (he only used it once), a bungee cord, his wooden yardstick, and the best implement of all, his wonderful hands.

My favorite implement, the one that brings me to orgasm almost every time, are Daddy's hands. I can't decide which way is my favorite way to be spanked. I think it's a toss up between the position below or ODK (Over Daddy's Knee).

I'd love to hear how my readers, as the spanker or the spankee, have dealt with society's lack of acceptance to spanking. What are your thoughts regarding the woman up above saying that spanking is "sick and twisted" or "weird"?

History of Daddy and Kitty...Part 31

2012-02-01T19:03:00.000-08:00

I hesitate to write this part of our history, not because it's so titillating. It's not! But, by virtue of what I write, some people might think I'm judging them and their lifestyles. I'm not...this is about me and my beliefs, and my feelings relating to that.

I grew up in a divided home and by that I mean my mother was/is very devout in her love of God and the church and my father was an openly devout atheist, but strangely enough, he backed my mother in her quest to have us follow the "rules" of Christianity.

If I ever didn't do what I should, by the rules of the church, my father would chastise me, sometimes quoting Scripture, even.

I knew the rules forwards and backwards. That wasn't the problem. For me, I felt like God was waiting to pounce on me if I made a mistake. I obeyed out of obligation, not out of love for God.

During the spring, the private school I attended had a visiting minister give talks every day, for a whole week, culminating in a special service at the end of the week.

I was so convicted, after listening to this man, that God wasn't a harsh Master and that I was loved unconditionally. I felt so guilty for ignoring Him all these months, even while He was constantly sending blessings my way, including my biggest blessing, Daddy.

The minister, I'll call him Pastor G, was holding private counseling sessions in the boys dorm and the girls dorm, for those students that wanted to talk to him.

Nobody was coerced to speak to Pastor G. One had to sign up to speak to him, at a certain time period, and after much soul searching, I did just that. I talked to Pastor G on a Friday afternoon, in the chapel (each dorm had a chapel reserved for worship services, etc.)

For weeks now, I had been having trouble sleeping. I was having awful insomnia every single night. It got so bad that I wouldn't fall asleep until 2 or 3 in the morning every night and then I would have to get up, at the latest, 6:30 a.m., to make it to my first class, which started at 7:00 a.m.

I couldn't stay awake for all my classes. Every day, during English, I would sleep and the teacher, Mr. B., never woke me up, probably because I still turned in all my assignments on time and I had a high A. My roommate was in the class with me and she knew I was having trouble sleeping, but she just thought it was the stress of planning a wedding and keeping up my grades in all my classes.

The ordeal of keeping it a secret, that I had already had sex and was still having it, was too much for me. I was really close to my mother and this weighed on my conscience, too. I was too ashamed to confide in any of my friends, either. I didn't trust any of them to keep it totally quiet, so I erred on the side of caution.

I couldn't stand it any longer. I had this horrible guilt weighing me down. I desperately needed to confide in someone about Daddy and I having sex before marriage. I had never told Daddy that I was feeling guilty about us being intimate before marriage. I didn't want him to wish he'd never gotten engaged to a "religious" girl like me.

When I was at the end of my rope, figuratively, my school just "happened" to have this guest speaker, Pastor G. I was so nervous when it was time for me to talk to him. Before I would confide in him, I gained reassurance that whatever I told him, he would never tell anyone. And, as far as I know, he never did tell my secret.

I told him the whole story of my life, how I met Daddy, how we'd been having sex. After I told him the whole story, I expected to be chastised and made to feel like the worst of sinners, but he was so, so kind to me. He told me that it wasn't what I did or didn't do that made God love me. It was such a novel concept and I'm sure I'd heard the same message before, but somehow my heart was open and receptive to what he had to say.

After opening up to him, how I was going crazy with longing for Daddy, that I missed him so bad, that I frequently cried in secret because I missed Daddy so much, that I couldn't wait till the school year was over and we could get married.

"I feel like an emotional basket case, Pastor! I wish we could just get married right away. I need to be with Daddy."

"That's why God wants couples to wait until they're married to have sex. It's not because He's wanting to ruin all your fun, but, since He made us, He knows what is best for us. Women, especially, get emotionally attached to a man through sex. I'm sure that's why you're having insomnia. Just think, the school year is almost over. You can do it! It's less than two months till you get married and I promise you, the sex when you get married will be better than it ever was before."

He told me that it wasn't necessary to tell anybody, including my mother, that telling her would probably really upset her. I told him I wanted to be forgiven and he prayed with me, and I felt like a weight was lifted off of me. I was so happy, because I knew I'd been forgiven and my sins had been erased. I told Pastor G that I wanted to wait until Daddy and I got married to have any more sex. He encouraged me, that, with God's help, I could wait.

I didn't get a chance to talk to Daddy that day, but the very next day I told him all about how I'd confided in Pastor G and all the details surrounding our meeting.

"Daddy, would it be alright with you if we waited till we got married to have any more sex? I just can't stand the guilt anymore and I want to do what's right."

"Oh, Baby, I feel so bad for you that you haven't been able to sleep at night. Having sex with you isn't worth it if you're suffering. Of course, it will be extremely hard to wait, but I'm willing to wait until our wedding night."

"Do you really think the sex will be better once we're married?"

"Absolutely! Remember, I had already told you that."

"Yes, you did, but I didn't want to believe you because I wasn't married to you yet. I can't wait till we're married and we can have sex whenever we want!"

"You'll be my born again virgin!"

Daddy's Birthday Spanking...

2012-01-31T14:11:00.000-08:00

Yesterday was Daddy's birthday and I ended up getting his birthday spanking, even though it wasn't even my birthday and it's all Florida Dom's fault;)!

Daddy didn't want to go out to eat for his birthday dinner. He wanted my homemade pizza, which I make with organic wheat berries from Wheat Montana Farm. After stuffing ourselves with pizza, the family sang him the Happy Birthday song.

Daddy's birthday would not be complete without his favorite, pineapple upside down cake. It's the only cake he's ever wanted for his birthday, as long as we've been married.

And, of course, his favorite ice cream, mint chocolate chip! I buy strawberry ice cream, too, for those that don't like mint chocolate chip.

By the time the guests had all left and we got the younger kids to bed, it was almost 10:00, but Daddy wanted to watch a movie. He picked the anti-chick flick...Inglourious Basterds, lol!

I had to keep covering my eyes because the scenes were too gory for my taste. Daddy knows how sensitive to violence I am and he actually offered to watch something else, but I told him I was sure I could deal with it.

"It's your birthday, Daddy! I'll just cover my eyes during the bloody parts."

By the time the movie was over, we were both wound up a bit. He was reading his birthday greetings from Facebook and I got on my blog to answer comments. This is where Florida Dom enters the story.

He wrote me a comment after yesterday's post:

Kitty: That was nice to share pictures and even a video on his birthday. Hope you both enjoyed his birthday. Did the birthday guy give you 53 spanks to celebrate his birthday? LOL

I responded back to him:

Florida Dom,

No, he didn't give me a birthday spanking:).

We watched a movie and I had made one of his favorite meals.

Love,

Kitty

A short time later we were going to bed. I had seen Daddy looking at my blog and wondered if he'd seen Florida Dom's comment.

"I guess you saw that comment about me getting 53 spanks for your birthday, the one from Florida Dom?"

"No, I didn't see it, but it's MY birthday, not yours! I don't want to be spanked."

"I know you don't. He was just asking if you had given me 53 spanks because some men give a birthday spanking, in honor of their birthday, to their wives. Anyway, it's technically not your birthday anymore since it's after midnight."

He didn't say anything for a minute and I thought he was getting sleepy, but it turns out he was just thinking.

"I'm sure it's still my birthday in Alaska or, for sure, Hawaii. I would use my dad's leather strap, but I don't feel like looking for it. I'll just use my hand."

And, without any warning, he pulled my legs up and over my head with one hand and began spanking quickly with his other hand. He counted off each spank, alternating butt cheeks....

"1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8,9,10,11,12,13,14,15,16,17,18,19,20,21,22,23,24,25,26,27,

28,29,30,31,32,33,34,35,36,37,38,39,40,41,42,43,44,45,46,47,48,49,50,"

and then he stopped...

"The last three are going to be really hard spanks. You can take it, though!"

"51!"

"Owww!"

"52!"

I was silent, even though it hurt. I bit my lip so I wouldn't say anything.

"53!"

"Ohhhh!"

"Now, I want my birthday blowjob!"

I got on my knees, between his legs and took care of Daddy, swallowing every last drop. It was the first time I'd been spanked and then ordered to give Daddy cock worship on his birthday, but I'm sure it won't be the last.

Happy Birthday, Dear Daddy!...

2012-01-30T19:29:00.000-08:00

Today is Daddy's birthday! He's 53 years young. Because of persistent requests to see more of him, I asked if he'd let me take some pictures for my blog. Since he loves to swim, I thought I'd take some pictures at the pool where he does his lap swims.

This is a still shot of him doing the American crawl. He normally swims 2,000-3,000 yards three times a week.

I took this video with Daddy's Nikon D7000...I love how he can do such a well executed flip turn.

Will you spank me, Daddy? Please?...

2012-01-29T20:40:00.000-08:00

One of my readers, Karl Friedrich Gauss, who interviewed me and Daddy a while back, shared an idea for a post in a recent email. This is his introduction, setting the scene as it were. He wants to hear how I would have begged for a spanking, like I said I would have.

KARL: I was intrigued when Kitty said that if she had known earlier in her relationship what she knows now about spanking, she would have gotten down on her knees and begged Daddy to spank her.

I thought, Wow, what would that scene be like? What would Kitty say? How would Daddy respond? How would the conversation unfold? And, assuming the much younger Kitty had gotten her wish, how would she like it?

Now the fly in the narrative ointment, of course, is how in those pre-internet days, could Kitty ever have known what spanking would be like? But we'll just ask you to suspend your disbelief on that one, and suppose that some kindly person, like maybe Daddy's mother, had spilled the beans to her confidentially."

***This story is going to be autobiographical fiction. Obviously, the spanking part is fiction, but many of the other parts of the story are very much true and really did happen. I'm going to write it as if I'm writing in my diary.***

I can hardly believe Daddy and I have almost been married a whole year. My first year at university is finished. I'm so glad finals are out of the way and I don't have to worry about school until August. I had a nightmare the other night. In my dream, I woke up in a cold sweat, thinking I'd missed one of my exams. I was so relieved to really wake up and realize it wasn't true.

Daddy is taking me to L.A. and we're going to go to lots of fun places. I can't wait! He's taking me to Disney Land, Sea World, Universal Studios, and of course, we'll go swimming in the Pacific and relax on the beach.

Maybe I'll be able to work up the courage to talk to Daddy about a fantasy I've been having ever since I read this erotic book I came across at a second hand book store. I just don't know if I can do it, though. He'll probably think I'm so weird and he might wish he'd never married me.

Maybe he'll wish he was back with that woman, Brenda, that wrote to him right after we got back from our honeymoon. I can't stand her! I wish other women weren't always liking Daddy. It makes me so upset. I wish I was the only woman Daddy had ever had sex with.

What makes me so mad is he refuses to tell me exactly how many women he's had. He says it would just make me more upset and that he doesn't think about them anymore...that he married me because I'm the only woman for him. I just wish I wasn't so jealous.

Two weeks later~

I did it! I finally worked up my courage to confide in Daddy. Here's what happened.

"Daddy, I need to talk to you about something."

"What? What is it?"

Daddy sounded annoyed. He told me after we'd talked that his ex-wife said those same exact words to tell him she wanted him to move out before they got divorced.

"I'm nervous. Will you promise you'll still love me, no matter what I tell you?"

"Of course. Just tell me. I hate suspense!"

"I'm scared you'll think I'm weird, Daddy."

He realized I was feeling insecure and he moved toward me, holding me close and talking in a soothing tone, he said,

"Just relax. I'm not going to stop loving you, EVER. Trust me, Baby!"

I knelt down at Daddy's feet and proceeded to beg for something I knew I really wanted.

"Will you spank me, Daddy? Please?"

It's not often Daddy is speechless. He looked at me in disbelief, like he couldn't believe what I'd just asked of him. Before he could tell me no, I quickly rushed ahead with my prepared speech.

"I found this book and this woman talked about getting spanked by her husband for disobeying him and acting like a brat, well the book said acting naughty. I changed it to brat because I think I act like one at times. I was thinking that it might help us not to fight so much, if you were to spank me when I didn't listen to you and when I got out of control and said things I shouldn't say. I hate it when we fight and I wish you'd stop me from saying the horrible things I say sometimes."

" Are you serious? That thought has crossed my mind before, but I never thought you'd go for it. Sometimes you need a spanking."

"The woman also said she gets good girl spankings, too. She made it sound like it could be fun! I can't imagine wanting a spanking during sex, but maybe it would be fun. What do you think about that idea?"

" I think deep down you knew how I'd feel. I've told you before that I'm an ass man. I've wanted to spank you many times, but I never told you because I was afraid you'd think I was being an abusive husband. Just the thought of spanking your sexy ass gets me hard!"

Returned from L.A.~

Daddy's gone back to work and I am at home, watching x and z, just like I did the summer I met Daddy, but this time I am their step-mother.

Several weeks later~

The kids went back to their mother's house. I miss them, but it's going to be fun to just be the two of us again. We went to our favorite Mexican restaurant for a romantic date and Daddy took me flying to look at the lights of the city by night.

One week later~

Daddy and I had been getting along better and then something happened. His ex-wife called, ostensibly to talk to Daddy, but he wasn't home. She made me so mad, insinuating that Daddy was still interested in her and let drop little hints about something that had happened recently when he was dropping the kids off at her house.

When she first said those things, I was so mad at her, because I'm sure he'd never do that, well, I'm pretty sure he wouldn't.

The next day~

Daddy and I had a huge fight. He came home and I mentioned that she had called. I confronted him, accusing him of being unfaithful. He said,

"That's ridiculous. I can't believe you would even think that!"

"But she said..."

"Whatever she said, she's a liar! You're going to believe her instead of me?! I can't believe we're even having this conversation."

The argument escalated into quite the heated exchange, until finally, I said,

"I wish I'd never married you! I bet this is why your first marriage didn't last!"

"Alright! That does it! You're acting like a little brat and I'll be damned if I'm going to put up with it."

"Oh, yeah! What do you think you're going to do about it? You're not my boss and I can do exactly as I please!!! Just because you're older than me, doesn't mean you can tell me what to do."

Without any warning he picked me up like a little girl and turned me over his knee. I kicked and screamed, but since it was just the two of us, nobody heard. I was so mad!

"You begged me to spank you the other day. Your fantasy is about to be fulfilled, whether you like it or not, little girl!"

And then, he spanked me until I was crying and all the fight was gone out of me. I knew I was wrong and that he did really love me. I realized that I'd been being manipulated by his ex-wife and she was just trying to drive a wedge between us.

I'm going to try to be good so I don't get any more punishment spankings...but it's so hard to always be good!

Fitness Friday...

2012-01-27T22:34:00.000-08:00

Daddy always says,

"The internet shows us how people behave when there's no chance of getting punched in the nose for what you say..."

He first said that many years ago, following a difficult week moderating posts on a forum run by his business.

I really enjoy reading the comments I receive for my blog, even though some of them aren't fit to publish. I used to feel a little guilty about not publishing all the comments, but Daddy told me to use a simple test regarding whether to publish a comment or not.

"Does this comment add-to or detract-from your blog?"

Once I started following Daddy's wise counsel, I noticed that the occasional "hater" remarks that fly over the transom have become a source of entertainment, instead of angst.

Today I received a real gem of a comment...

"Your sentence where you reassure us about being able to speak about a whole lot of subjects is as reassiring as self-evident. You ARE able to. Fon't you continuously speak about arses, fannies, cocks, vaginas, pricks, cracks, slits, clitos, balls, sperm, ass cheeks, arseholes, blowjobs, assholefucking? What more would anyone ask a hen to argument upon???? Don't worry you are doing much better than expected and we are not strict ya'now!"

Part of me wants to upbraid him for his obvious spelling deficiencies, but the possibility that he has an aggressive auto-correct or that English is not his primary language behooves me to graciously give him a pass.

I was reading the comment to Daddy, and we both were laughing that this was a case of a "You-disgust-me-but-I-like-it" reader.

But, on a closer examination of his or her tirade, I realized he'd completely neglected the all important, cookie, a term which can have anatomical connotations.

In honor of the cookie and to highlight Fitness Friday, I'm sharing a delicious, good-for-you, cookie recipe:)!

Banana Date Cookies

3 bananas

1 cup chopped dates

1/2 cup chopped nuts

1/3 cup oil

2 cups rolled oats

1/4 teaspoon salt

1 teaspoon vanilla

Mash bananas. Add chopped dates and oil. Beat with a fork. Add remaining ingredients. Let stand for several minutes for oats to absorb moisture. Drop from spoon on ungreased cookie sheet. Bake for 10-15 minutes in 400° oven until nicely browned on bottom.

Enjoy!

Morning O's...

2012-01-26T21:26:00.000-08:00

By the tone of my blog and the pictures I post, you, the reader, might get the idea that I am obsessed with sex and anything to do with it, and you'd be right, but I am quite capable of having normal, every day conversations and thoughts about many things, sordid and mundane.

I even find myself, gasp, forgetting about sex when I'm busy, for instance, shopping at Whole Foods with Daddy. I was innocently looking at granola, grains, and other bulk foods, trying to remember exactly where the medjool dates were located, completely oblivious to anything having to do with sex.

But, it's not my fault I'm married to the man who can, somehow, turn any conversation around to be about sex.

"Kitty, I want some! Look!"

I turned and faced toward where he was looking and this is what I saw.

Now, the tone of his voice, because there were people around, didn't suggest anything out of the ordinary.

"Do you want me to put some in the cart?"

Yes, I'm that dense at times. My mind was totally on the mundane details of food and I just didn't get the pun on the cereal box. And, yes, I feel like a complete idiot sharing that. Daddy was not going to let me remain ignorant for long, though. He got really close and whispered to me,

"No, I don't want the cereal. Look at the name of the cereal. Get it?"

"Ohhhh!"

Oh, yes! I got it and busted up laughing and then Daddy joined in. It was such a pleasant thought to think of morning o's, like the ones we had just this morning.

My oldest daughter sent me a text message that woke me up about 6:00 a.m.! She's a fitness fanatic and felt compelled to text me, to be sure I knew she was up before dawn, beginning her workout regimen. Yes, she's in super shape, but that's an aside. She loves to send me text messages early in the morning, which doesn't work very well for me, a night owl.

Daddy was already eating breakfast, but when he saw that I was awake he came back to bed...not to sleep, though;).

I was looking at my laptop and answering a couple of e-mails.

"I want you to put up your laptop!"

"Okay!"

I knew what he had in mind by the tone of his voice.

I quickly hopped out of bed and put my laptop back on my desk, eager to get back to the pleasure I knew was awaiting me.

As soon as I got back in bed, Daddy pulled me close, with my breasts up against his chest and then he had me lay back and just like the man in the picture he began fingering my pussy.

I was close to having my first orgasm of the morning, but I was worried the little ones would wake up and burst in on us. I didn't say anything, but Daddy remembered that "little" detail and told me to stay right there and he'd go lock the doors.

When he came back he began licking my clit, bringing me to a such a strong orgasm that I bucked up and over until I was on top of Daddy and he was on the bottom. I rocked my clit against his mouth over and over again while he began stimulating my g-spot once again with his long fingers.

He began playfully spanking me with his hand, stoking my desire. Sensing that I was on the precipice, he flipped me back over and I was totally willing to oblige when he said,

"Cum for me, Kitty!"

As I came repeatedly, I tried to get away, but he held me in place, escape impossible. With each wave of pleasure, my desire for him to be inside me increased. I desperately grabbed his cock, noticing that with each wave of my pleasure, it became more engorged and very hard.

Now came Daddy's moment of desperation. He pulled my legs apart, lowering his body over me, ramming my pussy with his rock hard cock. I was so turned on by that point, that anything he did caused me to cum again and again.

The intensity built quickly. As Daddy neared his release, I knew he was going to have an incredibly strong climax because he began thrusting feverishly, pounding my g-spot and we both began riding a wave of ecstasy.

After his desire was spent, Daddy rolled off me, staring blankly into space, totally wasted. Like usual, I was very energetic and chatty. A song popped into my head from the musical, Oklahoma...

"Oh what a beautiful morning,
Oh what a beautiful day,
I've got a wonderful feeling,
Everything's going my way."

As I sat on the bed next to the still lifeless form of Daddy, I realized that my day was off to a wonderful start, thanks to my Morning O's. I felt like there was no limit to what I could accomplish on the ranch today!

Spanking...The Catalyst To Catharsis

2012-01-25T18:23:00.000-08:00

I still consider myself a spanking newbie. When I read about other women and how they've longed to be spanked their whole lives, how they even went so far as to fantasize about getting spanked as a child or as a teen then I really, really feel out of place.

Who am I, a woman that was never spanked in her whole adult life, that never even thought about getting spanked, until just recently, to write a spanking blog? I don't feel like I belong to this spanking fraternity. I would liken it to a big party going on, one that all the spankos are invited to. It is a black tie affair with all the men wearing tuxedos and the ladies are all attired in gorgeous evening gowns with not a hair out of place.

Somehow I got a last minute invitation, and yet, I show up wearing something from the local thrift shop, my hair disheveled, looking for all the world like something the cat drug in. I feel terribly embarrassed and wish I'd never come, and yet I'm longing to be accepted, just the way I am, disheveled hair and all.

What does this have to do with the topic of my post today?

Think of it as a big disclaimer. I'm not sure if I'll ever feel like I fit in with the spanking fraternity, but today I'm going to share about what a spanking does to me, in terms of my feelings and why I feel it gives me catharsis.

I'm going to dissect the feelings that were going on before, during, and after one particular spanking, a spanking milestone, if you will. It was the first time I had an orgasm from spanking alone. It was completely incredible and I'm sure I'll never forget it.

I remember that day like it was yesterday. I had hardly seen Daddy all day and I was so anxious to spend some alone time with him. There are certain times of the month that I'm just deliriously horny and that day was one of those times.

In the early morning, Daddy had promised me,

"Tonight, I'm going to spank you, Kitty! I want you to be thinking about it all day long, longing for it, getting ready for it in your head."

Daddy knows me so well. That was the perfect thing to say to me. I thought about being spanked, alright. I did think about it All Day Long! I thought about it when I was fixing the kids their meals, when we were walking all over the grounds of Airventure, when I took the boys swimming at the local YMCA. By the time supper was over and it was time to put the little ones to bed, I was so, so anxious for my spanking. I wanted it bad!

The anticipation was just killing me. At that point, I was obsessed with getting spanked and could think of nothing else.

When we were driving to find a deserted place I was so nervous, but not a bad nervous. Somehow, I knew something exciting was going to happen, but I wasn't sure exactly how Daddy was going to spank me. I'm a very impatient person and the waiting was interminable to me.

Since this was a "good girl" spanking, there was absolutely nothing to dread, whereas if it was for a punishment I'd be feeling so guilty and naughty that I would almost feel like crying from the very start because I can't stand to disappoint Daddy.

It felt so deliciously naughty to get undressed in a public place, even if we were in a car with tinted windows. It only added to my already heightened senses. I knew Daddy wanted to spank me and that was incredibly exciting to me. If Daddy didn't want to spank me, then I'm sure I wouldn't want him to. It's hard to explain, but the appeal of spanking, for me, is that Daddy wants to spank me.

The sound of his hand smacking my ass resonated clearly in the car. I love to hear the sound of Daddy spanking me. It makes me feel so desirable in his eyes.

"Stick your ass out further, Baby!"

I wanted to please Daddy so I did exactly as he instructed. I could feel myself getting really worked up. My body temperature always seems to go up when I get aroused.

I was feeling like a rag doll with Daddy in complete control of a very pliable me, wanting him to use me for his pleasure. Oh, just the thought of it, even now, is so HOT!

When he brought my legs up to spank me really hard over and over again, I was thinking how I loved getting spanked and I was marveling at how I didn't mind the pain. And, then, I KNEW that I was going to have an orgasm. I couldn't believe it and yet when it happened I forgot about not believing it and just let my body do what it wanted to, bringing me to a powerful ejaculation all over the floor (I'm so thankful Daddy never gets mad at me for being messy).

He ordered me to bend over the seat and he took me from behind. Oh, oh, oh, yes!

Afterward, when I was all dressed and sitting down, my bottom was so nicely sore. It didn't hurt bad, but it was just nicely warm and tingly.

I felt completely submissive to Daddy and the feelings of euphoria that washed over me lasted for hours, clear into the next day. When I feel like that I would do anything Daddy asks of me, even more so than usual. I've often wondered if what I feel at such times is what some people refer to as subspace. All I know is I feel completely unable to deny Daddy anything and I feel filled with ecstasy, the happiest I've ever been.

P.S. This is my fantasy car to get spanked in!

Daddy Teaches Kitty A Lesson...

2012-01-24T16:19:00.000-08:00

If there's one thing that Daddy hates, it's female drama. He absolutely can't stand gossip, backbiting, and "cat fights". I really try not to get drug into things like that because I end up getting all upset. If I'm upset, then I have this strange compulsion to tell Daddy all about it.

It wouldn't be so bad for him if I only talked about it once or twice, but I end up venting about it over and over and over again until it's all resolved in my mind. It's not that Daddy isn't sympathetic. He is! But, he wants me to just put the whole issue, whatever it is, out of my mind, and it's not always easy.

So, the last couple of days some drama has been going on in Facebook land. Two of my close friends are being lied about. I defended them and another lady is writing me rude messages, accusing me of talking about her (not true). I told Daddy about the whole situation and after reading all the messages, he forbid me to write back to the woman.

"Don't even write back to her. Just ignore the woman and once she realizes that you're not going to participate in her drama, she'll move on."

Even though it was difficult not to defend myself, I did exactly as Daddy instructed.

But, and this is a big but, no pun intended, I kept talking about the situation.

"Kitty, I want you to drop this subject. I don't intend to hear about this for days on end. It's over. Just drop it and let's move on with life. This woman means nothing to you. You don't even know her in real life. She's just some crazy psycho bitch."

"Alright, alright! I'll drop it."

A few minutes later, my good intentions shot all to heck, I was talking about the situation again. Poor Daddy!

Luckily for Daddy, he knows a thing or two about making me remember who is in charge.

"Get undressed and come to bed!"

He bent over me and began licking my clit, lifting my hips off the bed with his hands and spreading my pussy lips apart. At first I was so tense and I couldn't help thinking of the "rude" lady, but finally I got with the program.

I could hear Daddy lapping my juices. I was that wet and I did forget all about Facebook...so much so that I began quietly moaning. and since we'd forgotten a towel, I left a wet spot on my side of the bed when my orgasm started. Since he didn't want the sheets to get totally sopping wet....

"Come on, Baby! Go stand in the Jacuzzi."

I almost always gush when I have an orgasm, but last night it sounded like a waterfall, lol! I think all the tension had to be released somehow. Wow, what a release!

Daddy wasn't going to let me just have pleasure, though. When I was through running like a river, he helped me out of the Jacuzzi and then started spanking me with his hand, but he wasn't satisfied with the effect it was having on me.

Keeping me pulled close up against him, he backed into the closet and with his free hand he reached out and found the riding crop. I was nervous. It hurts and is so stingy.

SMACK!~It went right on my leg below my bottom. "Oww!"

SMACK!~SMACK!~SMACK!~SMACK!

"I think that's enough. It hurts!"

He didn't listen to me. It was at that point I realized that this wasn't a good girl spanking.

He kept smacking my butt and right in the crease between my leg and butt...over and over again. It was burning and I wanted it to be over. Finally, Daddy stopped when HE was ready to stop.

"Now, get on your knees and suck my cock!"

When I knelt down and reached for his cock it was already very hard. He pulled my hair and shoved his cock back and forth in my mouth.

"Suck it! ....yeah, just like that!"

Finally, he was ready to finish. He wanted me bent over the bed with my face down and my legs spread apart. He grabbed my hips gyrating back and forth bringing me to my release at the same time as his. My ass was so sore and it would burn like fire every time he would push deeper inside my pussy. I do love being taken like that!

"Daddy, I'm so sorry that I didn't obey you. That was a punishment spanking, wasn't it? It really hurt and I wanted you to stop, but you didn't. Have you forgiven me?"

"Yes, I was annoyed that you didn't obey me and kept going on and on about Facebook. Of course you're forgiven, Baby Girl! Now, let's go to sleep."

Afterward, Daddy held me right up against him and I fell asleep in his arms.

I've since received three more "nastygrams", but I'm feeling a lot better about everything today and strangely, not in the mood to talk about Facebook, lol! Yeah, I think that crop is a good deterrent to disobedience.

History of Daddy and Kitty...Part 30

2012-01-23T15:08:00.000-08:00

After Christmas Daddy and I went to the city where he was going to be working. I had a Dr.'s appointment with a pediatric cardiologist to check on my heart murmur (I'd been having to go for checkups for years). Happily for me, Dr. M. wasn't able to find any evidence of a heart murmur. He explained what had happened, but all I cared about was I didn't have to go for checkups anymore and I didn't have to worry about my heart.

To celebrate, Daddy took me to an extremely nice Italian restaurant, Mxxxxx. Afterward he took me on a surrey ride. It was so beautiful because all the Christmas lights were still up, with snow on the ground, making for a magical, winter wonderland.

I didn't want to go back to school, but I kept telling myself that there was just a few more months and then I'd be Mrs. Xxxx X. Xxxxxxx and we'd never have to be apart like this anymore.

Valentines' Day was coming up and I wondered what Daddy would do. He'd never sent me roses, even though he'd sent me flowers many times. I thought for sure he'd send me red roses for Valentine's Day. Instead, he didn't send me anything. I was so hurt. All my friends thought I'd be getting some beautiful flowers, and some of them came to my room to see the flowers they thought I'd be getting.

We talked on the phone that night. I told Daddy that I was hurt that he hadn't sent me red roses, but when he explained why he hadn't, I loved him more than ever. It turns out he was trying to protect my reputation.

"I wanted to send you a dozen, beautiful red roses, but I thought if a man sent a woman red roses it meant that they were lovers."

"You really thought that? I've never heard that before. I'm sure that's not true, but it does make me feel better. I thought you didn't even love me enough to send me roses."

The very next day I received a vase full of gorgeous scarlet red roses with green ferns and baby's breath. It was such a beautiful bouquet and I was so happy to get them. I made sure he knew I loved the roses. I still love to get roses!

I got to go home the weekend after Valentine's Day and it was so fun. Daddy took me shopping and he bought me a fine cotton batiste teddy with intricate lace insets. I was looking forward to wearing it when we were married. He bought me some other things, too.

This next part I had a couple of posts about here and also, here. I had no idea I'd be writing the History of Daddy and Kitty stories this long so I'm going to fill in some details that didn't get included. Also, I have quite a few more readers that might not have ever read those stories.

Here's what I wrote about it in my diary...

"Well, today I flew back from Xxxxxxxxxx with Daddy and he said now I was a member of the "mile-high" club. He said in flying magazines they have wings you get that say you're a member. Anyway, I still can't believe I'm a member."

It happened like this. We were flying along and I was telling Daddy that I didn't want to go back to school. I was so sad. The thought of being left behind, while he went back to where his new job was located at, was heartbreaking to me. We were twice as far away from each other as we'd been before.

Daddy knew I was starting to feel really bummed out and he determined to think of a way to cheer me up and make me feel better.

"Do you know what the Mile High Club is?"

I still didn't get a lot of the sexual innuendo that Daddy would use. Innocently, I answered,

"No, are you a member?"

"Not yet, but I'm going to be soon!" His smile let me know it was something naughty, but I couldn't figure out what it could be.

"What is it? Come on...tell me!"

And then he explained how some people had sex in an in-flight airplane at least a mile off the ground.

"How could we have sex and you still fly the airplane?"

"I'm sure I can manage. Do you trust me?"

"Yes, Daddy! I believe you can do anything that you say you're going to do."

"Take off your clothes, Kitty!"

I was nervous, but excited at the same time.

"Don't worry, Baby! Nobody is going to see you."

I took my clothes off and threw them in the back, but I was tense and Daddy could tell. He told me to lean over and let him kiss me. He began to give me deep French kisses and rubbing my body with his hands.

"Spread your legs apart and let me at your pussy!"

He began kissing my clit and it didn't take long to push me over the edge till I was screaming with pleasure.

***This next part is from the other blog post because I couldn't improve on what I'd already shared.***

You have to understand Daddy was still flying his plane during this whole escapade.  He told me I was going to have to climb on top of him if I wanted him to be inside of me filling me up with his cum. It was going to be awkward but I was definitely up for the challenge.

I was so turned on a fleet of fighter jets could've flown by and I wouldn't have even cared. He had me at the point of no return. I half-way stood on the passenger seat and turned around with my butt facing front. Then I lifted my right leg and quickly put it over Daddy's left thigh and sat down with Daddy's cock filling my pussy and my left leg on the side of his right thigh. My breasts were pressed up against Daddy's chest and one hand was fondling me and his other hand was flying his plane. Oh, it felt so incredibly good!

"Be still for a little bit while I adjust the trim, Baby!  Okay, good, now you can do what feels good. Ride me, Kitty!"

And I did:):):)! When we both had climaxed, I had to climb off of Daddy and quickly sit back down on the passenger seat. Luckily, Daddy had some tissues because cleanup was a necessity.  After I was dressed once again we rehashed how wonderful the sex in an airplane could be, lol!

"Wow, we did it! We were now members of the Mile High Club:)!!!!!"

Red Tales...

2012-01-22T09:51:00.000-08:00

Last night Daddy and I went to see the movie, Red Tails, which tells the story of the Tuskegee Airmen during World War II. According to Daddy,

"The Red Tails heroically protected the heavy bombers on their missions over Europe while at the same time crushing the racial stereotypes that were so common in the days before the Civil Rights movement.

They were called the Red Tails because they conspicuously painted the tails of their P-51 Mustangs bright red so that everyone would know who they were. The aerial combat scenes were among the best I've seen in any film."

Daddy has flown a P-51 and he says,

"Those planes are pure pussy to fly-the best fighter of that age! The sweet sound of those V12 engines always gives me a hard on."

Cuba Gooding, Jr. is one of the main actors in Red Tails. I've always liked his acting, having seen him in Jerry Maguire, Men of Honor, A Few Good Men, and others.

A while back I had the good fortune to meet Cuba in person. I asked him if I could have have my picture taken with him. I wasn't sure if he'd agree to it, and yet, he did. I stood next to him and to my surprise he wrapped his arm around me and made me feel like he was happy that I'd asked. He was really great! He had quite the entourage with him and I'm still amazed that he was so polite and down to earth.

The Tuskegee Airmen painted their tails red to show their pride in being the first "negro" flight squadron in the Army Air Corps.

Spankos the world over appreciate the value of a red tail and wear it with pride, albeit underneath their clothes while out and about.

Whenever I get a red tail I feel extremely loved and secure, wishing I could show the world that I am spanked by my Daddy. Maybe someday Daddy will decide to show me earning my stripes and getting my "red tail";)!

Naughty Schoolgirl

2012-01-20T23:36:00.000-08:00

The Dean had no idea what to do about one student. For three of the years she had been at the academy, she had been a model student. Quietly studying, learning her lessons well, never in trouble, and always polite and punctual. In any group, it is axiomatic that 10% of the individuals require 90% of the supervision. And THEN there was Kitty.

Few people appreciated the special burden that the Dean carried – at this private prep school, keeping the young men away from the young ladies was rather like trying to keep the sun from shining – or like trying to keep the morning dew off the grass – yet in spite of the difficult hand nature had dealt in this case, the RULES generally worked. The RULES were time tested, and had been used successfully at this esteemed institution for generations. But the rules presupposed a high degree of cooperation from the student body – and this gave the Dean pause.

In Kitty’s case, the indisputable facts were such that it was quite possible that she was actually a perfect, albeit mischievous angel. But the Dean’s instinct told him that there was more to the story. There was something, a twinkle in her eye perhaps. It was almost like she had a secret that she was keeping from him.

The dean also taught senior level physical sciences. This semester, the focus was on Newtonian Mechanics, the Physics of motion. The gravity of the subject was generally enough to suppress any mischief, yet there was Kitty, always on the front row, eyes twinkling, tossing her hair in that suggestive way (or was it just his imagination?). And the questions she asked – they all hinted of double entendre, or was THAT just his imagination also? Sometimes when he was lecturing, their eyes would meet, and she made him feel naked in front of the crowd. Often times he lost his train of thought completely.

After the third exam, he was grading papers in the now vacant classroom. Most of the students were off on an afternoon hike, which was a popular activity given the idyllic locale of the campus. The Dean had watched a small army of students march up the grassy knoll outside his classroom, and vanish into the woods. The afternoon sun slanted in through the windows – falling across the old fashioned desks. Suddenly with a feline stealth, she was there – standing before him.

Where had SHE come from? "Dean, could you help me with these friction problems?", She asked as she sat down beside him, a little too close for comfort. While he explained to her about static versus dynamic coefficients of friction, he couldn’t avoid noticing the scent of her perfume. His mind wandered, but he quickly called it back. He had spent his professional life at this institution. He was not going to let himself get drawn into this quagmire. He could feel her warmth radiating on him, or was it? He began to sweat. It dawned on him that they might very well be the only ones in the academic building – given the crowd he had seen walking up the hill moments earlier.

He looked at her to see if she had understood his explanation, and her deep blue-green eyes paralyzed him – there was that look again, so soft. She shook her head, her hair danced on her shoulders. She said something about the hike being so popular… then she carelessly dropped her pencil, and quickly her hands flashed into his lap, to catch the errant writing instrument. She brushed against a not so subtle lump in his pants – he sighed. She chuckled – Why Dean, what is THAT? She asked with a manufactured innocence.

He should have pushed her away, he should have feigned indignity, but he suddenly didn’t care. He didn’t consider the many years of service he had rendered, the retirement fund, his reputation. Her lips were so soft and full, her eyes were as intoxicating as her scent… She lowered her head into his lap, and nipped his throbbing cock through his slacks. He did NOT put up any resistance. For once he was glad that his office was at the end of such a long hallway. He gasped as her cool hands unzipped his slacks, reached into his boxers and grasped him. Then suddenly her hot mouth closed around him, her tongue skillfully teased him.

With a toss of her head, he felt his throbbing cock pressing against the back of her mouth, and then… incredibly... he felt it go farther in. Where did she learn such tricks? He thought. His resistance melted. She attacked her prize, he had not ever known such pleasure. His body stiffened, quivered, and exploded. She swallowed his load, with an audible gulp.

Nobody had come in… nobody need know what had happened. He was relieved. Now she stood up, bent over the desk suggestively and announced “Dean, you have a big problem… I know of a very naughty girl who has been flaunting the rules! I’ve heard rumors that she’s even been seen giving the Dean himself a blow job in the classroom. What are you going to do about her?”

He felt like an animal caught in a trap. Where could he go, what could he do? Here she stood, the same young lady who just a few moments before had swallowed him whole, her lips still puffy from the very act… now acting as if she were another person. This one indignant that such activity could even happen inside these hallowed halls. She put her hands down on a schooldesk, exposing her buttocks. “What are you going to do with this naughty schoolgirl, Mr. Dean? If she doesn’t get a punishment, she’s liable to do it again – and someday she WILL get caught, along with her lover."

That ass was so inviting. There, on the table next to her, was a pointer, such as he used when reviewing lesson notes on the chalkboard. Acting on impulse, he picked up the pointer, and smacked it sharply across her bottom. She jumped at the sharp pain. He said to her “Young lady, I’ve heard that you’ve been flaunting the rules… tell me the truth now!” She hesitated and the pointer smacked once again across her bare bottom.

“YES”, she said, “YES, I have been a bad girl!” Could it be that the swat had aroused her? “What can you do to remind me to never ignore the RULES?” He brought the pointer sharply across her bottom again, she jumped a bit.

“Do you understand why we have to have rules?”

"YES", she replied, but when she looked up into his eyes, her tear streaked face told a different story. She wanted him, NOW.

He wondered how this would all play out…

* Kitty is modeling as herself in this work of pure fiction.

Spanking the babysitter, an interview with Kitty and Daddy:

2012-01-19T17:32:00.000-08:00

Note to my readers: Today Sweet Surrender celebrates 100,000 page-views. Karl Friedrich Gauss, a longtime reader, was gracious enough to write the questions for this interview, in honor of this milestone. Thank you very much, Karl! If it weren't for your encouragement, I really don't think I would have stuck with blogging.

Kitty and Daddy, as you know I've been following your story for quite a while now and find it fascinating. It's one of the few documented cases that I'm aware of, in which a vanilla woman was converted to spanking. And what a successful conversion it's been.

To start things off, I'd like to go back to the very beginning of your relationship, when, as I understand it, Daddy was advertising for a babysitter for his children from a previous marriage, and you, Kitty were one of several young girls who applied for the job.

Kitty, what did you wear to the interview and what was your impression of Daddy from that first meeting? Did you see any of the other applicants? If so what did you think of them? Why did you want the job?

I wore blue shorts with a matching blue/white blouse and white Jelly shoes. I never saw any of the other girls. Actually, I’ve always been curious about what they looked like or if I knew any of them. I know there were about 30 girls that applied for the job. Regarding what I thought of Daddy, I thought he was so young to be the president of his own company and I also thought he was nice looking, but I didn't dwell on that. My parents wanted me to get a job to help pay for the tuition to my private boarding school.

Daddy, what were your impressions of Kitty on that first meeting? Did the possibility cross your mind that you might marry her some day? I think you said you asked your secretary for her opinion of the candidates. What did she say about Kitty? Was there another girl that you almost chose instead of Kitty?

My employees had been enjoying that day immensely. There had been a steady stream of young women stopping by the office. My office had a sliding glass door into the commons area, and the other guys would find excuses to walk past my office in a steady stream and ogle at the girls. The interviewee was sitting with her back to the glass door, so those walking by could stare without being observed. Compared to the others, Kitty was a tall cool drink of water… Her shorts and little top really showed off her long slender legs and nice curves. I’m not at all sure that I pondered marriage, but NO red blooded male could have looked upon such a fine young lady without at least briefly fantasizing about what she would look like with those cute shorts around her ankles, bent over the desk… The secretary, unaffected by hormones, told me what I wanted to hear anyway -- that Kitty was the "one" in her opinion. She thought that Kitty seemed the most responsible and sweet of the bunch. I wasn't about to argue this point, as she was downright hot compared to the #2 choice.

Daddy, moving ahead to when you visited Kitty at boarding school, that was a truly amazing story you told about how your smoke alarm woke you up at just the time when you needed to leave. Were there other synchronicities you could share that happened during your courtship of Kitty?

The smoke detector incident was rather providential, and second to that was the timing of how I lost my job. Being the CEO involved crazy hours and a punishing travel schedule – none of which would have been conducive to nurturing our relationship. Also most of my friends were against our relationship, and most of them worked with me at that old job. I’m sure that, had I stayed in that job, I would have had a hard time settling down with Kitty. I was only fired from ONE job in my entire life, and it was at that time that it happened.

Kitty, how did your classmates at boarding school feel about yours and Daddy's relationship? Were they jealous? Did they pester you for details? How much did you share? Did some of your classmates have steady boyfriends too, that came to visit them at the school?

Most were supportive, but I found out later that my roommate was jealous…she came right out and told me. They didn’t have to pester me. I was more than willing to share what a great guy Daddy was. I NEVER shared intimate details. It was a strict, religious school and I just didn’t feel comfortable sharing anything about sex. They knew already that he was always sending me flowers for any special occasion.

Two girls in my class had long distance relationships, also. The summer Daddy and I got married the other girls married their sweethearts and they are both still married, just like Daddy and I.

Kitty, flashing back to your pre-adolescent childhood, were there any experiences you had that might have pre-disposed you to an interest in spanking as an adult? You mentioned resenting being spanked in second grade at school and that your mother switched you on your legs once. Did you have any ambiguous feelings about these punishments at the time? Did you witness other children being spanked? If so, how did you feel about it?

No, I don’t ever remember getting spanked on my bottom. I really never thought about spankings. Regarding my spanking in second grade, it STILL upsets me to remember that day. I got spanked because the teacher, Mr. B., asked me what my mother had wanted on the phone. I told him it was none of his business. It wasn’t the most polite thing to say, but it really wasn’t his business and I don’t think I should have been spanked for it. I never witnessed other children getting spanked. In school, I heard a boy getting spanked with a wooden paddle with holes that hung in the principal’s office. I knew several boys that got spanked, but I never recall any girls getting spanked in school. I felt sorry for the boys and wished they didn’t have to get spanked.

Daddy, as the lifelong spanko in this relationship, can you trace your interest to any childhood incidents involving yourself or someone you knew? Did you spank any playmates and or girlfriends prior to Kitty? How about your first wife?

The first wife and I were very vanilla. She was a very liberated woman, and was always trying to “wear the pants” in our relationship. She was rather domineering and I spent most of that relationship playing defense – trying to keep from being thrown from the saddle. I’ve often wondered if it was all bluster on her part. It would have been a noble experiment to have tried dom’ing her – she might have liked it.

I was never really attracted to the docile, submissive sort of women – virtually all of my girlfriends never acted like they were into that. Kitty was the only woman I ever met who managed to be submissive without being a doormat.

Daddy, I find it amazing that as a spanko and as an engineer, you somehow missed out on being part of the great awakening of awareness that we were not alone, that happened in the mid 1990s through the Alt Sex Spanking newsgroup on USENET, and continued later on the web. Or did you participate in some of that?

I was a very early user of the web, but didn’t make much use of the usenet groups, other than rec.aviation. I tended to regard the web as primarily a technical resource for many years. For some time, AOL was the best ISP option in our area, connecting via a dial-up modem. Although I used AOL only as a portal, I remember that I was amused to see the embryonic seeds of social networking via the web that were present in AOL's framework. I distinctly remember thinking that the internet could "someday" turn into a great tool for people to facilitate getting laid! During that time, Kitty and I were not into spanking and so I wasn’t actively looking for info on that.

Daddy, while you were married to Kitty all those years that you were not spanking her, were you periodically considering raising the idea? If so, did you shelve it because you thought at the time she wouldn't go for it? How did you decide to eventually bring it up? How did you feel about the way that Kitty took to being spanked by you? In retrospect do you wish you'd brought it up earlier in your relationship?

The first few years of our marriage, I tried to be the modern man with Kitty, as I had in too many other relationships. This was a stormy and turbulent time for our relationship. Kitty was often moody, and I had a hot temper myself, but I usually masked my frustrations and kept it inside until the lid blew off the kettle – then we would have a fight. Finally another woman who somewhat knew us advised me to stand my ground against Kitty and to not let her push me around. This was a novel idea to me, but I tried it and to my surprise (and delight) it worked wonderfully. We suddenly got along much better, and our love life became even more passionate. Once during our first year of marriage, we were quarreling, Kitty was out of control, and I was losing my temper. I had the wild idea to just turn her over my knee and swat her bottom, just to let her know that I COULD do that if I CHOSE to. She wasn't at all pleased with this gesture, although as I recall it did pretty much bring the fight to an end that night. On the rare occasions where I thought about spanking her afterwards, I dismissed it as a silly idea. I have often wondered if a few more good spankings might have saved us a lot of quarreling in those early days.

Kitty, you've said that had you known then what you know now about what spanking is like for you, you'd have gotten down on your hands and knees and begged Daddy to spank you. Do you really think that you would have been receptive to the idea if he had brought it up earlier in your relationship? If so, how much earlier? How about if he had spanked you without even asking permission first, like that time he was trying to wait till you got married to have any more sex and you took off your clothes and shamelessly seduced him? That was a super hot story by the way.

I do think I would have begged Daddy to spank me if I would have known that you can have an orgasm from spanking alone, like I have. What woman wouldn’t want to have such an exciting experience? I wish he would have brought it up earlier because I had such a hot temper and if he would have taken me over his knee it would have taken some/all of the fight out of me, I think. Even now, if he threatens to spank me for losing my temper, it instantly makes me guarded in how I act. It reminds me that I’m supposed to obey Daddy, that I WANT to please him and not act like a brat.

Oh, my! I’m sure I deserved a spanking for what I did that day. It’s hard to imagine what I would have thought since I was only eighteen when that story took place.

Kitty, you've said your mother thinks she should have spanked you more often as a kid. Or switched, rather, you said she thought she should have switched you more. Why do you think she might have said that? Do you think she saw you as being too willful and headstrong as a teenager and as an adult?

I know exactly why she said that. I was very strong willed and would argue with her to get my way. The main things we would argue about would be my clothes. She was always trying to get me to dress more modestly…the age old struggle between mothers and daughters. When she was especially mad at me, she’d say, “I hope you have a daughter exactly like you are!”

Kitty, and what about Daddy's dad, why do you suppose he disapproved of you for his son? Do you think he thought you'd be insufficiently submissive? Or just too young?

He thought I was too young, I’m sure, but he also liked status and prestige and my family wasn’t from the right side of the tracks, according to him. And the worst thing, in his eyes, I was a Christian - he clearly took a dim view of religion. He probably didn’t think I was very submissive, either.

Kitty, your story of Kitty and Daddy has been hot stuff so far (up to episode 29, is it). Is there a time coming up in the story that you haven't gotten to yet when your life together starts to get mundane and boring? Or has the honeymoon never ended?

There were times where we weren’t as close. I’d be lying if I said that every day was a picnic. I don’t think I’d want to share every fight or argument we’ve ever had, beside I really don’t remember them, but we have always stayed close. Daddy really IS my best friend.

Kitty, when you were at university after you got married, how did you deal with flirtatious advances from guys on campus? Or could they tell you were unavailable? Did you confess to Daddy when you got home?

Hmmm, I didn’t really have a problem with that too much. I wore a wedding ring and there were plenty of single girls for guys to go after. I did have one guy ask me out that wouldn’t believe I was married. He thought I was too young to be married and he was mad, accusing me of lying to him when I told him that I wouldn’t go out with him. I actually had a worse problem with some of the professors. One of the professors wanted to take me to the Amazon rain forest. I told him I was married. He said, “That’s okay…I’m married, too!” He was such a flirt. At one time I took advanced biology from him and he invited me to his home and always said things with a double entendre. I pretended not to get it and always just acted all innocent. I didn’t want to make him mad and I wanted to get a good grade in the class…not by doing anything inappropriate, but because I’d earned it. I did end up with a very high A and I didn’t have to sleep with him to get it.

Kitty, Daddy, do you think you guys would ever go to a spanking party like Shadowlane hosts twice annually?

I suppose we MIGHT go to such a gathering, although I hadn’t really thought much about it. (Daddy)

Daddy, have you ever considered adding corner time to Kitty's punishment spankings?

I don’t think I could stand to see her sulking in the corner. I would probably feel compelled to “rescue” her.

Kitty, what do you like about blogging? What keeps you going on blogging when you have such a busy life, what with being a mother, homeschooling, and keeping up your torrid sex life?

I like to be able to share a part of my life that I would never share in real life with my friends. What keeps me blogging is the positive feedback and the many friends I’ve made. As far as my sex life, I don’t think it’s that torrid, lol!

Daddy, how do you feel about Kitty's blogging? Obviously it's a good creative outlet for her. Do you like her getting in touch with other people who think like you do about spanking? Any other upsides to Kitty's blogging?

I would say that her prurient posts have certainly heated up our love life. Now we are almost obligated to have a hot time every night, if for no other reason than to give her some good writing material. ;-)

Daddy, Kitty recently revealed that your father spanked your mother. That's amazing. Did you have any inkling that that was going on when you were growing up? What about now that you know, looking back, do you now see clues that you missed then?

It isn’t a foregone conclusion that this happened, but I would say it’s highly probable. It certainly makes sense. I never had a clue that this sort of thing was going on, growing up.

Kitty, Daddy had to wait till his parents died before he learned of their interest in spanking (as discussed in your recent post). What about your kids? Will you ever share that knowledge with them while you're still alive?

At this time, I’m not comfortable sharing that part of my life. I’ve never been one of these women that discusses her sex life with friends/family. I just don’t. I have had some discussions with my oldest daughter about sex in general, but never too detailed. As for whether I’d share about spanking, I really don’t know. A lot could happen and maybe someday I will share.

Note from Kitty: Daddy and I were the models for today's photos.

Night Owl Strapping...

2012-01-18T14:49:00.000-08:00

Of course, I'm always busy during the day, what with homeschooling my children, but usually my evenings are free, except for grading papers. Not this week. Monday evening I had a home school moms meeting, and last night I had another meeting to attend hosted by our pastor's wife. By the time I got home, after going to the grocery store after the meeting, it was about 10:00 p.m.

Now, to be totally honest, I'm a night owl. I'd much rather stay up late than get up early. It's a rare occurrence that I get to witness a sunrise and I'm perfectly okay with that. Sunsets are just as beautiful, in my not so humble opinion.

I was really wound up and wasn't a bit sleepy. I had hoped Daddy and I could watch a movie or something, emphasis on the 'or something'.

Unfortunately, it didn't work out the way I had it planned.

"I'm exhausted. I need to sleep. You can stay up, but don't stay up too late."

That's what I heard him say, but later I was to learn that I wasn't paying enough attention. I was looking at blogger and leaving comments on my favorite blogs. And, of course, no internet visit is complete without a visit to my friends on Facebook. I just had to find out the latest news, well, didn't I?!

Time was flying by and I didn't even realize it. It was 1:00 a.m. and I was still not sleepy at all so I kept writing and reading and pretty soon after sending a letter to a blogging friend I decided to go to bed. It was a little after 2:00 a.m. and I felt really sleepy.

I felt guilty because Daddy had told me not to stay up too late, but I wasn't going to tell him that I hadn't obeyed. I thought, what he doesn't know won't hurt him.

And then, I swear, I have the worst luck ever about deceiving Daddy. He woke up just as I was getting ready to get in bed. A verse from the Bible popped into my head.

"Be sure your sin will find you out."

"It's really late...why didn't you wake me up?!"

"You didn't tell me to wake you up!"

"Yes, I did. I told you to let me sleep a bit and then wake me up for sex, but I bet you had me tuned out. And, even if I hadn't told you to wake me up you're not supposed to stay up so late."

"Well, I'm tired now. I want to go to sleep."

I rolled over with my back facing Daddy, hoping he'd leave me alone. For once, I really did want to just go to sleep.

He started rubbing my ass. I determined I was going to show no emotion, but then he played his trump card. Oh, my, did he ever! He stuck his fingers inside of my vagina and began stroking my g-spot. I began writhing and moaning uncontrollably. I was mad that Daddy could play me like a fiddle, but I soon got over being angry. Soon, I became eager for his ministrations.

"Roll over, Kitty! I'll put a towel under you."

He did that because he knows when I have an orgasm I ejaculate and he didn't want the sheets to get all wet. I did as Daddy told me. He hit my g-spot with those very talented long fingers of his. I could feel myself getting wet as I came and then he was wiping me off.

"I'm sorry, Daddy! I'm sorry I disobeyed you." I had said a few other things, too, that I'd rather not share. Hey, I know I'm not perfect.

I didn't realize it, but Daddy was going to mess with my mind. He grabbed my legs and slid his hard cock into my pussy. He knows just how to move to maximize my pleasure and I was getting so excited.

"I want you to cum, Kitty!"

And then, when he knew I was just about to cum, he pulled out and told me to sit on the edge of the bed.

"What are you going to do?"

"I'm going to spank you! You deserve this and I don't want you to move. Stay right here."

I sat there, naked, on Daddy's side of the bed. He came back carrying the leather strap that he'd gotten from his father.

I knew then I shouldn't have messed with Daddy. He was ticked off at how I'd acted and me staying up till after 2:00 a.m. was the last straw.

He spanked me on one ass cheek....SMACK!

He spanked me on the other ass cheek...SMACK!

The worst of all, he spread my legs apart and spanked me really hard across my pussy...SMACK!

"Owwww!"

And then, he continued to spank me several more times on my ass cheeks...SMACK!, SMACK!, SMACK!

He then grabbed my head, pulling me toward himself,

"Suck it! Suck my cock!"

My pussy felt so tender and sore. It hurt! My bottom was sore, too and I was quietly moaning while I was sucking on Daddy's cock. I was inwardly cursing that Daddy had ever found that leather spanking implement of his father's.

"Lie down, Kitty!"

He plunged inside of me with his cock and when he was thrusting every time he'd thrust forward it hurt because I was so tender from being spanked on my pussy, and yet it started feeling good. I was feeling pain and pleasure at the same time.

"Can I come Daddy?"

"Yes, I want you to cum."

Afterward, in the orgasmic bliss we were both under, I asked Daddy,

"Daddy, have you forgiven me?"

"Yes, all is forgiven. Now, get a washcloth and clean me up and then get to bed!"

Kitty's Ramble...

2012-01-17T15:59:00.000-08:00

My post yesterday about the spanking implement that Daddy found at his parents old home has generated a lot of discussion. He wanted me to share a picture of it. It's made of leather, the paddle part is about 15 inches long, and there are tails that are about a foot long on the handle end. The paddle part is split at the end, so that it makes a loud pop when used.

Change of topic...

I haven't talked about my dreams lately. They are as prolific as usual. I will share one I had just the other day.

Dream~

Daddy and I were doing the deed, but our bed was in a different location in our bedroom. The bed was right by a doorway with the door wide open and we didn't seem to care or even notice that it was wide open. I was riding Daddy like a cowgirl and I remember it felt so good. Daddy was hollering out,

"Faster, Kitty! Faster, faster, come on, you can do it!"

I heard a slight noise, turned my head and walking toward us through the doorway was my oldest son, 22. He had no idea what his parents were doing and as soon as he saw us, he quickly turned away and shut the door that had been open. (Now, why in the world we'd be having sex with our bedroom door wide open is beyond me).

I didn't scream out in surprise or anything. (In real life this would be so uncharacteristic of me.) In my dream we just kept at it and finished up with a great finish, but then in one of those strange happenings that don't make any sense in the cold light of day, but make perfect sense in a dream, all of a sudden I was transported to a sterile looking white room with big windows tinted a dark color.

The room was very large and open. I was walking between two lines of men. I couldn't see any of their faces. They were all wearing black and the reason I knew they were men is each man had his penis sticking out of their pants and not just hanging, but with full on, rock hard erections. I walked to each one and was examining each one and marveling at how each one looked just a little different and it was quite fascinating. I enjoyed feeling and handling each and every one of those rock hard cocks. This was all in my dream, mind you.

Finally, one of the cocks was so appealing I knelt down and began to lick and suck the end and the man moaned with pleasure. (At that point I woke up.)

Like Father, Like Son...

2012-01-16T15:53:00.000-08:00

I've never mentioned Daddy's father before. I didn't have a good relationship with him, at first. He made it known early in our marriage that he thought Daddy had made a big mistake in marrying me. He basically told Daddy that he was thinking with his dick when he married me.

He was the type of man that what you did and how much money you made was what really mattered. Never mind that Daddy was happier than he'd ever been in his whole life. Since I didn't have a career that brought in beaucoup bucks, in his mind I was not good enough for Daddy.

Daddy reassured me over and over that he would never leave me just because of his father. It made me feel so good when he'd tell me that he loved me more than anybody and he wouldn't let his father dictate his personal life.

We were never what you would call, close, but he did warm up to me, over time. He was a very dominant person, also. I never was disrespectful to him, partly because of how I was raised and partly because he was a bit intimidating.

Years ago, when we were dating, I marveled at the revelation by Daddy that his parents had never had a fight, argument, or a disagreement as far as he knew. I just could hardly believe that.

"You never, ever heard them fighting or getting in an argument? Not ever?!"

"Never! I know it's kind of weird, but I guess they just get along really well. My mother always does what my father says."

"My parents get in arguments and I wish they wouldn't. That must be really nice to have your parents get along all the time. And, my mother does exactly what she pleases, pretty much."

As time went on and I got to know Daddy's parents. I always thought that my father-in-law was calm and laid back, but I learned that my mother-in-law could have a temper. My f-i-l would give her a look, or say some soothing comment.

Until last night, I would NEVER have suspected the reason for my f-i-l being able to calm my m-i-l down so quickly, not in a hundred million years.

My f-i-l passed away several years ago, but my m-i-l is still very much alive, but she lives in an assisted living . Their home has never been sold because my m-i-l never wanted to sell, but recently she decided to sell, and asked Daddy to go through some things in preparation to sell her home.

Last night, Daddy came in our home. I heard his footsteps, but I was getting some things organized. My back was facing him and I was slightly bent over, but I wasn't worried because the kids were around somewhere. When will I ever learn?

All of a sudden Daddy smacks me right on my bottom.

"Owww!"

Daddy was standing there holding a leather spanking implement with tails on one end and a wide leather paddle (about a foot long) at the other end.

"Where did you get that?!!!"

He was grinning like a Cheshire cat, and was going to tease me a little.

"Wouldn't you like to know!"

"Please, Daddy! Please tell me!"

"Alright, I'll tell you. I found it in my Dad's stuff!"

I was so shocked and speechless. I just couldn't believe it.

"Do you think your Dad spanked your Mom?"

"What else could it be for?"

Then he spanked me again with this leather paddle that belonged to his father. It was surreal. I felt very weird being spanked my a leather paddle used by my f-i-l to spank my m-i-l.

"That explains why they never argued or fought in front of you, Daddy. You did always say your mother always obeyed your father and how she was very submissive to him."

"That's true, but there's no way I'm going to ask Mother about getting spanked by Dad."

"That's so funny! I still can hardly believe it, but it must be true. Wow, just wow!!!"

It's been almost a day and I still am having a hard time believing it. I mean, I believe it, but how bizarre that Daddy spanks me and his father spanked his mother.

I looked for a picture of what it looked like, but couldn't find one. It's very good quality leather, but it does look like it was well used;). Daddy has already put it in his collection of spanking implements. Oh! My! Word! It's scary looking and it's nothing like I've ever seen.

It makes one wonder if spanking is passed on from one generation to the next. I have no idea if it's a scientifically sound theory, but I do know one thing...I better behave;)!

Spanked Before Church...

2012-01-15T16:18:00.000-08:00

In our home, you'd think if a bedroom door is shut, the kids would knock before entering. Think again! I've told them over and over again to knock first and wait to get permission before just barging on in. It's not just the little kids either.

One day, very recently, Daddy and I were alone in the Master Bedroom. He was sitting in his recliner reading his ipad and I was getting ready to change into my workout clothes. I walked up to Daddy and he was just getting ready to stick his face in my crotch (I had no panties on) when our 19 year old daughter bursts into the room, with no warning at all! Fortunately, I had a robe on that blocked her view and I quickly whirled around, telling her that she needed to knock, get permission to enter, and then walk on in.

Daddy didn't say anything, but he winked at me.

"Alright, alright! I just need to borrow a pair of sweatpants."

She was totally blase about the whole thing and yet, I always knock on her door like a polite Mother should. I knew she'd just blown me off and I was proved right. Just this afternoon, she walked in on me searching for pics for this blog post.

She proceeds to lecture me...don't you just love it when your children act like they're the parents, lol?!

"Mother, what are you looking at?"

I'm serious, those are the exact words she used!

"Uh..."

Quickly trying to think of something clever and witty to say, I end up with,

"I'm just looking something up."

When our family was getting ready for church, I had shut the bedroom door, forgetting to lock it.

I have a lingerie chest that's right near the door and once again, I was undressed. I didn't even have on a robe because I'd just had a shower, still had a towel wrapped around my wet hair, and I'd just put on a lacy pair of panties. The door flew open and I grabbed my breasts to cover up.

"Stay out!"

I thought it was one of the boys. If it was one of the girls, I wouldn't have cared at all, but it turns out it was Daddy.

"It's just me...perfect timing on my part. Mmmmmm, I wish I could just bend you over the bed and have my wicked way with you."

Ever ready to play the Devil's advocate, I said,

"Why couldn't you?"

"Go lock the doors. I think I will!"

When I got back to where he was standing he'd undid his pants and I pulled his underwear down, kneeled down by his feet and began sucking on his already hard cock. It didn't take long for him to decide he wanted to be inside of me.

"Bend over the bed, Baby!"

I had not been stimulated physically, but I was very aroused from sucking Daddy's extremely hard cock. I knew it was going to feel wonderful sliding in and out of my wet, slippery, vagina.

He grabbed my ass and slid his cock down my ass and down to my vagina, trying to slide it in. It didn't go in right away at the angle he had me. I stood up on my toes to give me extra height and he was able to push his cock right in, at a very wicked angle.

Oh, my, it felt so incredibly good!

He began thrusting, giving more strength to this thrusts and every time he'd thrust forward I'd slide forward on the comforter trying with my hands to try and stay still, and finally he realized my predicament and he gripped my ass very tight and the sensations were so strong. It hurt, yes, but it hurt so, so good.

"Daddy, I wanted this to be all about you, but it feels so exquisite."

"I want you to cum, Kitty!"

So, I did;)!

He kept thrusting and my orgasm that had receded began to build again to a fever pitch, about to push me over the edge and this time we both came together.

And, then, to my shock, because we were not too far away from the door, he began spanking me over and over and it felt so beautiful and I was overwhelmed with the pleasant sensations.

Usually, it's a stressful time getting ready for church, making sure the younger ones are dressed appropriately, but this time I was all relaxed and I must say, church was the best it's been in a long time;).

Pussy Spanked For The First Time...

2012-01-14T15:14:00.000-08:00

When I say yesterday was a wild day I'm being very truthful. In fact, I felt like I was in Africa on a wild animal Safari. Of course, Fridays are always crazy because, in addition to the usual homeschooling, I clean our home (with the kids help), but so many freaky things happened that I even wrote a status update on Facebook about it.

Our female pug (AKC registered), in heat, got loose and ran off with our other dog ( a Heinz 57 breed), a male, that is much bigger than she is....sigh. We tried to chase her, but the bigger dog corralled her into the woods and we didn't see them for several hours. The female wouldn't come when we called. She's such a little slut;). I sent the older boys out to look for her and they finally gave up.

Two of our boys got in a fight...literally. They are teens and I told them to stop, but did they listen to me? No, of course not. They were acting like wild animals. I tried to break up the fight, but one of them accidentally kicked me in the process. Time for the big gun, I called Daddy and put him on speaker. They stopped fighting right away.

They did NOT want their father to have to come home because he threatened them if they didn't instantly obey me he'd confiscate something near and dear to their hearts, x-box and other items of similar value. What's funny, as in ironic, those boys usually never fight. They are a little over two years apart and they are really close and always have been. They might quibble or fuss, but it's very rare for them to actually physically fight.

Then, later, while I was cleaning the Master Bathroom, the youngest put a sponge in his mouth that I had just been using to clean the lavatories. I had rinsed it, thankfully, but still...yuck! I quickly washed out his mouth and had one of his big brothers get him a small cup of milk to drink. He's fine and is just as mischievous as ever.

To top it off, I had made homemade pancakes for breakfast and my pancake griddle was on the counter top (it makes 9 good sized pancakes at once). One of the boys dropped it and broke the hard plastic casing surrounding the griddle. Not a huge deal, but just one more thing to add to the list. Now, I'll have to buy another big griddle, or cook over an open fire. I wish someone would make one that's more sturdy. I've lost track of how many we've gone through.

After I had posted on Facebook about what a tough day I was having one of my friends reminded me,

"Don't forget it's Friday the 13th!..."

Oh my - It was a freaky Friday all the way around and maybe that explains what happened later that night.

"Turn off the lights and when you get back we can snuggle."

We were snuggling with my head resting on his chest. The moon was very bright last night and even though we had all the lights off we could see quite well, still. Daddy was talking and then he got very still. I knew he had fallen asleep, but almost instantly he jerked awake.

"I could go to sleep, but what I want is for you to suck my cock. Go down on me, Baby girl!

Well, let me tell you, I didn't waste any time burrowing under the sheet and comforter to find Daddy's cock.

Usually Daddy is very quiet, but last night he kept moaning and giving groans of pleasure. It was seriously a turn on for me and it made me even more anxious to keep doing a great job of giving him cock worship.

All of a sudden Daddy told me,

"Sit on my face. I want to eat your pussy!"

Daddy started eating out my pussy and I was getting so excited that I forgot about taking care of him, but he didn't seem to mind. He flipped me over and began kissing my clit and sucking and licking at my juices. I came so hard and totally forgot I'm supposed to be quiet.

"Shhh...."

I was moaning still and Daddy covered my mouth with his hand, but with his other hand he had his fingers inside of my pussy, stroking my g-spot and I could feel myself about to really come and then out of the blue, I remembered reading about pussy spankings on Florida Dom's blog.

"Daddy, please spank my pussy!"

"What? You want me to what?!"

"I read about it on Florida Dom's blog. Some women said they really liked it. I was wondering what it would feel like and if I'd like it. Please?"

The whole time we'd been talking he had kept his fingers stimulating my g-spot with one hand and once he figured out what I wanted he started spanking my pussy with his other hand at the same time, quite fast. It was such a different sensation. Every time he spanked my pussy it hit my clit and the combination of clit stimulation and g-spot stimulation together pushed me over the edge once again and I got too loud all over again. This time Daddy shoved a pillow over my face, while telling me,

"Don't be so loud!"

He removed the pillow and stuck his cock in my mouth while I was moaning and so I was sucking and moaning at the same time waiting for my orgasm to die down. Daddy wasn't finished with me yet, of course.

He pulled out of my mouth, grabbing my legs and raising them high while he shoved his cock inside of my pussy.

He began to thrust fast and furious. I was getting so excited, but I didn't want to come yet. I forced myself to wait for Daddy. He grabbed my face, kissing me in a deep passionate kiss. And then, he began thrusting so fast it was crazy. He was like a wild cat and then while he was still inside of me he sat up and gave a low roar like a male lion! I could tell he was very satisfied.

I looked at the clock, it was 11:58. I realized I'd spent my whole Friday the 13th in the jungle, but the best part of the Safari came at the end;)!

History of Daddy and Kitty...Part 29

2012-01-12T16:04:00.000-08:00

Now that I was engaged to Daddy, our values became more important and yet, for the first time in my life, I didn't care what I did. I wanted to live a little and do exactly what I wanted to without the strictures of my church breathing down my neck.

I went to a very conservative, Christian school, but it was more out of convenience at this point. I didn't want to change schools my senior year. The education was first-rate. All four years of high school I had taken a science and a math class plus the required core classes so I knew I was going to be attending university.

As I talked in an earlier post, I was really drifting as far as religion was concerned. I was ambivalent and to my complete surprise, Daddy began reading the Bible and not just reading it, but studying it. A lot!

He read the Bible all the way through in just a few weeks. I had never done that and I'd been going to church my whole life. He also went to the pastor of our local church and requested to be baptized. I knew he was reading his Bible, but I didn't realize how much he had been reading it. And, for sure, I didn't know that he'd gone to my pastor.

When I went home for my Christmas break, he sprung the news on me,

"Guess what?"

"What?"

I had no idea what he was going to tell me.

"I'm going to be baptized this weekend at your church!"

"What?! I didn't even know you were studying to be baptized! That's great!

I forced myself to sound and act happy. He fell for it hook, line, and sinker.

"I wanted to surprise you."

He had definitely succeeded. I was so, so surprised, but I was upset, too. That explained why his kisses went just so far, but no further. I was mad! I didn't want him to get all religious. It was alright if he got baptized, as long as he stayed the same person and didn't try to close Pandora's Box on the joys of sex.

It had been weeks since we'd had sex and I was extremely horny. I was full of lust towards him and the smell of his breath and his skin was driving me wild, but it was like he was immune to my charms.

Daddy got baptized and that afternoon, after there had been a fellowship dinner at our church, he made the mistake of underestimating my desire to get him into my panties. I had no shame.

He had been talking to me about how we were going to stop having sex until we were married. I had agreed out loud, but in my heart I was having none of it. I was determined to tempt him with the pleasures that the flesh doth surely hold.

Because he wanted to change clothes, he needed to go to his home and of course, I jumped at my opportunity.

"Daddy, can I go with you?"

There was a long pause and I knew he wanted me to go with him, but he was afraid of being alone with me.

"Okay, but I'm just going to change clothes and then we'll go right back to your parents house."

"Alright!"

And then I gave him such a sweet, innocent smile. I was sure he would give in to me, if I could just get him alone.

Daddy opened the door for me and then he told me to relax while he went to change clothes. I'm sure he had every intention of NOT having sex, but I was just as determined that he would.

While he was gone to his room, I quickly undressed and when he came to find me, I sprung my trap...

I walked toward him and wrapped my arms around him, pulling him toward me.

"I want you, Daddy! Don't you want me, too?"

"Yes, I want you, but we shouldn't do this. I just got baptized."

I started kissing him and rubbing my breasts up against his body. I saw him looking at me and I could tell the temptation was extremely difficult.

I felt guilty, but not guilty enough to stop my seduction. I wanted him so bad. I played my trump card. I turned around and rubbed my ass against his cock through his pants.

I knew he wouldn't be able to resist looking at my ass and then he'd touch me and then...

It worked.

"Oh, the hell with it! I can't resist you!"

"Do I look fat in this?"...

2012-01-11T16:09:00.000-08:00

Yesterday, I got brave and posted a picture of me with a yardstick across my ass to show how Daddy spanks me.

One of the comments regarding my post was this...

"Yesterday, I showed the artistic side of spanking" Yes! Why not continue?? Honestly, Kitty, that picture of yourself is really like a punch in the observer's eyes!! Those pijamas you are wearing...their colour and form...uh, were you trying to let us think you are a fatty? Well, bad try, I am not buying it and I encourage to choose a better lingerie next time. Not saying we expect you naked, but why trying to look worse than you are?? Just saying, gal, and no offence meant. All is wrong there is the underpants you chose.

At first, I was offended. I reread the comment and realized he was not saying I was fat, but that my panties made me look fat. Is there a difference, lol?

My first thought when I read the comment is I must be fat, but then I rationally thought about my measurements and the clothes I wear and thought okay, maybe the picture makes me look fat.

It made me recall my insecurity when I was in high school. I was the same height, of course...5 ft, 9 in. and I only weighed 125 pounds. At one time I got up to 135 pounds, but lost ten pounds over the summer. When I came back to school my sophomore year, a good male friend reinforced that I needed to stay slim.

"Hey, Kitty! You look great! I can tell you lost weight over the summer...MMMmmmMMM, you sure look good in those jeans!"

I stayed that same weight for years...in fact, at one time I got down to 117 pounds when I was getting into modeling, but then one of the photographers told me that my thighs were too fat and if I wanted to get more work I'd have to lose about five to ten more pounds.

At that point, I was disgusted and couldn't take the constant starving myself. I was already hungry all the time and this guy wanted me to lose even more. I quit that very day and told myself that I didn't want to be that skinny if that's what it took to get into modeling.

I used to be so jealous of girls that could wear Levi's jeans. Looking back, the only girls that looked good in those jeans had flat butts, but at the time, I wanted to have a skinny butt so I could be like this ideal I had in my head and be like the models for a popular magazine for teen girls, Seventeen.

When I met Daddy I was genuinely shocked when he first made a remark about my ass. I couldn't believe that he really liked it and didn't mind that I wasn't super skinny and that I had curves.

It took awhile, but eventually I learned that I didn't have to be a stick to be attractive. I'm thankful that Daddy has NEVER acted like how I look has anything to do with why he loves me. In fact, he's told me before,

"My love for you is NOT dependent on what you look like. I'd be lying if I said I didn't love your body, but I'd still love you no matter how you looked."

It's very freeing to be accepted for how I look, no matter what.

I do work out and watch my weight, but now it's for my health and not because I think I have to fit some stupid, ideal mold.

Kitty

P.S. Pandora Blake talks and shows a picture about how an editor took a picture of an already beautiful woman and put tracing paper over it and marked with red pen all the improvements that were "needed" before the woman's picture could be put into the magazine, Zoo.

Anatomy Of A Spanking...Part 2

2012-01-10T16:39:00.000-08:00

Yesterday, I showed the artistic side of spanking, but today I'm giving a personal analysis of two spankings I recently got.

Daddy has been giving me maintenance spankings and "just because" spankings because he says I don't give him enough reasons to spank me for being naughty.

Anyway, over the weekend I had a "just because" spanking. He used his wooden yardstick (that's a candid shot he took of me up above).

Today, I received a maintenance spanking and a punishment spanking combined. It's what I've referred to in the past as a paintenance spanking.

In this particular case I was being punished for spending too much time on my laptop this past Sunday. Basically, I was quite lazy in the morning and didn't accomplish anything except messing around on the internet.

Not that I look that young, but her expression seems to say what I was feeling earlier...I was upset with myself and felt horrible that Daddy was disappointed in me. I hate it when he disapproves of my actions, too. To me, that's actually almost worse than a spanking.

So, this morning before Daddy left for the office he told me to come to the closet, the most secluded area of our home and pretty soundproof. He reached for my Christmas present...Ha! He keeps it on his side of the closet and it wasn't in the place it usually is.

"Did you take the riding crop?"

"No. Why would I take it?"

"I hope one of the kids didn't find it!"

"I doubt it...you probably put it somewhere else."

All this time, while we were talking, he was looking and he found it on one of his shelves, quite out of sight. I figured he'd put it in "the wrong spot". I'm not saying anything about him that he doesn't already say about himself. It's not because of his age, either. He's always been like this. When I first met him his hair was disheveled and he looked for all the world like a very young absent minded professor.

One day I was helping him at the office before a big trade show that was coming up. Daddy told me,

"I want you to follow me around and keep track of where I put things and then later, when I need an item, your job is to remember where I put it and find it for me."

He was dead serious and that's what I did for the rest of the afternoon.

Anyway, I digressed...back to the story.

Daddy began lecturing me...

"I want you to NOT live your life on the computer. It's okay to spend some time on it each day, but not to the exclusion of taking care of the children and the home, etc., etc., etc.,)

By the time he's ready to give me the spanking I'm so ashamed and feel so bad. I just want to get spanked and have him tell me he loves me.

He had me bend over and hold on to a bar in our closet and spanked me quite a few times, enough that I kept moving to get away and then he'd push me back into position.

It stung so much and I wanted it to be over. I was very fortunate it was not a long spanking. And then, my favorite part...

Daddy pulls me up and into his arms and hugs, kisses and tells me he loves me and then begins rubbing and rubbing my ass....happy sigh from Kitty:)! That is true bliss!!!

Anatomy Of A Spanking...Part 1

2012-01-09T13:59:00.000-08:00

Just to be sure everyone knows what the word anatomy means, I've included the definition from Merriam-Webster below, emphasis in bold provided by me.

anatomy

: a branch of morphology that deals with the structure of organisms

: a treatise on anatomical science or art

: the art of separating the parts of an organism in order to ascertain their position, relations, structure, and function : dissection

obsolete: a body dissected or to be dissected

: structural makeup especially of an organism or any of its parts

: a separating or dividing into parts for detailed examination : analysis

a (1): skeleton (2): mummy b: the human body

For the purposes of this post I'll be using #2, a treatise on anatomical science or art.

As a spanking newbie I've been impressed that spanking is not an exact science, but really it's more of an art. A bare bottom is like a palette with no color. The spanker doesn't stop until the hues are just what he or she wants. Is that not art? Below, for your viewing pleasure, is spanking art.

Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, of course, but I'd love it if you'd take the time to tell me your favorite or favorites from the pictures above. I can't pick just one. I like them all, but I especially like #1, #3, and #6. There are no right or wrong answers. Don't be shy!

Pa Comes First...

2012-01-06T22:27:00.000-08:00

Since I've been more conscious of surrendering to Daddy and being more submissive, whenever I see a movie or read a book I'm alert to undertones or blatant submissiveness, whereas before I never even paid attention to such details, except to scoff at women that would submit to a man.

For those that read Sweet Surrender regularly you probably know that I homeschool. This school year, I'm using a program that utilizes a set of books by Laura Ingalls Wilder, The Little House series. These books make American pioneer history come alive for children. I'm sure many of you have read this series yourself in grade school.

Today, while teaching one of my children, I was reading aloud from The Long Winter. On page 181 the whole family is anxious to have a treat, oyster soup for Christmas dinner.

"Hurrah for Santa Claus!" Pa sang out. "The old fellow made it in, if the train didn't!"

They all sat down at their places, and Ma gently held back Grace's hands. "Pa opens his first, Grace," she said.

I've read the Little House Books many times and I never had that part jump out at me before. I was so impressed with Ma unselfishly honoring Pa, even above the children.  In our home, we always let the children open presents first and then Daddy and I open our presents at the very last, but as I reread this series I'm reminded many times over that the whole household is submissive to Pa.

It makes me wonder if Pa ever spanked Ma!

In our culture today, submission is regarded as a negative among most people. And yet, Ma is always portrayed by Laura as being very content and she often mentions her gentle smile, which seems to say she was a happy woman.

This morning, I was awakened just before dawn by Daddy.   He pulled me close to him and it became immediately obvious what he had in mind.    As I have said before, I sleep with no panties on as an act of submission to Daddy, and as my bare bottom spooned against him, it was clear that something had come between us.

His hands began roaming over my body under the covers, spreading my legs apart. It wasn't long before I was moaning and writhing in pleasure.   All of this time not a word was spoken between us.

"I've got to have my Pussy NOW, Kitty!"

He grabbed my legs, spreading them apart and was above me in an instant, pausing only briefly to move me on the bed to the position he wanted.   I was even more aroused by his muscular shoulders and arms as his body surrounded mine.   This made me very wet with anticipation. I gasped with pleasure as his throbbing cock plunged deep into my body.   I pressed my hands against his broad chest and rubbed as he pounded me.

I love being underneath Daddy in this submissive position. At times like this I'm glad that Daddy works out and has the endurance to satisfy me. Eventually his thrusting became extremely urgent and then he lifted my upper body up off the bed as I felt his shuddering release. As he held me tightly and his body relaxed, I felt so close to him.

After a few minutes he rolled off me and collapsed on the bed beside me, obviously in a euphoric state. He relaxed completely as I went to the bathroom and returned with a warm washcloth to clean him off.

I can't help but feel submissive to him, both in and out of the bedroom. He is my Master and I love it!