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ouch and yummy all at once! hecallsmekitten: secretdaddy: yourbadgrrl: “But YBG—you so loved one clothespin down there…surely two will be twice as good?” he smirked at her. It wasn’t as if she could stop him anyway… Ha! Two….just two? That’s right, ya’ll ain’t seen Daddy’s vid of Kitten last night :) Mine were in a slightly different configuration… -Kitten

ouch and yummy all at once!

hecallsmekitten:

secretdaddy:

yourbadgrrl:

“But YBG—you so loved one clothespin down there…surely two will be twice as good?” he smirked at her. It wasn’t as if she could stop him anyway…

Ha! Two….just two? That’s right, ya’ll ain’t seen Daddy’s vid of Kitten last night :)

Mine were in a slightly different configuration… -Kitten

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housewifeswag: i-will-call-you-sir: This is not about pain.  It is not about fear.  It is about being submissive. Being a submissive is not synonymous with being into pain.  I don’t want to be hurt or frightened.  I want to be possessed; to belong to him.  Whether I am bound, collared, or snuggled up beside him, I want his love.  It is not a power play, it is simply how I feel loved. this.

housewifeswag:

i-will-call-you-sir:

This is not about pain.  It is not about fear.  It is about being submissive.

Being a submissive is not synonymous with being into pain.  I don’t want to be hurt or frightened.  I want to be possessed; to belong to him.  Whether I am bound, collared, or snuggled up beside him, I want his love.  It is not a power play, it is simply how I feel loved.

this.

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As she sat there in position she reflects back to the time that he first came home. She knew he would see and there would be consequences but she just could bring herself to do it. She stares out the window knowing he told her not to move and hearing him behind her preparing for what comes next. She thinks of ways to try to talk him out of it, change his mind of how naughty she was. “I knew I should have done it before he came home” she murmurs to herself, realizing she said out loud. “Excuse me?” comes from behind her. She hears footsteps getting closer. “Sorry Sir” she whispers. “Is this a game to you little one? Do you need me to mark that ass again to show you how serious I take this?” “No Sir” she whimpers. Bending to her ear he allows her to wait for him to come to a decision for what seems to her like an eternity. Sweat breaks out all over her body, and she just can’t understand it but as nervous as she is she still gets wetter by the second. “What did I tell you this morning when I left the house little one?” Thinking back to this morning she remembers how he woke her making love so sweetly, yet so forcefully at the same time. He loved her slow and steady, but didn’t allow her to move an inch as he thrust into her open and willing body. She thought of how easily he controlled her and set her free at the same time.   Leaving for work, he kissed her and looked directly in her eyes saying “When I get home tonight I expect you to be waiting in position. You know about what time I will be here.” Maybe in the back of her mind then she knew she would disobey him. It was such an easy order, how could she not have done it if not intentionally. Lost in thought Sir stands waiting for her to come to his conclusion. He knows without a doubt she needs what he will do to her tonight more than she needs anything. It’s like food and air to her, a need that if unsatisfied would cause her to whither and fade. “Little one do I like repeating myself?” pulled her from her thoughts.  “No Sir, you don’t” she whispers as she feels her insides quiver and her pussy clench. He stands waiting, as she tries for an acceptable answer but finds none. “You told me to be in position Sir, and I disobeyed you.” “Why did you disobey me little one? Do you have an answer that makes this punishment undeserved?” Finally she accepts the thing he already knows about her. She needs him to use the crop still in his hand as a means of escape. It goes against ever law of nature for her to, but need it she does. She suddenly feels her juices running down her leg at the thought of watching him lift and swing that extension of himself. She looks into his eyes with tears “Sir, I don’t know why but I needed you to mark me tonight” Suddenly she can feel his pride flow to her with the look on his face, and a deep sense of peace envelopes her. “Ah little one, you need to be marked just as I need to mark. You are the dancer as I am the tune, my love. Just because we dance to different music doesn’t make it any less beautiful. You, little one, are a passionate red in a world of white. No one has to understand our art but you and I.” ~spanked sub dreams

As she sat there in position she reflects back to the time that he first came home. She knew he would see and there would be consequences but she just could bring herself to do it. She stares out the window knowing he told her not to move and hearing him behind her preparing for what comes next. She thinks of ways to try to talk him out of it, change his mind of how naughty she was. “I knew I should have done it before he came home” she murmurs to herself, realizing she said out loud.
“Excuse me?” comes from behind her. She hears footsteps getting closer.
“Sorry Sir” she whispers.
“Is this a game to you little one? Do you need me to mark that ass again to show you how serious I take this?”
“No Sir” she whimpers.
Bending to her ear he allows her to wait for him to come to a decision for what seems to her like an eternity. Sweat breaks out all over her body, and she just can’t understand it but as nervous as she is she still gets wetter by the second. “What did I tell you this morning when I left the house little one?”
Thinking back to this morning she remembers how he woke her making love so sweetly, yet so forcefully at the same time. He loved her slow and steady, but didn’t allow her to move an inch as he thrust into her open and willing body. She thought of how easily he controlled her and set her free at the same time.   Leaving for work, he kissed her and looked directly in her eyes saying “When I get home tonight I expect you to be waiting in position. You know about what time I will be here.” Maybe in the back of her mind then she knew she would disobey him. It was such an easy order, how could she not have done it if not intentionally. Lost in thought Sir stands waiting for her to come to his conclusion. He knows without a doubt she needs what he will do to her tonight more than she needs anything. It’s like food and air to her, a need that if unsatisfied would cause her to whither and fade.
“Little one do I like repeating myself?” pulled her from her thoughts. 
“No Sir, you don’t” she whispers as she feels her insides quiver and her pussy clench. He stands waiting, as she tries for an acceptable answer but finds none. “You told me to be in position Sir, and I disobeyed you.”
“Why did you disobey me little one? Do you have an answer that makes this punishment undeserved?”
Finally she accepts the thing he already knows about her. She needs him to use the crop still in his hand as a means of escape. It goes against ever law of nature for her to, but need it she does. She suddenly feels her juices running down her leg at the thought of watching him lift and swing that extension of himself. She looks into his eyes with tears “Sir, I don’t know why but I needed you to mark me tonight” Suddenly she can feel his pride flow to her with the look on his face, and a deep sense of peace envelopes her.
“Ah little one, you need to be marked just as I need to mark. You are the dancer as I am the tune, my love. Just because we dance to different music doesn’t make it any less beautiful. You, little one, are a passionate red in a world of white. No one has to understand our art but you and I.”

~spanked sub dreams