I Knew What She Needed #BDSM

By | October 1, 2014

Yesterday was another long day that carried over from a hectic Monday and will continue into tomorrow. Tuesday was a day spent with a half day at work trying to cram as much into as little time as possible. Then heading off to meet with my sister for her chemo treatment and the appointment with her Dr. Then I got to play in the aftermath of a rain shower heading home being splashed by uncaring drivers and having a garbage scow (Garbage truck) cut me off and spray me with the water kicked up from it’s wheels.

When I pulled into home and parked the bike it was a wonderful feeling.

Even better was when I walked in the door and got to hug and kiss my babygirl.

Dinner was pleasant with talk of the day, afterwards it was a phone call to my dad to fill him in on the events of the day and what had transpired with my sister to keep him up to date. While we talked Kayla brought me my evening coffee, here I was having a strong discussion with my dad about my sisters care and my girl kneeling before me looking up at me with those delicious chocolate brown  eyes made me want to melt.

Finally we said our goodbyes and I made my way downstairs, my girl and a freshly baked brownie awaited me. My babygirl, a brownie, and watching the Daily Show capped off the evening. I announced it was time to turn in and we headed upstairs.

This evening being no different then any others we lay in bed reading, something we both enjoy to do and a way for me to unwind from the day. Kayla settled in herself and began going through her phone, the one difference…she talked…and while that is not in and of itself unusual she went form one thought to the next with barely catching her breath. At one point she even stated she was so wound up she didn’t think she could go to sleep if she tried.

I knew what was going on, her mind was spinning a million miles a minute, when she has had one of those busy days and she has an idea pop into her head it spins, it swirls, and it grows. That in and of itself is not a bad thing. The problem comes when she can’t put it aside.

I lowered my Kindle and told her to look at me.
With a growl I told her to remove her shorts.
“Yes Daddy” as she moved to comply.

While she was doing that I moved the pillows so I was sitting up against the head board.  I waited for her to finish removing her shorts and when she did see looked at me with those soft brown eyes once more.

“Over my lap babygirl.”

She moved to follow my order and once there I positioned her which left her ass in the perfect spot for me. My hand grabbed a check, holding on firmly, squeezing, digging my fingers into her supple flesh. I repeated the same on her other cheek then giving them each several hard swats.

Once warmed up I told her to start counting.

My hand lifted and fell with a hard thwack on her ass “One, thank you Daddy.”

My hand fell once more on the other check, “Two, thank you Daddy.”

A number of more fell upon her ass and her skin began to warm along with an outline of my hand appearing on each of her checks.

Again and again my hand fell in varying speed and strength, her ass growing hotter and redder with each swat. Her count never faltered keeping track of each and every blow and thanking me for them.

53 in total when all was said and done, she lay across me calmly; her breathing oddly even for just getting her ass tanned.  “I love you Daddy” came out in a whisper as I massaged her ass and gently stroked her hair. I leaned in whispered in her ear, “I love you too babygirl” as I kissed her head.

We shifted on the bed and turned out the lights, laying back on the bed she snuggled up next to me, her head resting on my chest.
It was less then a minute and she was sound asleep in my arms, the noise and clutter turned off.