“Black, please.” I’d sent him 3 options of lingerie. Another text came in “I want you presented to me in your bedroom, on the bed, blindfolded with your toys out presented nicely, please. You’ll be in position 1, which I hope you remember. ”

Fuck position 1! I can’t remember those fuckin positions…..absolute panic sets in as I frantically search for the positions in my texts! I already know I’m in trouble. I said no to Daddy.

I find the texts detailing the positions, thank fuck I wrote it here! Number 1 is face down ass up, good I like this one. So like a good girl I get myself ready. Little black lace set and a pair of beautiful new shoes. A gift from a photographer I work with. Shit, he’ll be here in 5 minutes and I’m not quite ready! I text a quick “I’m running late.” The reply made me laugh, half out of cockiness half out of fear. “That’s not going to help you.”  I’m thinking shit. My arse was brused after Newcastle. This could be bad………ahhh, how bad can it be. Well, that’s been over a week, and my arse is still brused!

I’m brushing my teeth and getting ready, being more clumsy than usual. Obviously, I’m in a rush. I noticed his car parked along the road, fuck! I spit out the toothpaste and find my blindfold. I get on my bed, kneeling near the edge ass in the air facing the door and wait to hear him climb the stairs. My heart is thudding in my ears, and I’m starting to sweat. My anxiety is through the roof as I hear a slightly audible creak on the first step. Then I find myself being thankful for the loud stair about halfway up. My pussy is tingling more with every slow quiet step he takes, I do love playing with daddy.

He’s behind me. He’s silent and not touching me, but I know he’s there. My heart is racing, I can’t remember any thoughts going slow enough for my anxious brain to deal with other than What the fuck is he doing?! He’s just standing there. Finally, he broke the silence. “No toys?!” I point over towards the TV unit where I’ve arranged some vibrators and dildos, a couple of butt toys. Daddy loves anal. “Hmmmm, all nices.” Thank fuck I don’t have any ouches I’m thinking. It’s at that point I hear a zip. Now I know he always wears a kilt, so it’s not his trousers. It’s then I feel something cold and thin widthways across the very top of my legs. Shit, fuck I know what that is. It’s a fucking cane, this is gonna fucking hurt! Ahhh, now I’m suddenly regretting my life choices! Any anxiety I had turned in to straight up fear. My sweat turned cold.

Whack! I squeaked, and it stung, but I knew it was just a warm-up. Whack! Again, but on the other side again, the same squeak escaped my lips. “Do you know why you’re in trouble, K?” Whack! That one hurt. For the life of me, I couldn’t think why. it’s been a while. Because I went to Mexico? Because I’m a cheeky little shit?! As I frantically search for an acceptable answer, my arse bursts into fire whack whack! In quick succession. This makes me cry out and fall forward. I quickly move back into position. “It worries me that you don’t know this, K.” Fuck fuck fuck! The pain has dulled my mouth, and I lose my voice! I try to think about what particular instance of cheek could have earned me the cane. Whack! It cuts through my thoughts whack, whack! At this point, I’m lying face down on the bed, holding my breath. “Up” I know better than to disagree today. As I move back into position, I remember…..the blog! I told him about this, that I was writing about him. Obviously, he wanted to read it. I said no. Shit. In that split second, I shouted it out before the next whack came. As if it would somehow stop it. “It’s because I said no!” I was granted a momentary reprieve. “That’s right, you said no to daddy, and what do bad girls get?” Fuck more questions, “punished?!” I say with a slightly terrified edge to my voice. It came anyway, Whack! Fuck that one brought a tear to my eye! “That’s right, you will know the difference between punishment and funishment.”

Whack! In all honesty, I don’t remember much after that point. I remember the pain, I remember his pleased voice when he announced he’d broken the skin. But mostly, I remember him asking me how I felt. At this point I was feeling strangely emotional, I had tears in my eyes and I screamed that “I want to hit you with that fucking cane!” Whack! I scream! Probably not the smartest response, but it was out my mouth before I knew what was what. I kept fighting to keep the tears from my eyes, I knew I could stop it with one word. Part of me was screaming RED, RED, RED over and over in my head, but I’m a stubborn little sprite, and I want to see how far I can go. I’m still exploring my limits. There’s a chance I’m a twisted little thing.

Once he put the cane away and he’d fucked me, he actually came in my pussy this time. Usually he cums in my ass. He sat with me, and we talked, I couldn’t explain the tears that now silently betrayed me, but he pulled me close, hugged me, and gave me a kiss.

My arse was an absolute mess after this. I really hope next time isn’t so sore!