So I caved and sent the boss man some screenshots of the blog. My arse was too sore not to! Here’s his side of the story.

#4 That’s Not Going to Help You

Babygirl is a good girl, intrinsically, but her mouth sometimes gets the better of her. In the main, I am fairly relaxed and do prefer to reward her than to punish. Even when we do punishment, my emphasis is on funishment. However, this was different.

As is often the case, I choose from three potential dress options and I choose the black. She has a body to die for that inspired the playful part of me forever. Having chosen the black, she was invited to be ready in position number one- the most submissive of the four positions we use.
Knees and forehead on the same surface (maybe a bed, maybe floor, etc) with arms behind the back. Blindfolded and ass facing the entrance to the room.

As ever, she was running behind, and I gave her that couple of minutes grace she often needs. She knew pain was coming today so when she told me she was running late, me reply was, “That’s not going to help you’”

She did well. She was ready by the time I arrived. Door open, as instructed. Blindfold on as told. Position one as invited- for all most invitations are not an opportunity to refuse.

This was her lesson.

Slowly. Very, very slowly I climbed the stairs, making sure I paused on the noisy one half way up. Now she absolutely knows I am here.

Now the games begin.

She looks fucking amazing. Compliant. Eager to please. Beautiful. An elegant instrument upon which I can play my tune…

As good as she looks, it’s her mind I want. Her soul. Her will. And today she will be grateful she gave it.

As I stand behind her enjoying the view, I watch as she twitches with anticipation. The small subtle tensing in her legs, Knowing I am behind her but struggling to wait.

As instructed the toys are laid out, yet there are no ouchies there- just the nices. Just as well I brought my own oucies.

Slowly, very slowly, I unzip the bag making sure she hears every sound, playing havoc in an already racing mind. She’s so fucking wet, I can smell her want and can sense her trepidation: both coursing through her uncontrollably.

She hears the paddle bounce on the bed. But she can’t hear the cane. She’ll need to feel that one… a pretty little number with two prongs about 3 inches apart.
I run one prong up the inside of her leg, confusing her with the mixed sensation. Softly, but with enough intent to scare the living shit out of her, I ping the cane against her soaking wet pussy. Each contact, even as soft as it is, eliciting a moan, a flinch, and a run of her juices down her leg.

Now it’s time.

As hot as her body is, her mind is hotter. She’s a bright girl with a receptive mind. It takes a special Babygirl to be able to cum, to pause, and to gush on verbal command. This is who she is.

I ask her the questions which build up to the punishment. Each question and some answers drawing a gentle-ish whack on the arse. The pain, the indignation, the willingness to please, the understanding she asked for this, all confusing her bright brain.

She always has to fight hard to find the answers. Cruel I know. But she loves it. Maybe not at the time, but the play makes her cum and cum and cum again. This, it feels, she lives for. Her raison d’etre to cum and cum and cum until she is broken- mind, body and soul.

As we get deeper into her punishment, she starts to lose control. Her mind is fuzzy, her body reacts to every single whack- real or imagined, her cunt gushes on command as I relieve the tension periodically before ramping it back up again.

Her face contorts- pain, pleasure, determination, the need to scream, to wail, to cry… yet she won’t give in. One word is all it takes to stop it. She knows this. But that is not what she wants. She wants to please Daddy and she does.

Normally I fill her ass with my hot cum, but she has earned a pussy full today. After the pain. After the uncontrollable cumming. After the intense pleasure that comes from being taken- ass, pussy, mouth over and over whilst being commanded to cum. After pleasing Daddy, she gets her reward- a hot, cream-pied pussy.

Rewarding her feels so good. I love to cum in her mouth. I love it when she asks for her ass to be filled with my cum too. Today, today is a well-earned cum-filled pussy day. I feel her contractions again, giving her permission to cum as I shoot deep inside her. Her screams melting into my deep, guttural moans, I feel myself shoot into her. Every hard deep thrust and my pleasure fills the room, louder than before.

I stand holding myself inside her as she trembles. Pulling her arms back behind her back in position number one- a very submissive doggy. As I pull her back by her arms, I feel my cum inside her: different from her juices- thicker.

It takes a while but she comes round. Once again, she is back aware of her surrounding, gradually coming down from her trip. Holding her safe, I check in again with her, support her through her mixed emotions, keeping her grounded.

That’s my Babygirl.