Better To Do As You're Told!

     Daddy and I were wrestling and playing together on the bed. I was wearing a tank top without   a bra and thanks to our bouncing around, one of my breasts had nearly fallen out of my shirt. Daddy shot me a look, an eyebrow raised, and said, "Show them to me."
     I immediately felt shy and giggled, shaking my head. 
     He repeated himself. 
     I should have known better than to tell him no, but I wasn't thinking. I was feeling playful and giddy and I did it. I told him no. 
     He grabbed me, pulling me up against his body, pinning me there with his arm. He pulled my shirt up, revealing my breasts to him. He laid me down on my back and grabbed my right breast with one hand, dealing me several sharp blows to my nipple in a row with the other. 
     I writhed in pain, and he held me tighter, slapping my other breast. I whimpered, and he lowered his mouth to my ear.
     "It would have been much easier if you'd just shown them to me when I asked, wouldn't it have been?"
     "Yes, Daddy! I'm sorry," 
     He didn't offer a response. Instead he continued slapping my breasts.
     By now they were very sore and each slap felt like it hurt worse than the last. I cried out and he told me again, I should have listened to him when he'd asked. That I am not to tell him no when he requests to see my body. 
     "Ten more on each," he told me, pinching my tender nipples, before grabbing hold of my left breast and landing ten calculated, stinging slaps. He grabbed my right breast next and dealt me another ten blows.
     My eyes were watery when he'd finished. 
     He looked me in the eye and asked, "Wouldn't have been better to do as you're told?" 
     I nodded. "Yes, Daddy. I'm sorry I didn't listen, I am!" 
     "It's not going to happen again, right?" 
     "Right!" I agreed. 
     His hand slipped between my legs, rubbing my clit as he spoke gruff words into my ear. "Yeah? You're gonna be Daddy's good girl now?" 
     "Ohhhhh yes Daddyy," I moaned my affirmation, and we moved on to more pleasant activities. 
    
     Fast forward a few days to this morning. Daddy asked me to light a candle in the kitchen and I didn't feel like doing it. I was playing on my phone and felt like I shouldn't have to go light the candle, and I told Daddy I didn't want to. 
     He started counting.
     Ladies, let me tell you .. when your man starts to count, it's serious business. I didn't believe it, not until he got to ten.
     He got up without a word and went to the drawer, pulling it open and rummaging through. As soon as I saw the handle of the loopy in his and I flipped from my belly onto my back and pulled the blanket over me. He came around the bed to where I was and stared at me. "Roll over."
     My bottom lip flopped over and I gave him my best puppy dog eyes. 
     "Roll over." he ordered again, and it was very clear I had no wiggle room here.
     I flipped over and and buried my face in my pillow, whimpering when I felt him yank my dress up over my bottom. 
     He whipped me without a word, holding me in place and setting my backside on fire. He only gave me 10 on each, but they were hard and I was feeling quite contrite by the time he'd finished. He put it back in the drawer and said, "That's for not listening to me, and thinking my counting was a joke. Go light the candle."
     I got up and lit the candle. I think I'll be following directions from now on!
  

Vacation Fun

    
     Little man hasn't been sleeping well on our vacation. He has also started throwing tantrums this week. Full on, throwing himself down, tossing his head around, screaming his face off, tantrums.
     To be honest, it's wearing on me. Being on vacation is so much more work with a young child, without the tantrums and 4 am wake up calls.
     Don't get me wrong, I'm having a good time, and for the most part, so is the little guy. This morning, however, I was feeling super overwhelmed. I sat down on the bed while Daddy got dressed, and I pulled my teddy bear to me, holding him tightly to my chest.
     "Are you gonna take a nap, sweetie?"
     I shrugged. "I dunno."
     "You should." he leaned down, his large frame bent over my body. His lips brushed mine, then pressed against my neck, and that spot on my collarbone that gives me goosebumps and makes me giggle. His hand slipped up my shirt, agile fingers quickly finding the stiff nubs and giving them a pinch.
     My breath caught in my throat, paused by both the pain in my nipples and the dampness between my legs.
     The house we rented for the week happens to have a clothes line outside, and a bag of clothespins by the front door. There were a few in our bedroom (who knows how they got there :p) and Daddy took one, closing it over my left nipple. He leaned in to kiss me again, his broad chest brushing against the clothespin, eliciting another gasp from me. He yanked down my shorts and kissed between my legs, his tongue snaking out and licking me slowly.
     I moaned, trying to be quiet so as not to let his mother hear, and lifted my hips toward him.
     He grabbed my breast hard, and rubbed my clit, leaning near to me. "I want you to make yourself come, and then take a nap." he kissed my forehead, my nose and my lips. "You should get your rest. I want you to be awake and vibrant tonight. I'm going to put you over my knee, like this (as he bends me over his lap), and then I'm going to smack your bum (he starts tapping my bottom lightly). But I'll have to use the cane (its our quietest implement). Then I'm going to bend you over and fuck you good. I want you nice and rested."
     I smiled at him embarrassedly, feeling taken care of and loved.
     He kissed me again, then started toward the door. "Make sure you text me when you come."
     "Yes Daddy," I called obediently. It didn't take long to finish the first task, and once I had, I was asleep almost immediately after I texted Daddy.

     He's the best. He always knows just what I need ;)

    I can't wait for bed time!

Breast Milk- a cure for cancer?

     You read that right. I just finished reading an article at Sex is, a sexual health awareness magazine by EdenFantasys, that suggests just that. The title of the article caught my eye immediately, for two reasons. The first thing that grabbed my attention were the words 'breast milk' as I am a mother who breast fed (and plans to bf future babies) and I'm always on the lookout for new information. Secondly, I have a strong family history of cancer, so of course I was extremely interested in what the article had to say. 

     Apparently, in April of 2010, a study was conducted in Sweden which was able to isolate a chain of proteins in breast milk now known as HAMLET ( Human Alpha-lactalbumin Made Lethal to Tumor cells) that can attack and kill over FORTY types of human cancer. 

     Since, more and more cancer patients are seeking out breast milk donors, believing that to be the key to their cure. Doctors in New Jersey have stated that it holds the potential to not only treating/curing cancer, but prevention as well. There are several milk banks across the country, and a patient can ask his/her doctor to write a prescription for breast milk if other treatments are proving ineffective.
     As the EdenFantasys author states, this leaves only one thing, getting over the "ick" factor of drinking human milk. It's no secret that many in society find drinking human milk to be disgusting or weird, and that's in relation to children over a year or two...never mind adults. Breast feeding women are bullied in public, shamed into using restrooms and other unsavory places to feed their child. While I have no problem with women breast feeding their children, not even those who continue past what society sees as acceptable. I believe that if the child and mother are both still comfortable with and it remains a positive experience for both, then that's fine. That's not the point of this post, though, so I'll get on with it. 
     Admittedly, the thought of drinking breast milk, especially another persons, makes me cringe a little. When I was breast feeding my little one, I was curious and took a mini sip from a bottle I'd pumped, and my stomach turned. Remembering this makes me wonder if I'd be one of the people lining up at a milk bank, should I ever be diagnosed with cancer. I think, if I had to, I could over come the taste. To me, the societal influence would have nothing to do with my decision. In my mind, drinking milk from humans is more natural than to drink it from a cow, reasonably, I can see that. But the "ick" factor that is linked to bodily fluids might steer others far from this option. 
     I'm curious where my friends and readers stand on this. If you (or a family member) were to be diagnosed, would you be willing to try breast milk as treatment? 

     

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A Troll In Our Presence

     As some of you may have noticed, there is a new blogger in town, and she ain't all that nice. The main topic of her blog is DD relationships, just like many of us. However, she's not in a DD relationship. She doesn't want to be, and she doesn't understand why anyone would. Which, in and of itself, is not a bad thing. Domestic Discipline, BDSM, D/s, TTWD (etc) is not for everyone. Just as these arrangements enrich certain relationships and allow their participants to flourish, I would imagine in other relationships it may cause destruction. The dynamic does not work for everyone.
     This blogger claims to have "accidentally" stumbled upon a DD blog whilst looking for a cookie recipe. She was so interested, she kept reading, and then continued to find/read other blogs about DD. She writes about and names specific DD blogs and bloggers, and bad mouths them, their relationships and their spouses. She has commented on posts, joining the conversation as if she were a friendly bystander, presumably to draw people to her page. So far, only two of us have been mentioned, but its only a matter of time before she chooses someone else to  put down.
     I considered making my blog private in order to keep her nosy eyes away from my business, but then I realized that wouldn't solve anything. I am NOT ashamed of who I am, and I'm certainly not ashamed of following a path that makes me happy and secure. If my blog can help one person realize that they are not "weird" or "wrong" and that it's okay to want to submit to their partner, then it's worth keeping public.
   

     To the ugly, offensive little troll, your day will come. I am not going to defend myself or Daddy to you, because it's useless. We have done nothing wrong. What's wrong is you telling other people how to define their love. You are narrow minded and nothing anybody says or does will change that. Continue on with your childish games, all you are is a bully with an internet page to broadcast your ignorance. When you graduate high school and want to have a real conversation, feel free to email me. Meanwhile, please take note that none of us DD bloggers are writing about other peoples' lives on our blogs, we write about our own. That's because we're happy with the lives we live, something I hope you'll one day be.

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Turning Around a Bad Week

     This week has been impossibly difficult. We ran into an unforeseen issue with my car, that cost us a good chunk of money that we don't have to spend. On top of that, I lost a filling and the tooth is infected, and I'm going to need a root canal, which is just more money we don't have. Both of us were extremely stressed out, and we fought several times over the past few days. We've figured the finances out, and the dentist's office is working with me so I can get the work done that I need. However, I was still feeling disconnected and I guess it was more obvious than I thought.
     We were watching tv and Daddy turned to look at me. "What's wrong?" he wanted to know.
     I shrugged.
     That was all the convincing he needed. "C'mon, let's go." he said firmly.
     I stood up, (not without a bit of huffing and maybe a slight eye roll) and he grabbed my arm.
     "Don't roll your eyes," he said, taking me to the bedroom. He let go of me next to the bed, and began unbuckling his belt. He ignored my puppy dog eyes and pulled me over his lap, doubling and folding his belt so he could hold and swing it easily. He didn't give me a warm up and the strokes were crisp. It wasn't a particularly long spanking, much shorter in comparison to others I've had. When he finished, I was pretty close to tears and my bottom had welts on it.
     I was on my knees, and he pulled me close, stroking my hair. I confirmed to him that I was okay, and he released his grip.
      He reached forward, pulling my sweatshirt and tshirt over my head, his hands roaming across my body. One found a sore bottom cheek, and squeezed.
     "Ow!" I squealed, pulling away a little.
     He tightened his grip, leaning closer to me. "Ow what?"
     "My bum hurts!" I playfully complained.
     "How come?"
     "You did it," I smiled bashfully, burying my face in his shoulder.
     "You needed it, didn't you?"
     I really hate when he asks me that. "Yes, Daddy." I admitted, embarrassedly.
     He leaned very close now. "Just like you need me to bend you over the bed right now?"
     I gasped in delight, goosebumps popping up all over my body. "Mmm, yes Sir." I felt his hands sliding around to my back, unhooking my bra.
     He slipped it off me, and then his fingers were pinching my nipples, hard...twisting. "Get up now. Bend over the bed." he ordered. Hands on my hips, he slipped easily into me. He was teasing me, barely entering me at all, and I quickly grew frustrated with this. I pushed back onto him and he grabbed a handful of hair, thrusting hard and fast. The next thing I know, he's flattening himself against my back, and his mouth is right beside my ear. "When you play with yourself today, you will use your plug." His hand wrapped around my throat. "I want pictures. You're under strict instruction. Do you understand little girl?"
     I would have said yes to just about anything in that moment.

     My horrible week doesn't seem so horrible anymore.