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.

This is for you...

Normal

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.

Needing to Submit.

     I woke up yesterday in the mood to submit. Now, I know what you're thinking: as a sub, I should wake up everyday in the mood to submit, and honestly, I do...but yesterday was different. I really felt a deep need to feel his dominance. Nothing makes me feel quite as submissive as being restrained, so I arranged our cuffs, blindfold, and flogger on the hipster, on top of our bed. I wrote 'Please Daddy' on our heart shaped white board and left it with all the equipment. 
     When he got home, he read it aloud, but said nothing else.
     Several times we were in the bedroom together, doing something or another, and I could barely stand still, just looking at all the stuff on the bed was making me squirmy and want-y. 
     We had a yummy dinner, and drinks, and oreo ice cream in cones. Then, he told me to meet him in the bedroom. 
     After I'd turned out the lights and the tv off, I followed him to the bedroom. He had me sit on the edge of the bed, and he wrapped the cuffs around my wrists, securing them tightly. After he finished putting the second one on, he looked up and his eyes met mine.
     "Where are the tethers?" he wanted to know.
     "In the drawer..." I answered.
     "Get them."
     Butterflies going crazy in my tummy, I brought him the tethers. 
     Daddy handed me the ankle cuffs and told me to put them on. Once I had, he blindfolded me. Now he helped me to my feet and then positioned me over the hipster. He clipped my wrist cuffs to the hipster, and then attached the ankle cuffs to the tethers, which he clipped into the hipster. The sound of the tethers tightening registered just milliseconds before I felt my ankles being pulled up. 
     This was new. My feet were held up so my legs made a 90 degree angle. Not really uncomfortable, just .. awkward. 
     Then, he left me there for a few minutes. He didn't say anything, but I could hear him moving, around our room, then to the kitchen, and back again. Without a word, he picked up the flogger and started in on my ass. Immediately when I began to whimper, I was told to be quiet. 
     When he stopped hitting me with the flogger, the room was silent for a moment. 
     Behind the blindfold, I think different things than I do when I can see. I have an extremely active imagination, and when I can't see anything, or don't know what's going to happen, I begin to imagine possible outcomes. This in itself is torture as it could be any of a million things, and the anticipation builds higher and higher. I heard his belt buckle clinking, and my heart began to race. I whimpered, and wriggled a little, pulling lightly on my restraints. He was moving around. First I heard it to my left, then the sound came from behind me. The combination of the clinking sound, and my anticipation was making me incredibly wet. I wondered if he could see how wet I was, and that made me wish I could cover up somehow. The clinking sound moved several more times before the belt collides with my bottom, leaving a white-hot stripe across it. Daddy lashed the leather across my warm flesh several more times, then after another moment of silence, I heard the implement drawer opening. Just the sound of it gave me chills. 
     It goes a little blurry here, but I'll do my best to remember what happened next ;p
     He came back and whacked me with something smooth and hard. 
     "Ouch!" I cried out.
     "What is it?" he asked.
     I inwardly groaned. I am awful at guessing implements, and I hate having to do so! I thought frantically as whatever-it-was whacked me a few more times. "Is it a paddle?" I asked. 
     WHACK! on my sit spot. "That's not very specific." WHACK! 
     "The clear paddle?"
     WHACK! 
     "Aaah ... the picture paddle?"
     WHACK! "Nope." WHACK!
     "I don't knooooow," I whined. I started to feel a little panic. Daddy wasn't going to stop spanking me with this whatever-it-was until I guessed what it was .. what if I couldn't guess it? Would he just go on forever? It hurt so much! 
      WHACK! WHACK!
     One last idea popped into my head .. "The hairbrush!?" 
     I heard him smile. 
     "Which one?" he wanted to know. WHACK!
     "Owww, the small one?" 
     "Very good," WHACK! "Once you get it right, then you only have ten left on each cheek." He delivered the last twenty firmly and at a quick pace. I don't remember what implement came next, but it took me a while to figure out. Once I did, and he'd given me the final ten on each with it, he stood behind me, close enough for me to feel him there. He pushed my legs open roughly, and slipped a finger inside me. He worked his magic until I was squirming and moaning, and then he suddenly just stopped. He tapped another implement against my bottom and I immediately knew what it was. Before I could say it, he brought it down on my swollen backside and I yelped. 
     "THE LOOPY!" I cried out. 
     "Good job, baby." he told me, putting his hand in the small of my back as he finished up. 
     I don't remember much of what happened next but somehow I ended up laying on the bed on my back. I still had the cuffs on, but they weren't connected. He was touching me, and talking to me, and it was glorious. Then he moved me, off the bed and around to a different side, and he positioned me how he wanted me, then was gone again.
     The next time I felt him, he was sliding into me. It's all blurred together and I have no idea what happened when, but he alternated between slow, sensual, teasing thrusts to hard and fast. He hit my ass, and pulled my hair, and stuck his fingers in my mouth. His hand tightened around my throat, just enough to send electric thrills through my entire body. He yanked my head back by my hair and growled into my ear, "Does this feel good, babygirl?" He slapped my face. 
     Yes, you read that right. My Daddy, who when we started this was apprehensive about slapping my bottom, slapped my face. It kind of shocked me too, the first couple times it happened. Hell, who am I kidding .. it surprises me every time. Don't get me wrong, I asked for him to do it, and it turns me on A LOT. I'm just still getting used to him being so "Dommy" LOL. He doesn't hit my face hard, but enough that I can feel a bit of a sting. 
     When we were finished, Daddy suggested a shower, so we hopped in together to get cleaned up. 
     I couldn't stop staring at him, or touching him. I felt very clingy, like all I wanted was to be close to him. 
     Even though my hair was wet and Daddy always complains that its cold when its wet, he let me lay my head on his chest when we got into bed. He held me close and we giggled and talked together like lovesick teenagers, my desperate need to submit sated.
     For now.