** The stories I wrote are fiction and fantasy alone, written for my pleasure and hopefully yours. **

Learning the boundaries and where I can push them has been a struggle for me and I have been trying to find the very fine line between Good Girl and Brat. Eating up Daddy’s praise and drinking in his punishments when needed…but I am still learning everyday. I have a good teacher.

Today I crossed that ultra fine line, going just a little too far for Daddy. Relaxing too freely into pushing buttons for just the right amount of attention that I slipped and now I can’t take it back. The last thing I would want would be to upset Daddy.

Daddy dresses me, every day. Daddy is gentle and supportive and so caring. He is consistent and gives me structure. I sometimes forget that he needs that control and how much he craves it.

For me it is exciting and intriguing to see what he will pick for me to wear. I get tingles throughout the day every time I am reminded about what I am wearing. Feeling the fabric on my skin reminds me of his loving touch and how much he wants to devour me.

Today Daddy asked me to send him an afternoon picture when I could, to show him the fruits of his labor. He appreciates me and likes to see me dressed for him.

When he asked though I teased a bit too much and told him he should work a bit harder for it…. As soon as I sent the message I felt a pit in my stomach, immediate knowing I pushed too far but it was too late. I felt bad because I know Daddy works very hard to make me happy and keep me safe. He asks for so little in return.

The reply I receive is “we will discuss this later Baby Girl” …..then silence. Ohhh no, I think to myself, I have never pushed this far before and had no idea what to expect.

My mind wondered all day, questioning if I should I message him again, try to appease him in another way? I wasn’t sure so I just waited…impatiently.

He was due to come over at 5:30pm, I started to feel my nerves grow intensely by 4…he arrived at 6pm sharp and I watched, wide eyed as he came in the door.

I was sitting on the floor with my journal and a couple pillows scattered around.

I stayed quiet but so did he…it felt like an eternity before I heard him speak but finally he looked at me and said “did you have a fun afternoon Baby Girl? Did you try to push my buttons and deny me? Did you feel powerful afterwards?”

I gulped. These felt like rhetorical questions and as I opened my mouth to speak he began again “I don’t think I want to know, actually. I also don’t want to feel like my time and efforts are not being respected. Do you not wish to have me take time to appreciate you and your beautiful body?”

I just looked up and nodded in affirmation, wringing my hands in my lap while feeling nervous, small and tingly. Part scared and part excited. Daddy has experience and he has been very a very gentle Daddy so far.

Daddy sits on the couch and loosens his tie, he pats the empty couch space beside him repeatedly, gesturing me to come over.

I hesitantly crawl up into the couch and wait for whatever is to come next. He looks me dead in the eye and tells me not to look away. He tells me that he likes me to have fun but he also feels I should follow through with my commitments and I have committed my body to him. I need to learn to keep my promises. He bluntly asks if I do in fact wish to commit myself to him and I nod again.

“Speak up! little one”, he commands.

“Yes, I am fully committed to you”, I reply.

“Good, now that we have that issue clear, I am going to remind you of your commitment to me and demonstrate how to keep promises. I made a promise to you to make sure I teach you and hold you to your commitments. I am going to keep my promise today and show you what I meant by that. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Daddy, I understand”, at least I thought I did….

“Stand up and lift your dress, show me the underwear I picked for you today” he said with a firm voice.

I hesitated and he followed up with “Right now!”

I stood in front of him and watched as he loosened more of his tie and a couple of his shirt buttons, my eyes widened when I saw him start to remove his belt.

I quickly pulled up the hem of my sundress to show him the white and yellow bra and panty set he picked for me to wear today. My knees held tight together instinctively as I squirmed in front of him.

“Take it off” he growled.

I continued to pull my new white sundress over my head and placed it on a nearby chair.

“Turn around” he instructed so I complied.

He reached out and began rubbing my ass cheeks one at a time. Telling me that my skin looked smooth and creamy, I blushed.

“We are going to change that, come with me”, he said as he rose from the couch and made me walk in front of him towards the bedroom.

“Stand in front of the bed and lay down on your belly but keep your feet on the floor. I want your arms to stay stretched out above your head and I want them not to move. If you move or your feet leave the floor you will be in trouble! Do you understand?”

I replied that I understood while also trying to crane my neck to look back towards him….

“Eyes front Baby Girl” he bellowed.

I used my other senses to try to make out what was going to happen next. I could hear the leather of his belt as he tossed it beside me on the bed. I could hear him take off his shirt. He grabbed the edges of my panties and wedged them up high up my ass crack.

I fought the urge to crawl further up the bed to safety and keep my toes on the floor at the very least, as directed.

I feel him rubbing my ass cheeks and sort of humming to himself. Every squeeze and caress sends shivers up my spine and I blush, my face burns red hot, like fire. I also feel intense warmth in my pussy that I try hard to ignore.

I feel as he leans his weight onto the bed and feel his breath near my ear, “I am going to give you 10 hard spankings on your creamy white ass and then I am going to have my way with you. I will make you remember your commitments one way or another”, he half whispers.

I swallow hard and he stood back up. He told me to count and I braced myself as best I could. The anticipation seemed to freeze time for me and I think he knew this as it seemed to take forever for him to wind up and spank me for the first time.

The stinging jolt shoot throughout my body and I involuntarily gasped. I think my toes left the floor but I corrected myself in time. The sound was deafening and I still felt like I could hear it all around the room. The burning continued and I felt his hand rest firmly on my now red bottom.

“Count, little one”, he says firmly and I squeak out a “one”……

It is like I am back there now…

“Next time louder and I don’t want to remind you”, he said, being very clear with his direction.

I wait for another spank, this time on my opposite side and the hard slap steals my breath away. Through the burning I manage to count “two”…..

“Good girl, keep going”, his praise forces tingles between my legs.

He works quicker now, alternating each side as he spanks; there is almost a rhythm in the slaps, my gasps followed by his hand rubbing firmly and my counting.

I wiggle my toes and grip the bedding to distract myself from the fire that comes with each spank. My entire body is hyper-aware, every sensation is amplified. Time lost for me.

I am about to count for the final time and practically scream “TEN!”, as the final searing slap echos in the room.

“Good girl! Look at that beautiful red ass! Now hold still, I’m not done with you yet”, I am soothed and nervous hearing his words.

He hooks a finger into each side of my panties that have been wedged up my ass crack this entire time and yanks them to down over my stinging cheeks. He moves quickly and intently as he wastes no time getting his hard cock out and thrusting inside of me.

I am in shock and relieved at the same time; my needy, wet pussy suddenly filled. He gives me just moments to adjust before fucking me hard into the bed.

I feel his hands gripping my red hot ass cheeks as he works to get deeper and deeper. My mind is spinning and my body welcomes him eagerly but I have never felt this level of intensity. He is taking me like he needs to, like he is trying to communicate his frustration through rough passionate thrusts.

I feel every thrust and every touch with full force, I understand what he is communicating to me. I am his and he has claimed me. My Daddy cares from me and my pleasure. My Daddy keeps me safe and happy and gives me structure and routine. My Daddy gives me immense pleasure….

I feel the belt wrap around my neck, reminding me once again that Daddy is in control, it makes me feel safe when Daddy has the power and my thoughts can be completely free. I let go of any worry, thoughts or sensations and only feel him.

As my thoughts fade further away I feel the build up of pressure coming from within, its own unstoppable force….I am going to cum and the intense pressure builds. I am approaching the peak of an orgasm I couldn’t possibly experience on my own. Electric shocks shoot through my body intensified by each thrust of his cock. I could pass out from pleasure as my entire body tingles as I am pushed over the edge. I have no control over my body or reactions….

He feels me cum and I hear him growl with pleasure. I couldn’t hide it. Daddy likes me to feel good. Daddy likes when I cum for him.

He grabs my hair and arches me backward toward his body. He kisses my neck and lightly bites my shoulder before telling me I am his “Good Girl” and I am to hold still for him as he fills up my pussy, nice and deep.

He forces me back down and grips my skin as he cums. I feel his throbs and his sounds are like music to my ears. I am happily stuck in this moment of time and space.

He stays inside of me while he catches his breath. His is still dragging out every ounce of pleasure my pussy can provide and my body milks every last drop out of him.

He sighs and lightly traces his fingers up and down my bare skin, taking his time, and looking over my body. Goose bumps instantly form and he pulls back. He gets coconut oil and rubs it gently over my red ass cheeks and I sleepily moan in pleasure.

He tells me to climb up onto the bed and I notice that it has moved almost a foot across the room; he straitens it out and lays beside me. He welcomes me in and I lay my head on his chest, he gently rubs his fingers through my hair almost petting me and it feels so good right now. I feel so close to him.

He asks me is I am ok and I giggle and tell him yes. I still feel the aftershocks of his cock and my orgasm.

He kisses my forehead and gives me a light squeeze before saying “Please, listen to Daddy next time, I hope you learned how much is too much today. Our commitments connect us and our promises need to be kept. We learned a nice boundary today, what do you think?”

“Yes, Daddy, I learned very well….” I trailed off before falling asleep in his arms. I think he fell asleep too…these lessons can be intense and I am happy to learn.