Hello again, everybody!
Last time, I wrote about the road trip I took with Daddy, from the perspective of our dynamic, and ended with our drive back, in which I lost my temper. We'll continue on from there, but focus on the ways I was naughty, the punishments I received, and the personal growth/empowerment they are inspiring in me - with some sex thrown in there for good measure.
When we got home, I had to be punished for losing my temper, so Daddy started a new rule that I had to ask permission to use the washroom. Our first morning back, for my first pee, he had me stand up in the shower with legs slightly spread, so that I pee'd all over my legs - while he stood and watched. I could feel my face getting super hot. It was very humiliating. After, he had me go on hands and knees in the puddle, turned the shower head on, and left the washroom, ordering me to clean myself up.
The second time I messed up and needed a punishment, was maybe our 3rd day back. Daddy was taking me out to buy new shoes, which I'd requested since mine are pretty worn out. We never made it though, because on the way there I acted out. Daddy had changed his mind about where we were going to start looking, and I reacted irritably.
I tell you, this dynamic is forcing me to confront my behaviour relentlessly, and it's not easy! I'm bad a lot, as you'll note.
Daddy of course didn't accept my attitude and turned the car around. He lectured me on the way home, telling me how disappointed he was, how I was an entitled brat, and so on. "You're obviously not broken in yet. I think I need to just keep you working," he said. While this was happening, I was sitting there completely mesmerized. I felt guilty, called-out, frustrated at myself, and eager to do better. I was also helplessly turned on. As we drove, Daddy told me what was going to happen when we got home, which was: put away groceries from car, take my punishment, make dinner, and start detailing his car.
So, that's the story of how I ended up wearing a buttplug and detailing Daddy's car that evening, with no new shoes in my reality.
But first, he had to punish me by having me kneel on all fours in the corner in the living room, with my ass bare. He told me how disappointed he was in me as he whipped my ass and pussy with a leather crop. Apparently, when he slapped my pussy, a long strand of my juices fell to the floor...I was literally dripping. I know because Daddy made a lot of comments about it, and plunged his cock in a few times.
I had to stay in the corner for quite some time, until he was satisfied. I'd been texting my sister, who is a car detailer, asking her for tips - and I could hear Daddy answering her text on my phone. I've given him full access to all of my devices, because as his property, that's what makes sense to me. I also want there to be full transparency. But this is the first time I ever felt him use that power, and I liked it. It thrills me that he takes ownership that way.
When Daddy decided I'd had enough time in the corner, he took me to the bedroom, positioned me on the edge of the bed with my ass in the air and my head down, and fucked me hard, telling me what a good whore I was for always having a wet pussy when he needed to use it.
When he was satisfied and done with me, he had me make us dinner - with very specific instructions I had to follow. Then, before starting on his car, he allowed me to rest, and had me service his cock, balls, and asshole for a while. He directed me to lick, suck, and hold in my mouth different areas as he did things casually on his phone. At one point, he instructed me to just stare at his package, still scrolling on his phone - and for some reason, that's the thing that made me feel most like a whore. Although, lying with my head in his crotch, holding his balls in my mouth as I started to drool, did a pretty good job of conveying that, as well - let's be honest. The session ended when Daddy finally put his phone down and fucked my mouth until he drained his balls down my throat. I had enjoyed every second of pleasuring him. Afterwards, he played with my tits and let me masturbate until I came, which was amazing. I was super grateful, since I'd been bad. The orgasm came pretty quickly after such a sexually charged day.
As we were lying in bed after that, Daddy said something about his plans for the next day (I think?), and it triggered my anxiety - which was more activated than usual due to the recent big fight we'd had - so without thinking, I blurted out "Is that so you can spend as little time with me as possible?" (Oof, it's hard to write this stuff.) That got me some sharp back-hands to my nipples, and of course a punishment. Daddy told me to get him the next time I had to pee, and he'd make me pee on myself in the tub again.
When the time came, Daddy had me go on all fours in the tub wearing my collar. He squatted behind me, spread my pussy lips apart gently, and ordered me to pee - but I was too nervous to let it go. After a while he told me to squat instead, but it still took a while. To speed things along, he turned on the tap and fed me a good amount of water from a bottle - and finally I was able to let go. When I did, he squatted in front of me and ordered me to look at him - I'd looked away in shame... then he looked pointedly at my stream, got up, roughly patted and stroked my head, and said I was a good girl. I remember naturally leaning into his hand.
I'd been back to work about 15 minutes before it occurred to me that that was exactly how you'd treat a dog. And I'd reacted to it NATURALLY how a pet would. The realization stunned me... and made me painfully horny.
I worked on detailing Daddy's car into the night, and for 4 hours the next day, and the result made him happy.
The next time I needed to be punished, it was because I was a brat. It was after dinner. Daddy was showing me music videos of different bands - music I wasn't very interested in - so after a few videos I got impatient and a little whiny. In my head, I thought I was being playful, but looking back I can see that there was nothing pleasant about my behaviour. Daddy sent me to bed right away to punish me, sans phone of course.
Later that night I was woken up by Daddy getting onto the bed and kneeling over my face. I was still fuzzy and confused as he started to jerk off into my mouth, so I turned my head away, but then he said a stern "Hey", which snapped me into consciousness right away. Obediently I opened my mouth as he jerked off into it, stuffing his dick down as he came. Then he came into bed and spooned me. I snuggled into him, swallowing the leftover cum in my mouth and falling quickly back asleep.
You probably won't be surprised reading this, considering how things have gone so far - the next time I needed a punishment was just the next morning. It was a busy morning of tidying, shopping for food, and cooking breakfast for a friend who was making a quick visit. Daddy had found a flour moth nest in a bag of bulk peanuts (if you have no idea what a flour moth is, you're lucky. They're tiny little moths that come and invade your home and make nests in your dry food). I got told out for that - since I knew about them and was battling them, but hadn't properly checked the pantry. I was feeling pressure about getting stuff done on time for his friend, so the lecture on top of that stressed me out more...which manifested in me making a critical comment about what Daddy was doing.
Which is how I found myself getting lectured on all fours, bare-assed in the living room corner, as Daddy whipped my inner thighs and pussy with the riding crop. I ended up getting so upset by his displeasure with me that I almost broke into tears, but Daddy didn't let me collapse in shame. He made me look at him, and slapped me when I tried to hide my head in my hands. Even though I was struggling not to cry, I loved that he was speaking to a stronger version of me - my warrior, the one who rises to the occasion.
He told me I could make it up to him by doing a good job getting everything ready for his friend while he went and picked him up at the airport. I did my best - I wasn't perfect, but the hollandaise sauce did NOT split, so hallelujah. Daddy made a lemon chicken tagine dish and we turned it into bennies with some homemade bread. Daddy's idea. He can be a little extra - a quality I quite frankly delight in.
Happily, I did nothing else deserving of punishment before Daddy had to leave to go work for a month away again. I wrote mainly about the punishments, but we made some wonderful memories too while he was here. It was overall a nourishing and fun time.
Daddy also wanted me to write about a specific occurrence that happened after he left, during one of our phone conversations. He had been assigned the night shift, so communication had been difficult as he adjusted to his new schedule. He also works long hours. Every time we tried to talk, one of us was super tired.
I forget what we'd been talking about, but I know that I got triggered and emotionally reactive. Daddy had to interrupt me and send me to the corner three times during our conversation. When I recall it, I remember that I felt like it wasn't fair, and every time he sent me to the corner I got more distressed. Daddy didn't back down, and I was forced to face my own behaviour, and it HURT. Everything in me wanted to run, hide, excuse, etc. I had to call on my inner warrior. I had to be real with myself, that this dynamic was serving as a mirror, and I was having a difficult time with what I was seeing because it was toxic, so what was I going to do about it? I spent the rest of the day building resolve, with a sense of appreciation and gratitude towards Daddy for the growth that his Dominance inspired in me.
(Since then I've gone on more of a deep dive into that, but that is for a different post.)
One last thing before I go - Daddy wanted me to write about the very first punishment I received from him. I was being punished for passive aggressive behaviour in which I'd acted out in an attempt to manipulate him into Dominating me - afraid that our dynamic wasn't "real" (this was the very beginning, I'd never think such a thing now - Daddy has firmly shown me I can't get away with a thing). I wrote about it in my first post.
We talked it through thoroughly, and then began making love. Daddy was licking my nipples, sliding his cock in and out, and I was losing myself in pleasure, when suddenly he bit my tit hard. I instantly knew I was being punished. He bit my inner arm as well, then got up and held me by my throat.
"Your behaviour was unacceptable," He growled, then forced my mouth open, spit into it, pushed me down on my knees, and rammed his cock all the way down my throat. He held my head there past the point of comfort and I choked and gagged and panicked as I lost my breath. He had me stand beside the bed with my head down on it and my ass in the air. I felt him lube up my ass, and then push something big inside. I'm pretty practiced at relaxing myself to accept a cock down there, but this was harder than a cock and I wasn't expecting that, so it hurt. I said as much. "Oh, push it in deeper?" Daddy said in a mocking voice, pushing it in and fucking me with it for a while. I was shocked and turned on by the way he was talking to me.
He then grabbed my collar and had walked me on all fours into the living room, where he had me go in the corner. I will always remember walking on all fours and just looking at his feet, feeling his dominance over me. It's an image that has come to mind frequently since, and it makes me want to worship his feet. Ya know what I mean?
He had me stay in the corner for about 15 minutes as he watched porn on TV and played with his cock, and then he had me turn around and sit facing him, spreading my pussy for him to look at as he jerked off. I was to only look at him, not the TV, but I soon failed and glanced over, which got me sent back into the corner. I stayed there until Daddy decided he wanted me to suck his cock, which I did so eagerly - but he made me slow down, and pushed my head to the side.
"You're blocking the TV" he said. He held a clump of my hair in the fist lying beside his leg, so that every time my head bobbed up, the upward movement was restricted. I sucked him slowly, careful not to block his view, until he finished by jerking off into my mouth and blowing his load on my face.
Afterwards, he played with my tits and told me to cum, before I was allowed to wash my face off. And we had a good talk about the punishment.
This dynamic has definitely served as a pressure cooker-type catalyst for personal growth...and it's sometimes SO challenging, especially when I mess up again right after resolving to do better the next time. It's been important for me to not get too caught up in the discouragement, because that just seems to make me more prone to falling back into the behaviour I want to transcend. I have to refocus on the positive, what I can do, where I want to go, how rewarding it will be when I get there...etc. I'd love to hear from anyone who somewhat relates to this.
I am so lucky to have a partner and Dom who knows and accepts me, ugly bits and all, and is willing to work with me. I love him.
Thanks for reading!
