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The Fort Part 2- Don't Call Me Daddy

Chapter 10- Shopping with Daddy

© L 2025

You turn me to fully sit facing you on your lap. You kiss and cuddle me gently, I nuzzle into you and shut my eyes. As you stroke me, your strokes are warm, comforting, they help to comfort the painful throbbing in my ass. You drink your coffee while scrolling through your phone, loving that I can just sit quietly on you while you do grown up, adult, Daddy things.

I almost fall back to sleep, but when you're ready you wake me up, and tell me to go and get my boots and coat and bring them to you. While I do, you clear away our breakfast things, grab your own shoes and jacket and wait for me by the front door.

Eventually I return looking excited, handing you my Ugg boots, automatically lifting my left leg. 'Daddy, can you get my glitter now', I ask enthusiastically. 'No princess, I'll get it for you when we get back', you say putting my boots on me. I give you my best cute little look, and your cock almost stirs. 'Later, I promise, it's the first thing I will get for you when we get home', you say firmly trying to keep your own desires in check as well as mine. Sex right now is not an option! Once my coat is on, you take my hand and I skip out the door after you, closing it.

Friday Afternoon (just after lunch time)

We return from shopping both happy, both immersed as Daddy and little in our DDlg lifestyle. You love us going out in public as Daddy and little, to look at us no one would be able to know the true dynamic of our relationship, and that's just the way we like it. But while out with you, as your little, you do have certain rules just as at home you expect me to follow;

Unless it isn't possible, I must hold your hand at all times. If I am not holding your hand I must remain by your side, not wander off, pay attention to you and not become distracted. That is certainly the hardest rule for me to obey when we are out together. I mustn't argue, or keep asking for something if you say no. If I want to do anything while out I ask your permission always using 'please'. It doesn't matter if I want to go somewhere, do something, look at something, go to the toilet even. Regardless of your answer I must also always thank you, even if you have denied my request.

Finally, I must still address you in a respectful manner that respects our dynamic, and continues to honour you as my owner. I can still address you as Sir or Daddy if I wish, but you also accept your name J. To ask you a question or to do something without using the proper address, and please, will not only likely see my request rejected, you will likely reprimand me verbally, and it always leads to me being punished when we get home.

If I begin to act up, my bratty side begins to shine through. A whispered reminder in my ear that you will scold me in public if you need to, has so far been enough to make be behave. Certainly (again) until we get home, where I often find you will punish me for my bratty or petulant behaviour. Yet another lesson I learned the hard way, through many occasions.

However, our shopping trip was a success, it didn't take long to get the items on my lists, you took me out for an early lunch as a treat for being a good girl, and before we finished shopping you had one more surprise for me. We entered a large department store, and proceeded to the nightwear section for women. Here you choose a specific pyjama set for me, and without asking me if I liked it moved on to nightwear for men. To my surprise they had almost the exact same set for men which you also picked out. As we exited the last shop, I said excitedly 'Daddy I had no idea you were getting us matching pyjamas too'. I'm loud enough for others to hear, but you are proud if anyone does, and any strange looks you may have gotten, you simply ignored, or never even noticed.

You took my hand, bringing me close to you, you bent down and kissed me, the kiss lingering as you embraced me. I drive you wild sometimes, and this week could not have been more perfect if you had tried. Far from keeping us apart, your absence, the long hours somehow brought us closer together. As you embraced me, your hands slid over my ass and you whispered in my ear 'can you still feel my belt little one'?

There are plenty of times you turn me on in little space, we simply don't act on it, and that moment was no different, as I felt my pussy start to tingle. 'Yes Daddy', I said back in a quiet voice. Taking my hand you lead me on saying 'good', adding as we walked 'I gotta hand it to you, I didn't think you would be able to be good all week, but I'm so proud of you. You have earned your fort weekend, I promise I won't take it away from you now'. I jumped up and down as we walked, making our way home, blissfully happy.

The Fort Part 2- Don't Call Me Daddy

Chapter 9- Finally Friday Morning

© L 2025

Taking my hand you lead me from the bathroom you have just carefully washed me in, into my bedroom. I follow quietly, your attentive, loving, gentle. You rub generous amounts of cooling lotion over the marks you gave me, both of us feeling such pride. Me because I know every mark you give me is a sign of pure love, pure ownership, that I feel honoured to have received. You, well you simply feel pride that I wear your mark with nothing but love and devotion. You put a thin diaper on me, with a further layer of lotion inside it to help soak into the reddest areas of my skin. You tell me not to use it, explaining that while the diapers do keep the urine away from my skin, you do not want any getting near me today.

You ease me into my leggings, and dress, ensuring any pain from your brutal play earlier is minimised. When I'm dressed, I sit between your legs on my bedroom floor, on a soft cushion while you dry and brush my hair. You are always so gentle, brushing my hair tentatively so you don't hurt me. As you get me ready, you continually tell me what a good girl I am, how proud you are of me, that you love me, that I'm the best little girl in the world. It's not one sided, I kiss you, cuddle into you, tell you how amazing you are, that you're the best daddy in the world too. Loving that our impact play sessions, no matter how sadistic, only bring us closer together, and leave me feeling a sense of spiritual oneness with my submission.

When I'm ready you take my hand and lead me downstairs, my head is now firmly in little space. You order me to sit at the table and look at the lists I've made. Sitting is difficult, very difficult, as I re-live the pain of my belting all over again. But I love the feeling more than I can explain. As you get my breakfast I look at my lists, you ask me to read out the first heading- Movies. You explain that our fort is going to happen for 2 days, and I've selected enough films to last almost a week. You also say I've written several movies on the list that are not appropriate for a little girl. So, you ask me to choose 8 films, but tell me they must be suitable for my age, reminding me that we may not get to watch all 8. You do however, also agree that we can watch a more adult film on Sunday evening to help us both move on into our adult lives, ready for Monday, and you will pick that. I grab my crayons and start to put stars next to the 8 films.

Movies

Toy Story

Toy Story 2 ☆

Bugs Life

Cars ☆

Cars 2

The Bee Movie ☆

Lilo and Stitch ☆

Monsters Inc ☆

Monsters Inc 2

The Little Mermaid

Beauty and The Beast

Frozen ☆

Moana

Lost Boys ☆

Die Hard

Die Hard 2

Die Hard with a Vengeance

Die Hard 4.0

Top Gun

Gremlins ☆

Halloween

Halloween 2

Back to the Future

Twister

Pretty Woman

Jurassic World ☆

Jurassic World 2

It doesn't take me long, and just as I tell you I have finished, you bring me my breakfast. You sit down, put my breakfast in front of you, take my hand and motion for me to sit on your lap. As I do you put one arm round me, and with the other hand, slide my list to you, to see what I've chosen. The first six you are more than happy with, though your heart sinks slightly when you see a star next to Frozen, again! You did wonder if I would choose any of the more adult films. You kiss the back of my head as I eat, 'princess', you say gently, 'firstly you've chosen nine, not eight'. Secondly, when you're little your not 15, so we're not watching Lost Boys or Gremlins, and you're not 12, so that's Jurassic World out too. I let out a small 'awww' through a mouthful of cereal. You take my crayon and star Toy Story, as well as Monsters Inc 2. You cross out Lost Boys and Gremlins, but not Jurassic World. You tell me that can be our Sunday movie, because you know I love dinosaurs. But I don't fight you, I nod and agree with you as I eat my breakfast.

'OK, your sweets list' you say smiling. I start smiling too, I know there is no way you would even contemplate buying me all the ones I listed, although I am slightly disappointed when you say, 'you can star three, and I will pick one'. I turn and look at you with a pleading look 'but Daddy', I say nuzzling your neck. You might love me being cute, but I've never yet been able to change your mind, no matter how hard I try. Stroking my hair you tell me to eat my breakfast, and choose three. Your just firm enough with your tone to tell me not to argue with you, without you actually saying anything further. Taking a long time I end up putting a star against, fruit pastels, strawberry laces, and squashies. You happily agree to buy a reasonable amount of snacks, and firmly tell me you'll be choosing them.

'Right toys'. You say moving us on, as you want to get to the shops. 'You'll be using both your blankets out your pink blanket box in your room, won't you'? 'Yes Daddy' I mumble with another mouthful of cereal. 'So, here's the deal with your toys. You can bring as many toys downstairs into the fort, that you can fit in that box', you say firmly. The box is a decent size, and I'll get most, if not all my toys in it that I want in the fort. But you add 'I'm not being responsible for keeping your toys tidy, if they get in the way, if they get broken, if I step on even one piece of Lego, all the toys go out, and you'll feel my hand or worse when I bend you over my knee, understand'? You say smiling, with an undertone of seriousness, as you playfully bite my ear and kiss my neck. I nod my head saying 'yes Daddy', and decide I won't chance my Lego, you become grumpy Daddy very quickly when you stand on the pieces.

The next list, is the list I made for the blankets we will need. As I finish my breakfast you now slip both your arms round my waist. You tell me you don't mind what I use, how messy the house gets, but that on Monday you expect the house to be tidied while you work from home, everything put back, and both our beds made, before I spend the day relaxing. I agree, promising to be good and do that. Finally you get to my fort rules, 'you're brave, putting these rules in place', you say smiling. But, they are not for you I say, and I clarify they are only when we are in the actual fort, they don't apply to the rest of the house. You agree no alarms, and after some negotiation we agree no using mobile phones, tablets or laptops, with the exception that you keep your mobile in the fort and on and you will check it from time to time.

The fort will be my little space for the next few days, and given how much you have used me, you don't necessarily see us having sex over the weekend. So yes you agree to no sex, and no spankings except over the knee, but make it clear if you order me out the fort for any reason then you expect me to do as I'm told. You also tell me to add to the fort rules 'no brattiness', adding if you start to see me being bratty, and I don't stop, you will remove me from the fort to punish me. Then you approach my 'no bed time' fort rule. 'Did you honestly expect me to agree to that', you ask turning me to look at you. 'Kinda daddy', I say smiling. 'No, absolutely not. You can take that one off. If I don't set you a bed time, you will be up all night'. Your again firm in your voice, I know there is no negotiation, but I don't move, my mind considering my bargaining options. 'Don't push me' you say sternly, giving me your 'commanding' look, and I immediately turn and put my crayon through the no bed time rule. You happily agree to the others, and finish by reminding me that all my usual rules still apply, today, over the weekend. Breaking any rule will be dealt with in the same way they always are.

The Fort Part 1 Getting to Friday

Chapter 8- The belt

**Trigger Warning**

This chapter of the story is based on a consensual play scene that I have done. However, I recognise this could be triggering for some. It doesn't need to be read in order for any reader to keep up with the overall story, so take care of yourselves first!

© L 2025

Despite wanting to sleep in you wake relatively early around 8am. You check my monitor and I'm still asleep. You head to your ensuite to freshen up and then make your way downstairs to the kitchen, definitely needing coffee before you tackle the day ahead. As you stand looking at the many lists I've made, including what sweets we will need for the weekend, you can't decide if I'm planning a long weekend or to open my own sweet shop. 'Not a chance am I buying all these for one weekend', you mutter to yourself smiling. You make yourself a coffee as well as toast, and bring up the news on your phone. Just then you get the usual ping on your phone that noise has been detected from my monitor. You check the app, you see me sit up rub my eyes, then lay back down cuddling my teddy. You slowly finish your breakfast, not rushing, the rest will do me good. You scan the main headlines, and read an article on the advancement of AI in the construction industry. When you've finished, you head to my room. I'm now awake as you enter, unlocking my crib you motion for me to stand, holding out your hand. 'Did you sleep OK princess'? You ask in a gentle loving tone. I nod my head and say sleepily 'yes Daddy'. You place me on my changing matt. Remove my diaper and clean me. I lay back, almost falling back to sleep.

When I'm clean you pause for a moment, you can either keep me in little space, or, use me one last time before little space consumes me for the next few days. You are still feeling pent up from last night, and need a release. You bend down and kiss my stomach, you can't wait any longer. I sit up as you don't generally kiss me like that after changing me, I meet your eyes, and I immediately see the flames of desire burning in them. 'Last night you wanted me to remind you what a real spanking felt like didn't you'? Your voice has changed, you're not quite gentle loving Daddy anymore, and it's exciting. Knowing you as well as I do, I know this is my decision. Say yes Sir, and I know what I will be getting. Say no Daddy, and you will put my pink fluffy bunny slippers on me and make me breakfast.

Fuck- I want you! This is no decision, I instantly say 'yes Sir', and you reply 'it's not Sir, it's Master- my bedroom now'! Pain always follows your command for me to call you Master, regardless of whether you are playing with me, or punishing me. When you are as I refer to you in 'Master mode', you are not to be fucked with, you are never more serious, never more sadistic. You can cause me pain that lasts for days, humiliate me in ways I beg you not to. Degrade me completely, until I am gladly cleaning the shoes on your feet with my tongue. You can order me to cook, clean, be your servant and then dismiss me at the end of the day without any further communication. Order me to bed straight after dinner, to think about my service to you, and I love it. You don't unleash the Master in you very often, but sometimes I do or say something that triggers you, and you allow it's freedom. It can take us both to the edge, both to areas of service that we only allow in our deepest, darkest fantasies.

I feel myself getting instantly turned on, the second I see the intention in your eyes, as soon as you order me to call you Master. I can't help but think the teasing is about to come back to haunt me, you can be brutal in 'Master mode'. But I don't care if it does, if you are. I instantly smile, and the little side of me evaporates instantly, as I move to your bedroom quickly saying 'yes Master'.

We enter your bedroom and I assume my inspection position. But other than a quick check, you have inspected me and played with me enough, you grab my head and push me face down onto the bed, saying nothing. I know better than to move, you are in complete control, my heart rate increases, endorphins flood my system. You take your wrist restraints, put them on me, then secure the cuffs to the single D ring in the centre, at the top of your bed. You place a pillow under me lifting my hips ever so slightly, my pussy lips coming into view. You take your ankle restraints and spreading my legs wide, attach each ankle to corner D rings either side at the bottom of your bed. I hear you open a drawer and remove something, then I feel you place straps around my legs. These have adjustable spring loaded clamps attached, and ensuring the clasps are much tighter than I prefer you secure them to my labia, pulling it open, stretching me wide. When they aren't as tight the feeling can be sensual and erotic. This tight, the pain rips through me, and doesn't stop. I cry in pain and continue to moan, never getting used to them. Getting back up you stride to your impact toys on the wall. Sometimes you will take a while to choose which one you will use, and the time it takes can overload my mind and senses. But not today, you go straight to your belt, you take it from its hook and approach me.

You say nothing until after the first strike that comes down across both my ass cheeks with a loud whip like crack against my bare skin that echoes round the room. The strike hits me like a fire blazing at a thousand degrees, much harder than I expected. I let out a loud screech, 'oh fuck' I cry loudly, and you half chuckle saying 'I told you, you should be careful what you wish for sub'. This isn't the usual gentle reminder of your dominance, your love of sadism is ripping through you. This is going to hurt, really hurt, and my heart beats quicker as I allow myself to sink into the pain you are about to inflict. I grip the chain that restrains me, linking the cuffs I cannot remove, to the D ring in front of me. My pussy, my cunt aches, even feeling the pillow next to it is enough to make me almost cum.

You continue striking me, each crack sounding like thunder, and while you back off the strength that you started with, the pain is still barely tolerable. You strike me semi hard, over and over, I go from wet to flooded in seconds. Your belt keeps me grounded, to me it reinforces more than any other toy your complete ownership of me. Even after several years of owning me, I never get tired of the reassurance it provides, even if it does hurt like hell. While I am sure many submissives fear the belt, I am in awe of it, and everything it represents between us. Yes you use it to remind me of my place, to affirm your control, to punish me, especially when I have been a brat. But I need your belt as much as I need to be tied up or fucked. As the strikes get harder, the welts become more pronounced, my ass, thighs and legs turn bright red, then slowly that red shade deepens. You switch sides to ensure the strikes are even, You don't ask me to count but as I try to keep a note in my head, I loose count around strike 23, and you are not done.

As you strike me you ask me; what I am, who owns me, what my purpose is. I respond to each question individually, instantly, every time, even if many of my answers are combined with my cries, or said through gritted teeth. After what you guess is fifty plus strikes, several deep welts rise from my skin. Just as bruising starts to form, you suddenly stop, and in that instant I want to cum, I can't hold it any longer. You can tell how close I am, you smirk walking round to look at my face. I am shaking, fighting my restraints, 'please Master', is all I manage to stutter, 'you can cum you filthy whore', you say moving back down, you line up one final strike and you hit my spread lips perfectly. Within milliseconds I scream cumming uncontrollably, and you smile watching my body writhe as I release.

As my body finally returns to earth, you remove my ankle restrains, and finally putting your belt down, you approach me, lifting my head to meet yours, my eyes are watering as you would expect to see. 'Who owns you and allows you pleasure'? 'You do Master'. 'Don't ever fucking forget it! Now, thank me'. I instantly say 'thank you Master' as I look up smiling at you, my body so turned on, feeling so completely submissive.

Walking away from me to replace the belt back on the wall, you order me to kneel. It isn't easy manoeuvring myself when my wrists are restrained to the top of your bed. Moving with the clamps firmly holding on to my labia is torture, you know it is, and in this moment you don't care, my pain brings you pleasure. But I move as quickly as possible to kneel before you return to me. You take off your pyjama bottoms, and your cock stands completely erect. You climb onto the bed behind me, with your cock in your hand, you line it up with my dripping hole, ready, open, willing and with some force slide it into me, hard. You feel my body jerk pleasantly under you, as your hips meet my raw thighs and ass, I can't help but cry in pain again. You grab my hair, pull it hard, and moans of pure ecstasy escape my lips. The pain is unimaginable, the heat from my belting, the clamps holding me open, but I am never more turned on than when you take me to the edge. Right now my pleasure is of no concern to you, you fuck me because you own me. But the fact I love you using me, causing me pain, and get wet and turned on when you fuck me in this way, definitely adds to your enjoyment.

You say nothing, you don't need to, I push back on your cock, fucking you as hard as you fuck me. But just as we hit a good rhythm you pull out, I feel you circle your hard cock over my ass, and start to push in. I know to relax as much as I can, I know to accept your cock, but you always feel the smallest amount of resistance from my body, and that is exactly why you have been wanting to fuck my ass ever since last night. That resistance turns you on more than almost anything else. You enjoy breaking through it, feeling my body completely submit, in these moments I am nothing more than an object to you. But it is also these moments of complete submission that you love and treasure the most.

You fuck my ass harder, you want me to feel you, to know you do this because you can, without saying anything. You want your body and actions to speak for themselves. You grab my throat, pull my hair harder, you call me names such as cum slut, worthless whore, your property, all rhetorical, you don't wait for me to acknowledge what you call me. You push my face into the bed with your foot, as you fuck my ass hard, pushing my limit as you feel my body buckle and writhe in pain and pleasure as I moan, then scream louder and louder.

Eventually you feel yourself ready to climax, ready to explode. You pull out as you cum, covering my hair, back and ass. You stand for a moment catching your breath, admiring my naked cum covered body, marked by your belt, my used cunt dripping. An image that almost makes you hard and want to fuck me all over again. You remove the clamps quickly, and I scream. The sudden rush of blood back into my labia is powerfully intense, thankfully the sharp pain only lasts seconds. You release my cuffs from the D rings, although you don't take them off my wrists. You slide onto the bed beside me, and brush the hair from my face gently, the complete opposite of how you were treating me only moments ago. 'How are you feeling', you whisper. 'I'm fine Master', I whisper back, my voice cracking with a thousand emotions. 'You can stop calling me Master, you've been truly wonderful, are you warm enough'? You ask me and I nod my head, replying 'yes Sir'. You stand back up and as you walk to your shower you order me to stay lying down until you return.

As much as I sometimes need time to process what you have just done to me, you also do too. That is exactly why you didn't ask me to join you in the shower, why you didn't order me to wash you. Why, as soon as you are dressed you will take me to my bathroom and wash me. As you wash, you think about the day and weekend that lies ahead of you. You are so excited, but decide to definitely take a nap later to catch up on some sleep. You step out the shower and dry yourself quickly. Aware I am still laid down naked on your bed. You walk through to dress and notice I have fallen back to sleep.

Not waking me you head to my bedroom, lay out a little outfit for the day for me, a diaper, soft leggings and a warm soft dress that will feel soothing next to my skin, and a cardigan. Once everything is ready you return and wake me up slowly, telling me 'Daddy wants to get you ready princess'. As you lead me by the hand gently to the large bathroom, where you intend to lovingly, and carefully wash me in the oversized double shower. You feel me suddenly resist you and you turn to me asking 'princess, what's wrong'? I look at you confused, and say 'Daddy, why aren't you working'? A smile crosses your face and you take a step towards me and kiss me, 'I'm not working today, I have it off, so we can spend the day getting ready for our weekend. I'm taking you shopping as soon as you are ready', I let out a delighted yelp, and move into your arms. This weekend really is going to be the best weekend ever!

The Fort Part 1 Getting to Friday

Chapter 7- Protective Daddy

© L 2025

I am up before you getting ready for work, or as we generally refer to it, 'school'. You come down stairs and kiss me on my forehead. 'Good morning Daddy', I say hugging you. 'Good morning princess', you reply, squeezing me tightly. 'Are you ok'? You ask as your hands caress my body, and slide over my sore bottom. 'Oh yes Daddy', 'good, I want you in a diaper all day today little one, you can choose if you use it or not'. 'Okay Daddy, thank you'. I say not wanting you to let go, however, eventually you do let me go.

As you gather your work things, you tell me you'll be really late tonight. You order me to make sure the house is tidy, eat well, drink my water and take myself to bed on time. You tell me you'll be checking the monitor in my bedroom, so you remind me not to be a brat, just because you aren't home. You praise how well I've behaved this week overall, and say you will eat late at your office. When I ask if I can make you breakfast you smile, kiss me on the lips and turn, saying you'll grab something on the way, with that you head out the door.

I finish my breakfast, of coco pops, and orange juice as I rarely drink hot drinks in little space. I finish getting dressed, putting on a diaper as ordered, and I head to leave for work myself, looking at my A3 plan for our fort at the weekend, tonight I finish it and make a sign to hang in the fort with our initials. Just then I get a great idea, and I eagerly take out my phone and text you;

- Hi Daddy, do you think if I promise to be careful you will let me use my glitter for our fort sign?

Within a few minutes you text back

- As long as you really are careful this time, I will get it for you from my office tomorrow, just grabbing coffee, be good, love you x

I let out a squeak of happiness and reply instantly

- Thank you Daddy, love you too x

You put your phone away as you finally retrieve your coffee to go from the barista. You smile, and say thank you. But your mind is firmly thinking of me. You're not surprised I've woken in little space, after the degrading way you used me last night. You head to work, the mental images from last night in your mind, today needs your full concentration, it won't be easy!

My work day passes with ease, I enjoy feeling the heat of the welts that you gave me last night with your tawse. You didn't hit me too hard, and I know as the day continues, the feeling will subside, and by tonight the tingling sensation and most of the redness will be gone, much to my disappointment.

As much as I enjoy sometimes wearing a diaper to work, and having that 'little' feeling with me through my working day. I do not use my diaper, it can be humiliating, and although my diapers fit well, they hold a lot of fluid, waddling as I move around with a full diaper isn't the look I am going for today at work. Little space will have to wait until I am finished being a grown-up. Although it seems to take forever to get to 5pm, as soon as it does I head eagerly out the office, shouting the usual goodbyes to my colleagues, to make my way home. Because for me, my working week has ended, I am now off from work until Tuesday. I head home smiling, I have my evening of little space planned, and I intend to make the most of it.

When I get home I change out my work clothes, put on one of my 'little' outfits. A pink and white onesie with a pink skirt. As I change I text you a picture of what I'm wearing to tease you, adding the text:

-Home from work safely Daddy, kisses L x

You felt your phone buzz in your pocket immediately, but you were unable to check it, and you are glad you excused yourself from your colleagues when you did. My picture has the desired effect I wanted, and you re-adjust yourself texting me back:

'You're a very naughty girl, how is your bottom now'?

I can't help but smile, I love teasing you and reply:

- 'Yes I'm naughty, you know you wouldn't have me any other way! Not sore, redness has gone already- unfortunately! ?'.

- 'Be careful what you wish for little one'

- 'yes Daddy, love you L x'

- 'Daddy loves you too'.

You put your phone away, too many more distractions and you'll be working past midnight.

I tidy up, hoover, make dinner, then clean the kitchen. I hurry because I am desperate to put the final touches to my fort plan. Very soon I'm back at the dining table, with my sippy cup, cookies, and my Disney songs playing, though not as loudly as the other day, heeding your warning. The lists for the weekend include; movies, sweets, snacks, toys, blankets and pillows, and the fort rules. Now I am most definitely not allowed to give or set you rules, I will certainly never forget the time I did, and I will never repeat that mistake! However, these are for both of us, not just you, so I think I will get away with it.

Movies:

Toy Story

Toy Story 2

Bugs Life

Cars

Cars 2

The Bee Movie

Lilo and Stitch

Monsters Inc

Monsters Inc 2

The Little Mermaid

Beauty and The Beast

Frozen

Moana

Lost Boys

Die Hard

Die Hard 2

Die Hard with a Vengeance

Die Hard 4.0

Top Gun

Gremlins

Halloween

Halloween 2

Back to the Future

Twister

Pretty Woman

Jurassic World

Jurassic World 2

Sweets:

Fruit Pastilles

Wine Gums

Cola Bottles

Starbursts

Liquorice Allsorts

Haribo Tangfastics

Haribo Starmix

Jelly Tots

Strawberry Laces

Love Hearts

Lemon Sherberts

Pear Drops

Maoam Stripes

Black Jack's

Drumstick Squashies

Flying Saucers

Vimto Fizzers

Red and Black Gummies

Fizzy laces

Marshmallows

Snacks:

Crisps

Biscuits

Cookies

Toys:

The 4 teddies from my bed, Radcliffe, J, Big Teddy, and Care Bear

My doll Rosalie

My collection of My Little Ponies

My lego

Uni and Fluffy my Unicorns

The 6 teddys from my floor Sully, Jessie, Olaf, Lightning, Mater and Stitch

Blankets and pillows:

All the pillows and duvet from my bed

All the pillows and duvet from your bed

Both spare duvets

My dog bed

My dog bed blankets

The sofa cushions and blankets

Fort Rules:

No alarms

No using mobile phones, tablets or laptops

No sex- but Daddy is allowed to touch and tease me

No bed time

No spankings except OTK

Must cuddle

Must eat in the fort

Must sleep in the fort

I have also drawn a fort plan of where the blankets and pillows will go, where my toys will sit, as well as both you and me. As I finish my sippy cup, and cookies I finish the outline of the fort banner ready to cover in glitter tomorrow.

Very excited and very pleased that I got everything finished, I check the time. It's 9.36pm, and I'm getting tired. So I check all the locks on the doors, refill my sippy cup, get more cookies, and go to my bedroom. While I haven’t used my diaper today, I put on a fresh one, get into my onesie pyjamas, put my hair in bunches and take out my pacifier. Then get into my bed, I snuggle down under my blankets to watch the Disney film The Lion King. You check my video monitor at 10.15pm, it's not my bedtime yet but you see I have fallen asleep with my tablet playing, surrounded by cookies and you just smile and shake your head. Wondering if it's time you start limiting how many cookies I can have at any one time, as well as a curfew for when I am to stop eating them. You're happy to hear and see The Lion King in full musical number on my tablet, its clear to see I'm in full little mode, still sucking on my pacifier.

You are almost finished, and you complete the last of your report as quickly as possible, the Daddy Dominant in you wants to be at home with me. At 11pm you are finally done, and able to head home. You unlock the front door and enter a clean quiet house. You see my finished fort plan covered in cookie crumbs, you head to a cabinet and take out your favourite whisky and pour yourself a glass, it's been a very very long day, and you need to unwind. The fort idea at the start of the week was a way for you to distract me from the fact you were busy this week, you knew you would likely play with me, quite rough at times, but as the week has progressed you know you've been getting more and more excited too.

You take your whisky upstairs and come into my room. You take my tablet that is now playing another Disney film and turn it off, you remove the now empty plate, and turn off my lamp, my night light glows enough for you to still be able to see, and you brush your hand over my face, moving my hair from my eyes. I stir, wake up, and you smile softly. Pulling back my blanket, you un-pop the fastening of my onesie around my crotch. Checking my diaper you clearly see the tabs are not properly secured. You undo them, and gently roll me to the side so you can check how sore I still am from your twase. I was right, there is now no sign you even used it on me.

You shift the diaper properly under me and reattach the tabs to hold it in place. 'Just checking you baby girl, you sure you're not still sore'? 'No I told you Daddy', 'you did but always better to check...unfortunately you said in your text..unfortunately? Hmm, I'll remember that next time I get my tawse out'. 'No, I didn't mean it Daddy', I say giggling. 'Oh, you didn't mean it'? You ask giggling back. 'Lying to your Daddy, you really are being a naughty girl'! You exclaim teasing me. 'Maybe I need to remind you what a real spanking feels and looks like'? 'Now Daddy'? I say sounding and feeling instantly excited. 'No, definitely not now baby girl', you say calming the atmosphere down.

You redo up my onesie, tuck me in and you secure the sides of my crib, and smiling once more you say softly 'I'm sorry for waking you'. 'What time are you getting up tomorrow Daddy'? I ask, knowing now I am secured in my crib the only way I can get out is when you let me out. 'You are wearing your diaper, so we don't need to get up early. We both need a lie in', you say in response to my question. You take the pacifier that had fallen out my mouth and place it back in, and watch my eyes close. As you wish me sweet dreams, you pick up your glass of whisky and leave my bedroom, closing the door behind you, and you stand for a moment on the landing.

Your intention was to head to your bedroom, but you glance up the corridor to your office, not that you can directly see the door, but after having the images of me from last night in your head all day, my teasing picture earlier, and checking me just now, you are aroused, and your office beacons you. Before you really think about it, you unlock the door, enter, and sit in your comfy desk chair, you set your whisky down and turn on your computer. But not for work, very soon you are bringing up your favourite porn site and scrolling through the latest uploads. Your not even sure you will play with yourself, but you enjoy watching porn to unwind, and having teased you, you are definitely turned on. Yes, you could go down the hall and use me right now, but you won't, it is far more important to you that I rest. As you drink your whisky you scroll through clip after clip on the porn site, you find a few short films, one of a Dominant belting a submissive, this definitely grabs your attention!

As you watch the film, you hear a noise down stairs. Initially you ignore it, our house like most, make noises. However you hear another noise, and while you don't get up you no longer pay attention to the submissives cries as her ass turns purple and she drips freely all over the floor. Then you hear another noise, and you instinctively go into protective Daddy mode. You get up from your chair head out your office, and work your way quietly to the top of the stairs. You don't hear any other sounds, but you're not taking chances, so you head down the stairs cautiously. All is quiet except for a blind flicking against a small envelope size window that has been left open. You close the window, and make one last check of the house including the doors. Heading back up you open my door to check on me, seeing me sound asleep, you decide to head straight to bed...forgetting to close and lock your office door.

The Fort Part 1 Getting to Friday

Chapter 6- Good dog

© L 2025

Once I have turned, I push my ass up and spread my legs, my opening glistening before you. You stroke my body with your hands. Down my back, down my tail, down my legs. Then one hand on my leash pulling my head up and slightly back, the other on my hip, you line up your big throbbing member, and push quickly into me. My body lurches forward with the momentum, and I bite down on my toy making it squeak as I let out a large moan of pure bliss. I haven’t even realised I have made the toy squeak until the tawse across my ass snaps me back to reality. 

You fuck me deep and hard, letting out your own animalistic groans of pleasure. Fucking me harder and harder, it takes all my concentration to stay on all fours as you fuck me vigorously, intensity building, I needed this, wanted this, and fuck I need to cum. Being used, reduced to an animal, unable to even tell you how much I enjoy how rough you are being. When the toy squeaks, I feel the inevitable sharp sting, wholy shit it hurts, but it feels euphoric after having you absent for two days. You fuck me roughly, your objective to make the toy squeak. My objective to make it not, while not buckling under your thrusts.

The sex is relentless, primal, and continues far beyond what I expect, you enjoy feeling every stroke rubbing against the plug, I do everything to not cum, I do not have permission. But eventually you slow and pull out. We both take a moment, we are both out of breth. The toy in my mouth is soaking from my saliva. 'Turn to face me bitch', you say still panting. I turn slowly, my body still tingling. Facing you, you hold out your hand and tell me to give you the toy. I drop it once again in your hand and you set it to the side, and take your water bottle, ordering me to open my mouth. You hold the water bottle up and allow me to drink from it.

Not too much, just to rehydrate for a moment, then you take a long drink yourself. Putting it down, you stroke my head, and without saying another word you pull my leash so my head comes face to face with your cock. I instinctively open my mouth, but without an order to suck your cock I resist, although I can't help but lick the tip. 'Oh, want my cock that badly'? You ask and I 'ruff, ruff', licking it again. You stop teasing me, and slide your cock into my mouth and throat. I suck your cock as you thrust deeper, feeling the back on my throat. While you can enjoy watching me suck your cock like the hungry whore I can definitely be while you sit back. You prefer fucking me, playing an active role in using my mouth just as you do all my holes.

They are yours, you own them, you fuck them when and how you want. Allowing me to pleasure your cock allows me control, and that is something you seldom give. As you fuck my mouth I feel myself getting closer and closer to cumming. My hips gyrate, I am literally a dog in heat, wanting one thing. I don't even realise I am thrusting as if you are still behind me, and when you notice you slam your cock down my throat and hold my head so I can't move. I instinctively struggle, and you order me to look at you. With my throat full of your cock, my face buried in your crotch, I glance up at you as much as I can. My eyes water from the pressure, I fight my gag reflex, and a tear falls down my cheek. When I stop struggling you say, 'you really think my bitch gets to cum before her owner today'? 'Ooff', I attempt to say, although it's completely unintelligible. 'Good, I didn't think so. After me catching your music too loud, you are very close to having your fort weekend taken away'.

I know you are being more than serious, so I calm myself, and you feel my throat relax just very slightly. Slowly you again start fucking my mouth, but I no longer thrust, or move my hips. My desperation to cum hasn't dissipated, but I don't want to disappoint you. I let you fuck my mouth just like any other hole, I suck you, desperate to please you, saliva drips down my chin and your cock glistens. The relentless fucking of my pussy already made you ready to explode, but today you want to cum on me, not in me. You pull out and within seconds cover my face, hair, some of my back. You wipe the remaining drips on my lips, on my face, and you slowly slump back on the bed, admiring me. I sit up and it drips down onto my tits.

You love seeing me wear your cum. Without direction I don't move, until you finally order me to run you a hot bath. As I step from the bed I once again get onto all fours, and you watch me crawl into your bathroom, my tail swinging from side to side. I run your bath as ordered and when it is ready you pick up the bottle of water, and fill my dog bowl with some, finishing the rest yourself. You walk into the bathroom stroking my head, down my back and stroking my tail on the way past, saying 'good dog'. As you step into the bath you order me to drink all the water in my bowl, and tidy the bedroom ready for you. 

I crawl away from your view, and you sit back and relax. I crawl to my bowl and drink half the water, lapping it up, thirsty after our play session. I straighten your bed, put your clothes from the day into your laundry along with my dog toy, and place the tawse back on the wall, still feeling the strikes from it. I only stand when I have to, the rest of the time I do as you order, and crawl. Finally, I return to my water bowl and finish my water as ordered. Then return to you in the bathroom. You order me to relax and I sit on the floor of your bathroom, taking the weight off my knees.

Having already washed yourself, a few minutes later you get out, grabbing a new warm towel from the towel rail. Drying yourself you unclip my leash, ordering me to get in the bath on all fours, and as I do this you disappear into your bedroom, you put on some shorts and return to me. You bend down and wash me lovingly. When you reach my tail you remove it, washing it, and then clean my ass. You place two fingers in my pussy and I instantly moan with pleasure. 'I said you wouldn't cum before me, I never said you wouldn't cum at all'. You tell me gently, as you finger fuck my pussy deeply, hard, playing with my clit, within moments I am turned on, fucking your fingers, the water splashing. It's tempting to continue to call me derogatory names, as I literally fuck your fingers like a dog, but you refrain. 'You want to cum don't you' you say gently, and I answer 'ruff'. You don't make me beg, you don't make me work for it, this is my reward for being a good little bitch for you tonight.

Seconds later I scream cumming on your fingers, gripping the bath for stability as I finally get the release I have desperately wanted, and needed. Once I have cum you go back to washing me. Cleaning the drying cum from my body, my tits and my face, and you wash my hair. When you are satisfied I'm clean you order me to stand and get out. You dry me with as much love and kindness as you washed me, my aftercare your only priority now as you say 'you'll be sleeping in your dog bed tonight, but as my girl, not my pet. You can speak, and walk normally'. 'Thank you Sir', I reply as I let you lead me to my bed. 

Chapter 5- Alpha

© L 2025

Standing over me, I know this is about to go one of two ways, but before I have any more time to think about it, you smile, and hold your arms out. You've missed me far too much. I jump up and into them, kissing your face, your neck and I whisper 'sorry Sir..fuck I missed you'. We embrace, kissing and holding each other, and then eventually you put me down. Without saying another word you point one finger up in the air and rotate it in a circular motion, giving me the hand signal to undress.

Instantly I obey you, smiling. My eyes telling you I want you, I want my Dominant, I want my owner, you've brought in the leash for a reason, and I want it! I want to be stripped of my human self, degraded to nothing more than your pet. I want to feel your cock own me, your words to control and convey in this moment what I am to you. It only takes me seconds to undress and I stand in my usual inspection position. You usually inspect me without saying anything. But you've not seen me in two days. Your tone full of authority you ask 'did you go to bed on time, and get up on time for work without being late, while I was away'? 'Yes Sir', I reply. 'Have you kept hydrated, drunk water through the days'? 'Yes Sir', I again reply.

You continue asking me questions, what I ate for lunch, what I ate for dinner, you ask me how my plans for the weekend are coming. Each time I reply in a fashion not too dissimilar to an army cadet answering their officer. Your inspection complete, your questions answered satisfactorily. You move round to the front of me, aware we are still in my room. As much as it is tempting to slap my erect nipples, you refrain. Taking my leash you clip it to my collar saying 'all fours now bitch'. I am in heaven, as I crawl on all fours behind you quickly, as you stride into your bedroom. 

Once in your room you shut the door, then you walk me to your chair. You sit while I remain on all fours at your feet. Being away from me feels unnatural, you sit stroking my head, just looking at me, soaking me in, remembering how pet play has evolved for us since the first days of you walking me on my leash. Pet play was definitely the last kink we added to our dynamic. Not immediately, it wasn't something either of us had been interested in before we met. Through the odd pet play session when we first started playing together, we realised it was something we both equally enjoyed together. 

Like everything in our dynamic we started slowly. It is tempting to dive in head first when you find a new kink. But we've always taken our time. It started with just you waking me on a leash. Then we decided to get me a butt plug tail. Shortly after you bought me my own dog bowl, engraved with my name on it. Then toys, and an outfit, though we have never progressed to buying me a hood of some kind with ears and a muzzle.

Finally, you surprised me one day by buying me my own human size dog bed. Slowly you introduced rules, these were discussed, agreed and added to my contract. They only apply when we are pet playing, but include that I must wear my tail at all times, only eat and drink from my dog bowl and my only way of communicating is barking. 'Ruff' for 'yes Sir', 'ooff' for 'no Sir'. Of course I may still use my safe words as normal at any time.

We also never pet play for long periods of time. As our love of it grew we once decided to spend an entire weekend in pet play. It started off well, we were both enjoying it, but later into the evening I started to resent being in pet space. Crawling constantly, not being able to talk, it just wasn't fun. You did what you wanted, watched TV you wanted. When you usually do this I am doing my own thing, in pet space I had a toy that I could only play with using my mouth, or I sat at your feet. That night I slept in my dog bed and when I woke in the morning as you leaned over the bed stroking my hair, you knew something was wrong.

You asked if I was okay, and rather than answering as your dog I simply said 'no...red', my safe word for stop immediately. Within seconds you had unclipped my leash, and you gestured for me to get into bed with you. Never have you ever been angry or disappointed when I have used my safe word. In fact when I do, you only feel proud. Knowing I feel safe enough and trust you enough to do what you need, to stop play safely and ensure I feel no further harm. Of course you immediately asked me what was wrong, and I explained how I felt the day before, and I woke knowing I couldn't go through another day like that. You definitely weren't disappointed, you agreed while it was fun for a few hours, you missed having your sub and little, and you said the house was way too quiet.

As you look down at me sitting patiently, your pondering thoughts give us both time just to be back in the presence of each other. But eventually you say 'stay'. Getting up, you retrieve my butt plug tail, and push it in me. Then you hand me two hair clips so I can put my hair in high bunches, just the way you like when I am your dog. Then you take out a small soft dog toy with a squeaker, as soon as you squeak it, I begin to wag my tail, shaking my bum from left to right. 'You want this'? You ask playfully, and I say 'ruff'. Then you throw it out my reach and say 'go get it'. With that I crawl to the toy and pick it up in my mouth playing with it, trying to find the squeaker. It is completely degrading, and I love it, I get incredibly turned on very quickly, I feel my pussy already soaking, and aching for your touch.

While I play with my toy you get undressed, and even go to your ensuite to splash some water on your face. You love watching me, it turns you on, seeing me reduced to an animal, unable to speak. When I find the squeaker with my mouth I squeak the toy over and over again. I do it because I can, but also because I know it drives you crazy, and all I want is for you to fuck me. It doesn't take you long to get tired of the squeaking, 'here now girl, bring your toy', you say sitting down on the edge of your bed. You hold your hand out and I put the toy in it. 'Good girl', you say, and then you pat the top of your bed and say 'up'. I jump up onto the bed, continuing to kneel and face you. Usually you would play fetch, go through some tricks with me, but tonight you want my obedient holes, now! 

'Does my dog want my cock'? 'Ruff', I say, my body language clearly getting more excited. You put the toy back in my mouth, get up and retrieve your Scottish tawse from its hanging position on your wall. You see my eyes light up, and my body tingles with nervousness, I am not a fan of your tawse. The sting it delivers is only marginally easier to accept than your cane. But you smile, despite holding an impact toy that I do not like or enjoy, I am still clearly excited and turned on. You grab my leash and pull on it making me listen. 'When I fuck your hole, you will keep your toy in your mouth, every time I hear it squeak, you get this', you say smiling gesturing to the tawse.

Fuck this is hot, this is what I need! Despite knowing it will hurt, I can't wait for the pleasure of your cock, and the pain of your tawse . 'Understand bitch'? You say not messing around, 'ruff', I answer though it is muffled, and as I do the toy inevitably squeaks. You strike my outer right thigh and edge of my buttock, and I let out a muffled cry. 'Now turn around, I want you to show your Alpha just how wet you are'. I turn immediately, my senses lighting up like a neon sign in Las Vegas. I know I am wet, knowing you were coming back today, I have been getting more and more turned on, feeling more and more submissive as the day has progressed, now being degraded, facing the real possibility of pain, I almost want to cum now, and we haven't even started.

The Fort Part 1 Getting to Friday

Chapter 4- Music 

© L 2025

It's Wednesday evening, I've just eaten dinner, the weather has turned cold, and I've put the heating on. While I am expecting you home tonight, you said you would be very late, you didn't want me waiting up for you, and to go to bed on time. I'm so excited you are coming home, I can't concentrate on the lists I am supposed to be making for our fort weekend. Downstairs feels too cold and empty, so I turn off the lights, lock the front door and head to my bedroom. You may have ordered me to go to bed on time, but I know I won't be able to sleep.

Although I don't know it yet, you planned to come home earlier to surprise me. The last two days have been difficult for both of us. We do spend nights apart, not all the time, but occasionally. When that happens we are both forced into an adult non-kink state of mind, especially the person who has gone away. We rarely communicate during our working days. Your control of me doesn't extend into total power exchange. I don’t ask for permission to use the bathroom, I don't tell you when I'm eating lunch, or what I'm eating. Occasionally you will ask, and you expect it to be nutritious and balanced. If it's not we have a conversation about it when we both can (generally at home, in private later that day), and if you feel a punishment is required, then you do so accordingly. So the days have been easy. The nights? Not so much!

Sometimes when either one of us is away we will video call if it's appropriate and we can. We can both get very creative at times, if I am home and you are away, you can find yourself giving me permission to enter your bedroom to play. Sometimes I will ask permission to sleep in your bed while you are away. But not this time, there is no playing, no several hour long conversations. The odd text from you is all I get, alongside a good night and good morning message.

That being said on Monday night around 8pm, your phone pinged you a message to say the monitor in my bedroom had detected activity. This isn't unusual, you get alerts on a fairly regular basis. But as you were working late by yourself you opened your phone and brought up my monitor. You saw me lying on my bed smiling and texting. While this sight usually brings you happiness. Unfortunately I am listening to my favourite music far too loudly. Now, the monitor does allow you to talk to me through it. But you know there is no way I would have heard you over the heavy metal screams of my favourite band.

So you sent me a text, 'hope you're having fun, call me'. You clearly saw me get the text from you, jump out my bed with excitement, go to my stereo, turn the music down, and get back on my bed. A few seconds later your phone rang, and it was me. 'Hello', is all you said. 'Oh Sir, I'm so happy to hear from you', I said speaking quickly, happiness in my voice. 'I was just wondering what you were doing, and if I was going to hear from you'. 'Do you know why I asked you to call me'? You asked, in a tone that made it known to me you weren't happy. 'Um...no Sir', I answered sitting up, you could see the look of worry on my face. I know that tone, I know what it means. What I didn't know, was why I was hearing it then. 'I don't understand Sir, I've been good, I haven't done anything wrong', I squeaked nervously. 

You can be in the same room as me, or miles away, the tone of your voice is all I need to hear to know I am in trouble. 'This is a warning', you said seriously, and you saw the look of worry on my face intensify. 'If I catch your music that loud again, there will be consequences, understand'? 'Yes Sir', I responded, looking at my monitor, as I realised you were watching me, my stomach churning with worry.

Now the monitor in my bedroom isn't an intrusion of my privacy. A couple of years ago we discussed using a monitor for you to be able to keep an eye on me. At first we only used it on certain nights after we played. But it bought a comfort to me that I wasn't expecting. It was nice knowing that you were there, their is a button on top I can use to alert your phone that I need you. It saves me getting up out of bed, and I can still reach it if I'm locked in my crib. It was my decision to have it on all the time. You were a little reluctant because you didn't like the idea of invading my privacy without me knowing, but as far as I'm concerned, I have nothing to hide.

So, our agreement is that I am in control of the camera in my bedroom, if you move it to another area of the house, then you take control until it is back in my room. At any time while it is in my room I can unplug it, and your access is stopped, with no consequences. In the time we've been using it I have probably unplugged it less than ten times. I unplug it if I am making or wrapping a present for you, occasionally if I want privacy on the phone. Twice I have unplugged it when we have argued. Not as Daddy and little, or Dom and sub, but as two adults who live together may argue. Because of our dynamic, we seldom argue, but, we are not perfect. 

'If our neighbours complain, you will be in a whole world of trouble. I'm not saying you can't play it, but be careful, and considerate'. You said now looking directly at me as I looked into the monitor. 'I will Sir, I'm sorry'. You took a deep breath, and with that, you moved on. You really don't hold grudges, once you have told me off, punished me, you move on. It is generally harder for me to move on than you. But that is all part of any aftercare, including this conversation.

Absolutely, aftercare needs and should include you taking care of me physically, but a small telling off needs aftercare too. Not to the same lengths, but to end the conversation straight after would be cruel. 'So tell me how your day has been', you said, moving the conversation on, relaxing your voice. It took me a moment to recompose myself, a moment you allowed and encouraged. We ended up talking for almost 30 minutes. So much longer than you planned, but you wouldn't have called, if you didn't have the time for me after. Even if it meant you would be later to bed than you originally planned that night.

***

It has been one hell of a Wednesday for you, travelling, back to back meetings. You come home at 9pm to a house in darkness other than a lamp on in the living room, and noise coming from upstairs. Once again I'm in my bedroom listening to my music, now it's clear it's not as loud as it was the other day, so I have listened to you. However, it is still too loud, you still heard it outside, and you're surprised the neighbours really haven't complained. You put your things down, get yourself a bottle of water, lock up, and head upstairs. You enter your bedroom first, set the water down, and take my leash from it's hook on the wall, and head into my room. Unlike my rule to always knock before entering a room you are in, you never knock, you walk in, it is part of our living arrangement that defines our dynamic on a daily basis.

I'm laying on my bed, text chatting with friends, and you head to my stereo and switch it off, making me jump. Before I can react, be happy to see you, you stride over to me, and bring my leash down hard across my thighs. As I let out a small cry, you say 'I told you, not so loud'. You take a black marker from my desk, returning to the stereo you turn it back on, and turn down the volume button to an acceptable level. Then you put a black mark on my stereo to indicate where the volume currently is. Without looking at me you say, 'if the volume goes above this line again, I will remove it from your room permanently. You did turn it down, but not enough'. I'm now sat on the edge of my bed, my heart racing as you approach me, the dominance in your eyes burning brightly. 

Chapter 3- Sunday 

© L 2025

I woke this morning in your bed, in your arms. Sore, and in complete blissful heaven. Your massage last night almost sent me to sleep, and I drifted off not long after. You watched a film on your tablet quietly, as I slept next to you. Your bedroom is always warm, so I sleep naked, and your eyes kept glancing at the welts across my ass and legs, you wanted to shout from the roof top how amazingly wonderful I was, but your eyes furrowed.

You had news to share with me in the morning that you knew would likely upset me. As you laid in bed, letting your mind freely drift you remembered a conversation we had a few weeks ago. As your little I asked for the hundredth time if I could build a fort in the lounge. The idea of having the entire lounge taken up with blankets and pillows for hours, food getting on everything, wasn't your idea of fun. But, you were softening to the idea, maybe you finally saying yes, would help deliver the news tomorrow.

When I woke I glanced up to see you already awake and looking at me. You kissed my nose and said 'good morning beautiful'. 'Good morning Daddy', I replied smiling. 'I am glad to hear I've got my little lady today', you said pulling me in close to you. There was a genuine kindness in your eyes as your arms wrapped themselves around me, as we laid in bed together. But we didn't stay in bed very long, we got up, we showered in your bathroom, and you dressed me. Downstairs you got us both breakfast. I asked for cookies, you said absolutely not! Now we were having a lazy Sunday morning in full little and Daddy space. While you watch TV, I am sat at your feet, playing with my doll and colouring in.

It's midmorning and you hand me my sippy cup saying 'please drink some water'. Far too engrossed in my colouring, I push your hand away and say, 'i'm not thirsty Daddy', I don't even look up at you, concentrating on my picture. You immediately grab my hair, not overly hard, just enough to make my brattiness listen, and you turn me to face you. 'Excuse me, this isn't a negotiation, drink your water, and look at me when I give you an order'. You say looking directly at me, with an unamused look on your face.

Right here right now, I have a choice, let my bratty side take over, continue to refuse, argue with you, accept the inevitable consequences of my bratty actions, as well as drink my water, or just do as I'm told. You know exactly what is going through my mind, you love my bratty behaviour, and you can't help but smile, very slightly. 'Well I guess you're going to bed early without sweets tonight' you say as you start to put my water down.

I lean over and take my water from you and drink it. You smile at me and pull me up onto your lap. When I finish drinking as you take my water, and you bend me over your lap. Lifting my skirt, you smack me twice relatively hard. I cry out in pain, my ass still sore and tender. Your hand reawakening the deep sting and heat that your crop bestowed on me last night. But it is just a quick reminder, and after two smacks, you sit me up 'don't take so long to answer next time', you say smiling, and I smile back at you. Snuggling into you as I say 'sorry Daddy'. I settle down on the sofa next to you, and you motion for me to lay my head in your lap. 

'What Disney film does my girl want to watch', you ask me, bringing up the Disney+ app on our TV. 'Frozen please Daddy', I say excitedly. 'Frozen, really, again', you say sounding exasperated. We watched that two weeks ago', 'please Daddy', I say turning my head in your lap and looking up at you. God dam it, it was hard to resist my requests as my Daddy. As long as I wasn't asking for something that you wouldn't approve of (cookies for breakfast), and as long as I was being good, you had no reason to say no.

Now, I ask to watch Frozen a lot, and you don't always give in, and you know I'd be just as happy watching something else. However, you've still not broken the news to me yet, and with that still on your mind, you simply sigh, and say 'ok, baby girl', and once more you hit play on a movie you will have in your head all week, again! Opening a small drawer in the side table next to you, you take out my pacifier and put it in my mouth. At least sucking on my pacifier, I won't sing along to every song. Grabbing a blanket, you cover me, and I reach down and grab my doll from the floor.

Half way through the film you pause it. 'I'm thirsty darling', you say yawning. 'Do you want me to get you a drink Daddy'? I ask. 'Yes okay', you reply, but as I go to get up, you say, 'actually, no, I will get it, I want a coffee and I don't want you dealing with hot water'. You get up, and head into the kitchen. The late night, and needing to get some rest before your week starts, makes you decide you finally need to talk to me. 

You come back through, and I can see the look on your face is one of concern, even if you are trying to hide it. As you sit down I go to snuggle back down in your lap, but you stop me. 'Baby, I need to talk to you about something before we finish the film', you say. My heart beats faster, this doesn't sound good, I go to straddle your lap but I hesitate slightly until you pull me onto you, so we are facing each other. 'What’s up Daddy, am I in trouble' I say worried, trying to rack my brain to remember if I've done something naughty. You slightly laugh saying, 'not that I know of this time'.

However, you then go on to tell me that unfortunately you will be very busy working all week. Monday and Tuesday you will be staying away as you have to travel to an office several hours away. Then, even though you will be back Wednesday, you will be working late every night for the rest of the week. You rarely go away for work, you rarely work late, but to go away and be late all week has never happened before. Although we have a rule that when our jobs need it, we will put them first, you see my eyes fill with tears. 'I am sorry baby girl, if didn't have to I wouldn't. I need you to be brave, to look after yourself, and I will check in with you when I can'. 

You can see me trying to hide the disappointment and upset that grows deep from within me, and consumes me. You knew it would upset me, as you spoke the words, and you saw my reaction, it upset you too. 'But, I have a proposition for you. If, and I mean if! If you can be a good girl, all week, do as I order, no brattiness, no arguing. Then next weekend we can build a fort in here on Saturday morning', you say gesturing around the lounge we are currently in. You continue, 'and be in it, together, the two of us, all weekend. Sleep in it Saturday night and hang out in it all day Sunday until tea time'. 

My eyes definitely still full of tears, shoot open as I shout out 'you really mean it? Like, really, really, really mean it Daddy'? I say starting to smile, my heart now racing with excitement, as I throw my arms around you. I kiss your face, your neck, your mouth. You kiss me back, but before you start becoming aroused I break away from you. Talking far too quickly I start telling you my plans, I start giving you lists of things I need. What I want, when I want it, how it will look, what we need to do. You eventually give me the hand signal (both your index fingers crossed), to stop talking and I do, almost out of breath.

You are happy to see me so excited, but you tell me that you won't even try to remember it all, that we've still got to get through the week first. You suggest I make a plan and write everything down, and as you feel me about to get off your lap you stop me. Not now, during the week, maybe while you are away or working late. But now, now we finish our film. I settle back down onto your lap, as you turn the film back on and drink your coffee. 

Chapter 2- Saturday Night Play Time

© L 2025

After going through my positions, you orderd me onto my pet bed to relax. No position, however I felt the most comfortable. You ordered me to drink from my dog bowl, and we just sat, listening to the music, you watching me, and me just relaxing. While it was tempting to break into conversation with me, you didn't want to break the dominating presence that had built, you in dom space, and me in sub space. There were no awkward silences when we were together, you never felt the need to fill the silence with talk, just for the sake of it. You had finished your whisky, and were rehydrating with a cold bottle of water. After ten minutes or so, you sat forward leaning on your arms and asked me if I needed to use the bathroom, I didn't, so answed 'no Sir'. 

You approached me, knelt down at the foot of my pet bed facing me, then slid your body up and over mine, pinning me down with your weight. 'You earned your reward within the first ten minutes of this exercise, I've not been this proud of you in a long time'. You said staring directly into my eyes. When ever you do, I almost feel unworthy to be looking back at you. But lowering my eyes when you talk to me like this you find disrespectful. You encourage me to own my submission, to be proud of it, and to allow myself to be vulnerable with you always.

You continued, 'I am not sure how serious I was when I said you might get a second reward, but tonight, you earned it', you said as you stroked my hair. 'So you have a choice' you say, twirling a strand of my hair around your fingertips. 'When I finish playing with you, in my bed after, I will give you a full body massage. Or, tomorrow morning I will bring you breakfast in bed, my bed'. If you weren't looking at me so seriously, I'm not sure I would have believed what you were proposing. But it didn't take me long to decide. 'Definitely a massage Sir, thank you', I said smiling. 'Of course my love', you said so gently, so tenderly.

Your eyes burned with desire, and you stood up, reaching out a hand, you gestured for me to stand. Completely changing your demeanour you said 'come slut', and taking your hand, I did. Without saying another word you lead me to my cage. But you didn't put me in it. The great thing about my cage is that it is tall enough for me to bend over it, it puts my ass in the air just enough for you to spank it, use it, or use my pussy. It gives you the perfect height, and it is completely solid so it can take my weight. The bars also allow you to order me to hold onto them, or allow you to restrain me to it. You didn't restrain me, you orderd me to hold onto the bars, and not let go. You picked up your crop, that you used to correct my positions. You swatted the back of my hands with the crop just slightly to remind me of the penalty if I did let go.

Moving behind me you positioned your self so that you could strike my legs, ass and thighs with the crop. You began softly, almost rhythmically tapping, mostly across my ass but down my legs as well. Every now and then you took a harder strike. Not as hard as you did when you corrected my positions, but I definitely felt it. My body jolted against the hard metal of the cage. It felt uncomfortable, and reminded me that my comfort was secondary to yours in that moment.

Impact play is definitely one of the biggest kinks we share, we always have done. It is hard to remember a time when you didn’t spank, flog, crop, paddle, belt me less than once a week. It always brought us close together, it defined our relationship perfectly. We both love and cherish the marks and bruises, I wear them with passion and pride. You enjoy watching your accurate strikes leave just the right mark, in just the right place. You will, and do spank me as a punishment, but your preference would always be, to leave marks on me for being good, not bad. Your strikes gained momentum, the mixture of pleasure and pain that I can sink my submission into were being delivered by you, one after the other. It didn’t take my pussy long to start dripping all over again. There was no mistaking you owned every part of me in the moment, my body, my mind. It allowed me to switch off, embrace my submission.

My cries became louder as you built up the impact to match that of your earlier correction strikes. My ass, legs, thighs, felt on fire. Then you stopped, I could hear you taking some deep breaths as you composed yourself, and I heard you return the crop to the wall. But I didn't let go of the cage, I didn't look behind me. I heard you undress, set your clothes aside and approach me. Your hands touched me first, caressing me, running your hands over my sore ass and legs. You bent down, kissing my head, your body arching over mine, pressing yourself into me gently, your erect cock automatically positioned so as you do, it rubbed my soaking wet slit. You pushed slowly inside me, and I felt whole, I felt complete.

As you fucked me slowly you continued to kiss my body, you didn't say a word, you didn't need to. You were thanking me, yes for being yours, you never took it for granted. But for tonight, for showing you just how much I honor you. 'I want you to cum, to soak my cock', you whispered gently. With that you thrusted harder and deeper, I moaned in ecstasy, so grateful. Knowing after how close I had been to cumming during my positions, that I didn't have to restrain myself any further. You reached a hand around and touched my clit, and almost instantly I came, my body buckling under yours, gripping the cage with such strength as the orgasm flowed through me. You allowed me to fully ride it out, embrace it, coating your cock in my fluid, my moans of pleasure bounced off every wall.

You pulled out of me, ran your cock up to the entrace to my ass and started to push. This is why you wanted me to cum, you wanted me to lube your cock naturally. You pushed firmly into me, the sensation almost took me over the edge, all over again. 'Take my cock slut', you said grabbing my hair, pulling it so my head was pulled up and back. A dressing mirror placed behind the cage allows you to watch me, see my expression, check I'm not letting go of the cage. Your thrusts deepen, become firm, quicker, my cries of pleasure and pain circle the room.

Enjoying my cries, my tight ass accepting you, the red welts glowing. You thrusted with vigor, owning me and then letting out your own primal cries you came deep in my ass. Your thrusting stopping, holding me tightly, inside and out.

Chapter 1- Saturday Night Positions

© L 2025

While its not a strict rule we play every Saturday night, more often than not we do. We have a day to chill out and relax after work during the day on Saturday, and we have all day Sunday to recover. Last night was a particularly intense play session mentally more than physically, that lasted hours. You ordered me to cook, requesting we eat early, and after dinner you ordered me to clean up quickly, and then join you in the lounge.

Once I did, you clicked your fingers and pointed to your feet, my signal to sit at your feet, rather than beside you. We watched tv for a couple of hours, and then you got up walked to your liquor cabinet and poured yourself a small whisky over ice. You also brought out my leash from your pocket. clipping it to my collar, you took your drink, and lead me up the stairs into your bedroom. You sat in your dark blue velvet dressing chair, set your glass of whisky down and ordered me to strip seductively for you, and when I had removed my clothes to kneel facing you. You often have music playing while we played, not loud, but we both find it helps us sink into a play session, so I turned it up, and stripped, making it last, teasing you. I love teasing you, it is one of the few ways I feel slightly empowered to take control, not something you relinquish very often. Finally naked, I knelt. You set your glass down, with it still half full, you would never play with me if you felt even slightly under the influence. But there was a long way to go before you would be fucking me. 

You then proceeded to tell me that you would be taking me through all my submissive positions, including your hand signals. You got up, strolled to your collection of toys and took your crop from it's hook. Returning to your seat you tapped it lightly over my thighs, and added that your crop would correct all imperfections in my positions. I left alive, instantly! I both love and loathe your crop. Your masterful swing can cause such pleasure or great pain, and knowing how important maintaining your positions are, and what they mean to you, getting any position even slightly incorrect could hurt.

But, kneeling before you, knowing the task before me, wanting to please you, my pussy flooded and tingled with anticipation. You took off my day collar, replaced it with a thick leather heavier collar, telling me you thought it might help me with my posture. You added you wanted as close to perfect as possible, and said if I pleased you enough I would spend the night in your bed with you. It had been just over a week since I last slept in your bed, and the idea that this would be my reward, pushed any notion I may have had to be a brat out of my mind. This was no joke, this was serious, and I genuinely didn't want to disappoint you. 

However, you started by asking me why I have submissive positions, why do we use them? There is definitely a right and wrong answer to this question. Learning these positions took time many years ago, at the time I learned why they were specifically important to you. 'My submissive positions allow me to show you my place in our relationship Sir. They allow me to serve you, honour you as my owner. We use them to keep me safe, to allow me to be vulnerable and completely at your mercy. They allow me to show you I am willing to let you do anything to me within the parameters of my limits and our contract'. After I finished speaking and couldn't help but smile, I knew I had nailed that answer, we both did!

You sat back, genuinely impressed, you love all parts of my submission, but you do have a slight favourite, and it was kneeling in front of you. Me and my submission, doing everything it can to please you. You forced yourself not to smile too, and instead said in an authoritative and dominant tone, 'You have started incredibly strong slut, keep it up and I may have to think of a second reward. Inspection position now'. As I stood I said 'thank you Sir', and you swatted your crop at my right thigh saying, 'do not speak unless I ask you a question or you need to clarify something, but if you do, ask permission first, understand bitch'? you snap. 'Yes Sir', I replied with straight away, already feeling my body aching for you, to feel you, my pussy practically starting to drip, and we hadn't even begun, as I stood up and assumed my inspection position.

Standing straight, chin slighty raised so I looked straight ahead. I placed my hands behind my head, my fingers intertwined. My legs spread apart. You like your submissive to spread their legs just slightly further apart than the usual position. You order me into this position on a regular basis, correct me when I could do better, so I put every effort into getting it just right. You took your time, looking at my position as well as using it to fully inspect me. Your crop, running over me lightly. So tempted to swat at my nipples or clit. But you had nothing to correct, it was as perfect as you could have wanted. 'Well done', is all you said, followed by 'Nadu position', your second most requested position.

I move quickly, kneeling, facing you. Sitting back on my heels, I spread my legs. Then I placed my hands on my thighs, with my palms facing up, and I looked straight ahead. Once you checked this position, you hand signalled for me to lower my eyes, by pointing two fingers (your middle and index finger) at your own eyes, turned both fingers to point at me, and then curled your fingers downwards. This is not a hand signal you use very often, as you prefer to speak these kinds of small position corrections, but you like to remind me you can still use it if you want.

As the night carried on, we went through each of my positions (over 20), taking a short break to allow me to rehydrate. You continued to swap so I wasn't standing or kneeling for a length of time. The crop was used when my position wasn't to your liking, and you didn't hold back. While you generally only struck me once for each correction, you did not go easy on me, your strokes were intentionally hard, intentionally cruel, almost taking you to the edge of how hard you would ever strike me. The strokes left deep red welts and it turned you on, it turned us both on. 

Well over an hour (nearly 2 hours) later you gave the final position command, 'wait position'. Standing from the previous position I stood straight up with my legs wide apart and my hands resting behind my back. By now the combination of your dominating presence, your orders, the crop being used was turning me on minute by minute more and more. As I stood my pussy juices dripped freely down my legs. I didn't care, I wanted you to know how turned on I was. You had already commented several times that you enjoyed seeing how wet I was becoming. I knew this was making you as horny as it was me.

As you approached me you put down your crop, your hands lightly touched my stomach, and I let out a gasp, practically cumming. You said nothing, you smiled slightly, as your hands traced slowly up my body. Over my erect nipples, you cupped my breasts ever so slightly. Reaching a hand down you glided two fingers over my pussy lips and I bit my lip. I was never allowed to cum without permission, and right now my body was on the verge of breaking that rule. I almost started to shake as your two fingers push up slightly into me, and brushed the entrance to pussy.

Coating both in my fluid, you removed them, and brought them up to your mouth and tasted me. No longer were my juices running down my leg, they were now dripping freely onto the floor, like a tap that hadn't quite been fully turned off. All I wanted was for you to throw me on your bed and fuck me as hard as you could allowing me to cum over and over. But I knew you wouldn't, not tonight, you were in complete dom space. You spent a long time using your hands to trace my body, you weren't inspecting it, you were admiring the most precious thing you own, me.