Its a struggle, isnt it?
The sides of the mind I mean.
You so desperately yearn for the punishment that you know is coming - your aroused, your heart is pounding, you imagine the sensations coming your way. Your sex heats up. . . .
And yet . . . .
You must maintain the other side of the equation.
You need to feel a level of fear, remorse even - you have disobeyed and now require punishment. You have disappointed.
If you are only aroused, it just isnt the same thing - if you are only afraid, well . . . Theres no sex in violence.
Likewise, the same applies for the disciplinarian.
The hunger builds, you've got your excuse. You visualize swift dominion over your prey. The sounds made from your implements, thier sounds made from your implements . . . your breath becomes rapid and shallow, you must focus to slow down your desire for release.. . . . To savor . . .
And yet . . . . .
You must also feel the loving responsibility of teaching, of training.
Your not supposed to get sexual gratification out of hurting someone . .
. . . . . . . . Are you?
Princess and her daddy knew the balance well, there had been many occasions over the past six years they have been together.
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Her foot shook rapidly side to side as she sat cross legged, patiently waiting, on the edge of her bed. She was very aware she was not wearing any panties. She felt exposed, violated somehow. "How could I have forgot", she thought to herself. Her mind wrestled with the idea . . . Was it intentional?
Princess knew when daddy said "go to your room" in that tone, she was in trouble. She could already feel the heat building down there.
"Did she hide it again?", he wondered as he searched a second time through the drawer it was usually in. He had to pause and take a deep breath, slow himself down. His eyes slowly swept the room, . . . out towards the kitchen - "last time", he thought . . . "I found it in the" . . . He opened the coat closet door, and without even looking reached his hand down around the front corner. "Found it sweetheart" he said to himself, grinning with satisfaction.
Daddy knew the wait time was crucial to the punishment. He had let her think about what she had done for the usual half hour, give or take. Too soon and the anticipation hasn't had enough time to build - too long and it begins to build frustration.
Princess was startled when the bedroom door suddenly swung open, lost in thought she didnt hear him coming this time.
He stood in the doorway for a moment, taking in the scene.
She un-crossed her legs, sat up straight and placed her hands on the bed. Her breath caught and she felt a hot rush when she saw the leather strap in his hand.
"It was an accident daddy" she explained, as he sat down beside her. She knew the sting of that strap very well.
"Sshhh" he comforted her, brushing her hair back.
"You know daddy loves you?" "Yes daddy", she replied with trepidation.
He leaned in and kissed her - his hand running up her thigh. Her legs parted, welcoming his touch, Her breath was hot. She let out a soft moan as he felt the heat between her legs - Himself pushing hard against his jeans, - maybe a half hour was too long. . . .
"We have rules for a reason baby girl, you know that, right?" "Yes daddy" her voice almost inaudible. He kissed her again and put his arm around her waist, pulling her towards his lap "it was an accident daddy" she resisted him, pleading "Over my knee princess" his voice stern "I will remember next time daddy, I promise" "over my knee!" He pulled harder. . . . .
