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Subject: The Saga Of Wendy Jo: My 1st spanking!
Date: Wed, 17 Sep 2008 00:52:10 -0400
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Daddy pushed me off his lap & I landed on my knees on the floor. I gave
him a smile of approval to let him know it was what I wanted. Then I
changed to an apologetic pout. Daddy looked down at me angrily saying,
"What am I going to do with you? I give you everything & this is how you
act...flaunting around, showing off...trying to make me look like a
fool." (Wow! Daddy was good at this) I looked up him, "I'm sorry Daddy."
batting my eyes at him. He shook his head, giving me a disapointed look,
saying, "Hah! now you think you can flirt your way out of
trouble...Well, 1st I'm going to punish you for being such a spoiled
slut, then I'm going to show you what will happen to you if you keep
flirting with those nasty boys...you may think you can tease them & walk
away, but sooner or later 1 of them is going to force you to follow
through." I looked up at him in wide eyed terror. (I was loving this
game, it was so intense!) Daddy told me to stand up & I did. Next he
pulled me over his knee & said, "Now, beg for forgiveness & when I
decide you mean it I'll stop. He pulled my skirt up to my waist &
commenced spanking me. SMACK! SMACK! It wasn't very hard, so I giggled
defiantly, urging him on. SMACK! SMACK! This was harder, but still I
wanted more. SMACK! SMACK! Those stung, causing me to moan in pleasant
agony. This sent Daddy the message, 'oh yeah, thats the stuff'. SMACK!
SMACK! I began pleading, "Ooo! Daddy I'm sorry... SMACK! SMACK!
..please Daddy... SMACK! SMACK! ...I promise not to be naughty ...
SMACK! SMACK! ... Please let me be your good girl." Daddy asked, "And
what does a good girl do?" SMACK! I answered, "Whatever Daddy wants."
SMACK! He asked, "And want does Daddy want?" SMACK! I answered, "I don't
know, tell me & I promise to do it." SMACK! Daddy made his list of
demands, "Rule 1, only dress sexy for Daddy... SMACK! ...Rule 2, only
flirt with Daddy... SMACK! ...Rule 3, only make love to Daddy... SMACK!
..Now, repeat the rules." I repeated them & recieved a slap to the ass
after each. Daddy made me repeat them 5 more times & included the slaps.
Finally, Daddy said, "I guess you have learned your lesson, now, are you
ready to make it up to me." I cried desperately, "Yes Daddy, let me be
your good girl again." He lifted me off his knee like a ragdoll & set me
on my knees between his legs. He pulled his cock out & told me, "Lick it
from bottom to top, then say you're sorry." I did. He said, "Thats a
good girl, but this time go slower & kiss my balls before you start,
just keep doing it until I tell you to stop." I must have repeated that
100 times. He was so hard. After he told me to stop, he told me to stand
& face away from him. Then he told me to pull my panties & pantyhose to
my ankles. While I was bent over, he grabbed my hips, pulling me towards
him. He told me to stay like that as he rubbed his shaft between my ass
cheeks. Then he commanded, "Beg me for it." I took my cue, "ooo, yes
Daddy... please make me good... stick it in... (his head peirced my bud)
oh yeah, thats it... deeper (I gyrated my ass, spiraling him inside me)
cum in my ass Daddy... show me that you forgive me...I wanna be your
good girl (he started pumping me) oh Daddy lets shoot together (he
picked up speed, spanking a cheek in time) mmm yeah, ride your philly...
lets win this race... lets cross the finish line together Daddy." He
gave me several hard thrusts, then held me tightly against him. I felt
him inject me with his hot jizz, sending a jolt up my spine. This left
my whole body numb, as my cockette spewd its own juicy climax onto the
floor. We moaned in blissful unison. I collapsed back onto him. He
caught me, holding me up. He whispered with hot breath into my ear,
"Mmm, now thats my good girl." I cooed, "Oh Daddy, I love you! I'll
never disobey you again, I promise to be your own lil slut forever." I
turned my head to recieve his kiss. Our tongues mingled as we gasped for
air. This game was truly fufilling for both of us, physically &
emotionally. It took our relationship to a new level. Allowing us to
exchange roles. I had only tasted this feeling briefly between us
before. On Halloween, when we played Lil Red Ridinghood & the Big Bad
Wolf. This time was much more intense. I welcomed my submissive role. It
made me feel idolized by Daddy, not so much exploited as some may
perceive it. I felt treasured, like a great prize. He had not dominated
me, only vanquished any possible rivals for my attentions. Meanwhile,
pledging complete allegiance to maintaining my happiness & well being.
OK readers, maybe a lot of this is too psychological for some of you,
but the true submissives out there will appreciate this. The moment a
submissive realizes the amount of dedication, commitment & efforts a
dominator puts forth into this type of relationship, they understand how
lucky they are to be loved so wholly by another person. It definetly
should be a 2 way street that is enjoyed by both people. Every sexual
(or nonsexual for that matter) relationship should be based on mutual
fulfillment. This particular episode tells of my own personal awakening
to my need to submit to a man fully. Its what I enjoy, without
reservation. If there is anyone reading this who can relate, feel free
to drop me a line. If you just want to hook up, or call me a sicko,
don't waste your time. Please continue to enjoy my story.
To be continued...