So I just wanted to share a little something that happened with my Daddy on Tuesday that just sent me over the moon. :)
I must preface this story by saying that as much as I love my daddy... and I do, I love him with my entire being... things were getting really tough for us. I had been feeling under appreciated, and just... not really wanted, if that makes sense. It was a really emotional week for us, as he had some personal issues he had to deal with that were incredibly stressful, and my doctor has decided to wean me off all my medicines, so my body is going through a rough patch. And Daddy and I... well we were struggling.
We hadn't played or had sex in almost a month. And I was starting to go passed being annoyed and was well into hurt by that. We talked about it, but it just seemed to make things harder, and there was a part of me that was contemplating walking out the door. I know I wouldn't have- I wouldn't have been able to. I am just not there. I don't want to lose the man I love. I am not always happy, and at that moment, I was finding that I was unhappy more often than I was happy with him, but I truly believe that he and I have something special that is worth fighting for. That when we find our rhythm, nothing will be able to stop us.
So anyway, I last saw him Saturday, and we had fought the night before, but had a good day at his daughter's birthday party with the rest of his poly family and his friends as well. I was feeling pretty strong- like I wasn't going to fall apart, wasn't going to beg, wasn't going to ask any more of him. I knew that he might just not be capable of giving me the things I need... and that perhaps that's why it's poly... and maybe I needed a secondary. Or that maybe I just needed to find strength and peace within. But I had a good weekend to follow (all the stuff with the British/Irish boys happened and made me feel pretty, lol) so I was in a good place. I am doing things on my own this weekend, and I was ready to just bide my time.
So on Tuesday, I asked him if I was going to get to see him at all during the week. He said it wasn't likely given his wife's injuries (she was in a serious car accident last week- I had spent a lot of time there that week trying to help as much as possible- adding to the strain most likely), and I understood completely. That is not something I am going to fault him for.
So I went about my day, had my photo shoot and went to work, not thinking or worrying about it one way or the other.
Then around 8:30, right when I almost done with work, I get a text asking where I am. It was strange, but I replied, saying I would be home in like 10 minutes. Then 5 minutes later, I get a text from him saying "see you in 5."
Now, I thought maybe, just maybe he was at the apartment, but I certainly didn't want to get my hopes up and then be disappointed. So I drove home, parked and as I was walking to my apartment, he pulls up next to me, window down, and says "hey pretty girl. surprise!"
I squealed. Dropped my bag and went to the car and kissed him. And he kissed back! I know that shouldn't sound weird, but so often he won't kiss back if I initiate.... I should have known then that this was going to be one of our best night's ever.
It turned out that the Mrs.'s boyfriend came over to take care of her since Daddy had been having trouble sleeping, and since she was so appreciative of all the help I had given them that she thought I deserved some time with the Daddy. :) She is so sweet.
So anyway, as we are approaching the door, it hits me. Oh fuck! I had not expected Daddy, and had packed for a shoot today. Which means I had not only not cleaned, I had made a huge mess of my clothes trying to pack. And Daddy was about to walk into it. I mean, I get in trouble for my place being messy even after I clean it! Eek!
I open the door and we walk in. Even with only a couple lights on... it was bad, and we both knew it. I looked up at him with puppy eyes. "Wow. This is ridiculous Kelley May." "I'm sorry Daddy! I didn't know you were coming!" "I suppose this would be what we call a surprise inspection then."
Pretty much from that line on, I was dripping.
I tried to run into the room to turn lights on and maybe scramble to pick up. He called me back to stand in front of him as he rolled up the sleeves of his shirt. Damn man! He was staring me down and doing simply because he knows what it does to me. I asked if I was in trouble. "Big trouble little girl." he then sent me off to get the lights.
Now let me say, that usually if something like this happens, it means I won't get spanked, I won't get play, and I won't get sex. Sometimes with the cleaning, it means I am going to get bent over (never OTK) and paddled- but never something that could be construed as fun. So even though there were all these little signs, what happened next was a shock.
I was standing in the kitchen cleaning furiously, and he walked up the the dining table and pulled out a char. I walked towards him. He didn't just pull it out though, he pulled it away from the table and sat it in an open space. I still didn't believe he was going to spank me.
But then he sat down and grabbed my arm and pulled me over his knee! While scolding!!! He drug down my leggings and my panties all at once and began to spank my bare bottom with his hand! Over his knee!!! (this has NEVER happened in the history of our relationship) And let me tell you, half of the reason it is so frustrating that Daddy never spanks, is because he is fucking good at spanking!
Cold hand and cold bottom made for a tough combination though, and so Daddy sent me to get him a cane. I was a little disappointed, assuming I would have to leave his lap, but he pulled me back over and began caning my poor bare and still pretty cold (it was like 20 outside) bottom. Some would say this seems really harsh. However, of all of the possible OTK implements he could have chosen, it was by far the nicest. The other options were all wooden paddles!
Oh and he caned me hard! Whipping and whipping all over my bottom and thighs, never neglecting my sit spot. Raising little welts here and there (I so wish I had been able to get a picture for you). And scolding the entire time!
He finished and stood me up, then sat me on his lap and I got to cuddle. Beyond perfect. The two safest places in the entire world are over Daddy's lap, or in Daddy's lap. I pouted a little and rubbed my sore bottom, apologizing and saying I would pick everything up and be a good girl. He then stood me up and I pulled up my leggings and panties. Then I looked at him.
He walked the three steps towards me and kissed me. He cupped my face with this palm, and kissed me. But not just a peck like normal. The man possessed me. Kissed me as though he were a drowning man and my kiss was oxygen. Like he hasn't kissed me since the first month we were together. He kissed me like that had turned him on as much as it had turned me on. Like he was reminding me that I belonged to him, and that there was a reason for that!
He pulled away, ending the kiss. There was no confusion who was in charge. It was like I had been possessed rather than kissed. I was sweating. A bit light headed, I steadied myself and looked up at him, full of lust and passion. He looked back at me with love and sent me off to clean up and be a good girl.
The second I got in the other room I stopped and smiled the biggest smile ever. I was not going to break the role just in case I was missing something... but I had never been so happy. I touched my swollen lips and then my tender, welted bottom. Stripped out of most of my clothing, and got back to cleaning.
After I was done cleaning to Daddy's satisfaction, I joined him on the couch. I snuggled up as he watched a video on his computer. But instead of just ignoring me being there, or getting aggravated and making me move, when I would burrow a little deeper, or squirm a tiny bit, he would kiss my head, pet my hair and run his fingers along my hip. He would stop and lean and kiss my cheek and then my lips... a slow soft kiss... some that turned more passionate, with him always in control.
He then closed his laptop, and patted his lap. I looked a bit confused, and he guided me to straddle him. This is not something he has ever done. Daddy doesn't like it when I straddle him because it's me being to "aggressive" usually. But this time, he moved me there. And he kissed me again. Then took my breasts. I took off my bra- the only clothing besides panties that were left. He tormented me and kissed me until I was breathless. He then laid me down on my back on the couch. He grabbed one of the condoms I had left on the coffee table (I live in hope and prayer as he says) and put it on. "Give me those" he said as he ripped off my panties. I was completely naked under him as he was fully clothed.
And we made love.
And it was beautiful. It felt so good, and it was so easy and simple. And the whole time, all I felt when I looked in his eyes was wanted. I felt loved and desirable and wanted. I couldn't tell you the last time I felt that way with him... probably October. And I never wanted it to end.
He finished but could have gone for another. I reached for another condom but was softly sent to go get cleaned up instead. I made no protest. I know that Daddy has been upset with me lately that I always want more, and I'm trying to work on that. And I wouldn't risk anything that would have changed his good mood.
We went back on the couch and just snuggled and watched TV for the rest of the evening. It was easy, relaxed and fun.
Would I have preferred to just had sex-capades and heavy play the rest of the night? Hell yeah. But this was such a nice mix of the sexual and the everyday... its what I hope he and I will become...
Later, in bed, I whispered "thank you" to him. He chucked and said "what? For the otk spanking?" I laughed lightly "well for that too. But no; for kissing me like that." I don't know if that surprised him or not- he didn't say anything. Just kissed the back of my head and said "your welcome."
But that's the truth. That spanking beyond rocked my world. I'm not sure if he's ever turned me on so much. And to finally get that from him... there are no words. But what I will always remember, and what has made me feel safe in this relationship again were those kisses. That look in his eyes like he was going to fuck me there and then no matter what the consequences. I felt wanted. I felt loved. I felt beautiful and desirable. I felt like the man I love so much... finally almost felt the same.
And I don't know if any of this happened because secretly he was listening last week to how upset I was, or if it was as a thank you for being there for his family. Or just because he felt like it. And I am not sure I want to know. All I know, is I am happy, and I love my daddy. And I wish I was sitting in his lap right this second.