LA 2014 Part 1

Hey Team!

Well damn. Another month went by! :( I'm sorry! I was really really busy and unable to post anything for like a good two weeks in there, but then on the 10th I was all done and going to post a celebration vlog, but life got in the way. And then lately, things have been moving really quickly with my life, very tumultuously with my love life (what else is new right?), and I have been having this strange sensation that I have forgotten how to be on the internet.

I know I still have things to say- I mean I listed a bunch of them in that last vlog- but I just haven't been in the mood entirely. And I'm not sure what all to say about my life. I'll do a vlog soon to update for sure, but I wanted to get this done quickly before too much time passed (I'm still wanting to do my post from my trip to LA last March!!!). Actually, I'd love to do another question video. So send me questions and I'll hopefully get inspired. :)

So I finished all my MBA applications at the beginning of the month, and in an astonishing turn of events, got an interview invitation to my top choice school (UCLA) within 3 days of submitting my application! So, I planned a trip back out to LA as soon as possible. Unfortunately they didn't have Friday interview times, so I was going to have to miss work (I work Sun-Thurs), so I just decided to go Friday evening anyway and have some fun. My mother invited herself to come for the actual interview part (I say that with the understanding that she is actually, very helpful to have around), but she had to be in Dallas over the weekend, and I wanted to go out by myself to see friends and maybe shoot a little.

My daddy though, in the sweetest way ever, asked if he could come with me. At first I thought, I'm a big girl, I can travel by myself. But I quickly realized that he knows that, and just wanted to be there to support me. He wants to see where I would be living if I get in (which by the way, I'm trying really hard to not think is going to happen. I'm hopeful, but I don't want to get my hopes up), and he wants to be a part of my life and my future. He wants me to know how much I matter to him.

He and I both also thought that it would be a nice break for us to get away from all of the drama he and I have been going through here lately. Things have been very tough since I posted that last vlog. His other partner moved to Dallas and he's living with her, and we're trying equal poly. And anyone who knows me knows I fucking hate poly. And the transition from him living with me (which was never intended to be permanent), to living there, while I was in the middle of applications, and their abysmal handling of poly (it's both of their first poly experiences), made things extra difficult. We'd been getting better slowly, but the break to have time just for us was so needed.

I don't think I really realized how needed until we were actually there doing it, and realized how incredibly happy I was. There was a small part of me that had forgotten how happy I could be with him. He took care of me, was strong, constantly in control, never let my crazies or icky feelings or insecurities take hold. He proved to me how much he loves me, and how committed he is to being with me, and to working hard to always treat me as well as I deserve to be treated. :)

Anywho! Back to the happy bits of me telling you about my lovely trip! lol.

So Daddy picked me up Friday after he got out of work and we drove to the airport. Unfortunately, I had been running a smidge behind, and so wasn't able to get any spankings before we left. And after a few hours of us together (and an unfortunately timed conversation about poly scheduling), the ick was starting to take hold- but we'll come back to that.

Daddy travels a ton for work, and even though I'd booked my flights separately from him, he was able to upgrade our tickets to first class! I'd never flown first class domestically and it was really thrilling! lol. I felt like a proper princess. :) Daddy quizzed me on my interview questions, and we snuggled a bit. Oh, and Daddy might have made me take my panties off when I went to the bathroom and then bring them back and give them to him to put in his pocket after I told him "no" one to many times... :-D (have I mentioned my life is awesome sometimes?)

So as I said, the ick was starting to take hold (ick being feelings of insecurity, crazy, hurt, anger, confusion, or just general ick- these happen at all times in my life and are not exclusive to a relationship). PMS wasn't aiding anything. And I started to get a bit out of hand, and I just needed Daddy to take care of me. He finally did as we were on our way to the rental car. He pulled my hair at the nape of my neck and growled at me that I was his, he loved me, and he was going to take care of me in a way I might not like.

Yeah, I definitely got spanked and then paddled with my punishment paddle (that I was forced to pack!) in the backseat of the rental car in a semi abandoned parking lot before we even got on the highway! And suddenly all was right with the world. Ick was banished, and hasn't come back since. Yay for my magic reset button!

Summary of the rest of the evening: we finally found our hotel (Hotel Angeleno) despite LA construction, almost passed out from hunger but got fed in the amazing hotel bar/restaurant, and then made it to the room to play a bit before bedtime. I may have snapped a bit at the lady at the front desk who messed up our reservation and gotten scolded in front of her and then spanked in the elevator as well... :-D

Some days, I really do love my life...

TBC
xoxo
Princess Kelley

Vlog Fixed

For anyone that has me in their blog feed and tried to watch my video earlier, sorry about that! Uploading at 2AM and not checking for errors before bed isn't the best of ideas. *blush*
But it's fixed now! Huzzah!
xoxo
Princess Kelley

Life Update Vlog

Hey Team!

6 months in under 20 minutes? Not too shabby if I do say so myself. :) I actually like this one, so if you've at all been wondering where I've been, what I'm up to, how I'm doing... this video will answer it all. And hopefully make you smile a little.
And if people say nice things maybe I'd be more likely to post more of them more often? *hint hint hint* ;)
(update: video fixed! lol)



xoxo
Princess Kelley

Tumblr

Hey Team,

Just a quick little message because I'm not sure if I ever posted it here. I started a tumblr awhile back for some of my pictures. I don't always do the best job of updating it, but for those of you that aren't on FetLife (where I am most of the time when I'm not on Twitter) and thus don't see all my picture updates (do y'all want me to go back to posting pictures here as well?), feel free to head on over to the Tumblr, and enjoy. :)

My Tumblr

xoxo
Princess Kelley

A Lesson in Cause and Effect

Hey Team!

So I was so encouraged by all the kind messages/comments on my last post, and everyone saying how much that they missed my blog, that I decided to make sure when I had this idea yesterday that I would post it! :)

I suppose I should preface this by saying that I have a Daddy in my life. Person that has been my friend for almost 3 years, and on and off play partner in private (outside of parties) for a year. Then it very slowly evolved to be more. He became my disciplinarian rather suddenly back in August, and then my top, and now my Daddy, and I'm very happy with him and the dynamic. He asked me to keep it private for a long time, which was part of why I didn't write about it. Also it just got kinda complicated, lol. I didn't want a Daddy, but this happened so organically and in such a normal, healthy way, that I couldn't really say no.

So anywho, Daddy has been staying with me at my apartment this past week (which has been wonderful despite our completely opposite schedules), and I've had the absolute joy of returning home from work late at night to find him sitting on my couch, razor strop draped over the arm and carved ginger on the table, waiting for me. (I promise I will tell that story! Let me just mention though that apparently I had never felt an actual razor strop before [only things styled like them]. Damn. Lol. Also, ginger...so many feels). I won't be telling Daddy that he's "not in charge" or "not the boss of me" again anytime soon.

I've also been reminded recently of how much spankings hurt in the winter! Over tights already hurts,  but on a super cold bottom, I was howling from a quick attitude adjustment with Daddy's hand the other night.

I love all that domestic loveliness. Makes me feel wonderfully cared for and loved. No happiness quite like that from a well spanked bottom.

So anywho, Daddy isn't staying here this weekend, but needed to come here after work to pack a suitcase. Fridays are my Saturdays, and it was a lovely day yesterday, so I went out during the day, but would also be home when he got home (which I'm not normally). For Halloween, I had bought a dress from American Apparel that I didn't end up wearing, but could return for store credit, so I decided to finally run that errand.

In case anyone isn't aware, American Apparel is a legit company that sells real people clothes all over the world, but that's website is essentially porn, and that is now my go-to place for fetish wear! I remembered thinking that when I went the first time, and instead of just exchanging the dress I got for the wetlook/leather version, I decided to actually try some things on...

 Cause:

Now, Daddy has no say over my finances (I own my own business for goodness sake, I don't need a keeper for that), however, the moment they rang up my total with the exchange included at $273, I knew that Daddy was going to have something to say, lol. Especially since I didn't even mention that I was shopping, and was instead supposed to be outside enjoying the day (or writing an application essay...).

But things were so pretty! And I did buy a real shirt to wear to work... and I totally needed new fetish wear... right? Right??? *bats eyelashes*

Yeah, Daddy didn't buy it either. *pout*

Effect:

I decided that I would try to ameliorate Daddy's ire by being super cutesy, and attempt to distract. Also, thought I should wear at least one of the outfits I got to try to prove that they were so worth buying! Daddy thought it was fitting while he spanked me *pout.*

I got a really adorable chiffon circle skirt that's a school girl print, so I actually like it, and a white tank. And discovered a new way to do my hair that I must say I'm pretty proud of! :)

Daddy walked in the door and came over asking if he got a hug when I didn't immediately rush to hug him. I did of course, but didn't know if Daddy was going to be all strict and scolding right away. We talked for a bit as he got his suitcase together, and then we got back to the living room. Daddy pulled out one of my dining chairs into the middle of the room, and sat down. He crooked his finger, making me stand in front of him.

"$273 huh?" he said more than asked, while giving me the dom-iest dom face (also known as strict Daddy face). "Were you supposed to be shopping little girl?"

I shook my head, biting my lip, and maybe eeked out a yes sir while fidgeting and looking at my feet. Daddy and I had talked about using my dining chairs before but we hadn't ever done it. He and I both love super domestic things, but we always end up on the couch or in the bedroom. He said later that he loved the look on my face when he pulled out that chair. My eyes were apparently like dinner plates.

He pulled me to his right, and then across his knee. Given my outift, the mood, and the position, I was already feeling  like a very very little girl, which was perfect. If I'm feeling little, I can get a "punishment" that is stern, but not severe, and still feel chastised and contrite. 

Daddy started spanking over my skirt (which is so short that half of my bottom was exposed anyway), pausing oddly every once in a while, lecturing and asking questions. I kept trying to reason and rationalize and justify to no avail. Daddy's very hard heavy hand just fell harder. He then flipped up my skirt, and spanked over my white cotton panties (which also covered almost none of my bottom). 

He would occasionally tip me farther forward, not to get my sitspots (which he could (and did) get all he wanted) but rather to make it so my feet couldn't touch the floor! And I would kick my feet and try to get purchase as he spanked, and it just sent me farther into little mode. I was squirming, pleading, and just feeling very sorry for myself. 

He pulled my panties down and spanked a bit more with his hand before pulling me up so I was kneeling on the floor on his right side. I looked up at him, confused, thinking that there was no way my spanking was done, but kinda hoping it was. 

"Go get the hairbrush and bring it back to me."

Mew! *pout*

I went to my bedroom with my panties at my knees and retrieved the wooden implement, handing it to daddy while giving him the saddest sad eyes (he claims immunity to them). He started on my bare bottom hard again with the brush, scolding and lecturing. Right before the spanking actually I informed him that they didn't accept returns (only exchanges), so that came up at this point in the conversation again. 

I felt so little! Contrite and chastised, upset that my Daddy was unhappy with me, and just wanting the spanking to end so I could be daddy's good girl again. I was kicking and crying. It didn't actually hurt all that much (I mean it did sting quite a bit) in comparison to what I usually take, and certainly in comparison to my typical punishments with my paddle. What I take now for that would have astonished me from even just a year ago. 

But this wasn't meant to be harsh. Just very very domestic.

Daddy put the hairbrush down, and I hoped I was done. "Over the couch little girl. You're getting 10 with my belt, and you're going to count them. Go on, you know the position."

I walked over to the couch, and bent over the side, looking back pleading at Daddy. I felt soo scared, hearing the belt come out of the loops. Daddy swung hard, and the belt is so loud!!! It lands completely evenly, and is super soft (and in reality the yummiest thing on the planet), but it feels in the moment like the worst thing ever.

Because the belt is traditionally the worst implement. It's what you get when you've been the worst and Daddy is the most upset with you. It's loud and intimidating, and for me when I'm little... I was just a sobbing mess as each stroke landed, especially on my sit spots and thighs. I felt very very sorry when he was done. And having to count was new too! He'd never made me do that before (though I've done it in the past of course."

He pulled me up and brought me back to the chair where he sat me in his lap, my hot, sore, red bottom resting between his legs so as not to touch the rough jeans. "Do you want to guess how many swats that was?" "273?" "Exactly"

And I got love and cuddles and forgiven, and felt like the safest, most well cared for, loved little girl in the world. :)

These pics don't show red all that well (damn cell phones and my super tough butt, and waiting 20 minutes to take pics), but I wanted to show my outfit. A little bit of attitude got quickly adjusted on my thighs later on when Daddy was putting on lotion, and after more stripes with the belt that I'd asked for, my bottom and tops of thighs were bright red, but I forgot to get a picture :(

Anywho, it was really fun, and the epitome of domestic (which is of course my favorite) so I thought I'd share. Nothing fancy, but I'm getting back into the swing of this... trying to at least. :)

xoxo

Princess Kelley

PS. Oh! Worst part! I didn't buy those leather pants then, because I was deciding between them and a leather dress, and they were so tight and I just wasn't sure... and now I want them so badly, and daddy isn't about to let me anywhere near that store! STOMP!