His China Doll:
When we woke up this morning, after last night's incredible, dreamy, floaty playtime, Daddy woke me with kisses and I cuddled into him. We were lazy for a while, just dozing and touching and loving. As we slowly came awake, Daddy and I were talking, and I, deep in thought and considering an answer, rolled onto my tummy and was swinging my feet. Daddy soon started rubbing, and I closed my eyes. After a bit he stopped and got up, to get the coconut oil, I thought, since somewhere in the night I had pushed the hairbrush at him and rolled onto my tummy, and he had not applied lotion after that spanking.
The next thing I know, Daddy is sitting beside me, arm across my back and I feel the delicious stingy thud of my favorite strap. Daddy said, "Your bottom just looked so pale and lonely I had to fix that." I smile into my arm and then hiss momentarily as it wraps around my hip, then between my thighs. But within a few minutes, it was back to yummy floatiness...way out in the stratosphere. At some point I came up onto my knees for him, chest pressed low to the bed and I heard him say with pleasure, "You're presented so prettily for me."
Daddy was playing with his kitty and bottom again as he spanked. Suddenly I was aware of the absence of his fingers in side and whined softly. Daddy ran his hands up my legs, over my bottom, up my back and whispered, "On your back, little one." With great effort, and limbs moving through mud, I complied. Daddy nuzzled between my thighs. He alternated, licking, sucking, and swatting thighs and kitty with the strap. He finished with the buzzy toy, and finally with me limp and panting, Daddy crawled up my body, pinned my hands over my head, kissed me, smiled and said, "Good morning, little one."
When the morning light shines on her, and I see her slumbering softly, it touches a place deep inside my heart. Needless to say it stokes the fires of love. Her beautiful gift of submission excites me, and it's always a sure sign of a beautiful day when we start it this way!