The language of Daddy's thumb

I don't remember what started it. I don't remember the circumstances. I just remember the feelings. I remember feeling 'ruched', totally ruffled, offended, frightened with a growing edge of anger because I don't like to be afraid. I remember his eyes, calm trying to anchor me. I remember trying to catch onto him, trying to anchor onto his calm, and not being able to.

Then his thumb pushed against my lips. And I, being the sweet, always perfect submissive that I am, pressed my lips tighter and glared at him. He said in that calm, firm, no-nonsense voice that brooked no argument, "Open." I did and he slid his thumb in, pad resting on my tongue. I, being his sweet little girl promptly bit...hard. He said, in the same tone, "Suck." And I did...I'm not crazy, there was a whole lotta "you're right on the edge of a lot of trouble," in his voice. And because I know who I am, and I know who he is, and even when I feel that way, I do desire to please him. As I sucked, the fire started to founder, the electricity pulsing through my veins calmed. Soon I was me again, and with his thumb still in my mouth, I turned into his body, his arm wrapped around me, and dozed.

Not long after, Daddy was giving me a very firm, very owie stress-relief spanking. He was sitting beside me, his face towards my feet. He took pause and lay beside me talking soothingly, rubbing. I pushed my arm out from beneath my chest, wound my fingers with his and pulled his hand under my chest again. My mouth rested above his fingers, and I drew his thumb into my mouth and began to suck. That broke the damn of the emotion, and he kissed me a final time, and resumed spanking, because I needed more, his thumb providing that extra measure of comfort, my tears washing his hand.

Since then, that is something else which connects us, with out the need for words. When I am distancing, his thumb presses my lips, "soften." When I am struggling with emotion, "Daddy's here." When he is spanking me, "always with love." When I need to feel him, or he simply wishes to express his ownership, "mine."

That simple act, speaks so much, so many things, and expresses that connection in a tangible way. It was something that seemed silly and uncomfortable in the beginning. It is now something that I crave. And I guess that's the point.


HER GUARDIAN:  Indeed it is the point. Many times, the simplest acts convey the greatest amount of meaning. Sometimes when we are scared, excited, or uncomfortable in our own skin or mind, it takes a act of love to bring us to a place of love, comfort and rest.  Her comfort and safety in and out of her comfort zone is one of my biggest priorities. I love my little one and even when the answer is a stingy, owie spanking, it is given with love and softness in mind.