I am prone to migraines. I had one for three days. Daddy was worried. He says I get too many, and I may need to see a doctor. I disputed this and he just smiled sagely.
We do dailies, but none of them had seemed to cut through the headache haze. At bedtime we were all cuddled up and chatting. After a good while, Daddy said, "Well, before we get too much sleepier, I think it's time for me to give my little girl a good spanking." Well, that made an involuntary scrunchy face appear because a 'good' spanking is a harder than usual spanking and sometimes they make me cry. Daddy smiled and asked what that was about. I shook my head and whispered no, and my pouty lip poked out. Daddy kissed my lip and swung up off the bed, approaching the closet and opening the toy chest and musing, "Let's see what I should spank you with..." I heard him rummaging around but my eyes were closed, partly because I was light sensitive, and partly because I was tired, and partly because I was afraid of what I'd see come out of the box.
Daddy came back and tossed the toys on the bed, and curled up next to me, kissing along my cheek and jaw, then whispered, "Roll onto your tummy, little one." I shook my head very small, and Daddy said again, firmer, "I said roll onto your tummy." I cracked my eyes and saw that he had his serious Daddy face on, so I rolled over with a soft little sigh, and rested my forehead on my folded arms. Daddy wrapped his arm over my back and placed his hand by my hip so I could grab it when I needed to.
He started spanking with his hand, over my panties, talking softly, telling me that I had been a bit 'crunchy' that day, he knows that it was probably because I didn't feel very well, but he was going to take care of that. His fingers hooked under the band of my panties and he slid them down, proclaimed me nice and rosy, rubbed a few minutes, asked if it felt nice and then began again with his hand, very firmly. I'm not allowed to clench or tense my bottom or legs during a spanking, but when it gets hard, I will tense my arms and torso, and reach back and sqeeze his hand while pressing it to my side. Last night his hand almost brought me there, I found myself fighting back the wiggles and the tensing.
Then he brought out the padauk spanking stick - ugh! That hurts! And there is some weird small comfort when only one cheek is impacted at a time, but the stick is long, about 2 feet, and it impacts both cheeks with precision. Daddy said later he knew I didn't enjoy it because I reacted right away to it. No kicking, no clenching, no wiggling, but boy I wanted to! It just went on and on with not many breaks. Daddy asked me a question, but I couldn't answer because I was crying. He said, "Oh, not much to say?" and resumed spanking even harder. Soon he saw that I was crying and crooned soothingly that he had me, it was okay, he kissed my hips and my back, paused to rub and then resumed, assuring me that I was his good girl and there was just a bit more to go.
Finally he stopped, and laid next to me. Holding me tight and kissing me, whispering in my ear for a long time, till I turned my face to his chest and stopped crying. He whispered, "Are you ready for your strapping?" and I nodded. He kissed me again, and laid his arm across my back, starting softly, eventually rising, the pain disappearing into that lovely haze, the strokes getting much harder, I knew because I could feel myself rocking on the bed. Then suddenly that lovely thump on my back, that soft sting and deep thud, then my bottom again, and down my thighs and calves softly, ending again on my bottom. I drifted along, sometimes feeling the rocking, sometimes hearing how loud the strap was and not caring in the least.
And then.....a blessed release, the tightness in my neck and back not only disappeared, but that lovely soft, tickly, relaxed feeling started seeping through my body from those points that had been the center of pain for three days. I was vaguely aware of Daddy putting the toys away, and then rubbing coconut oil into my bottom. Then he slid beside me, all strong and warm, and I slid against him, magnet to magnet, my ear against his heartbeat, and my fingers against his face. I kissed him and murmured, "Thank you, Daddy," and fell asleep in his arms.
This morning? Still headache free.
Her Guardian:
I worry sometimes, I guess that doesen't make me unique, but my CD often suffers from stress headaches and migranes. It happens at an often enough frequency that sometimes I think that maybe she ought to see a doctor. Other times I can see the signs. The way she moves, the way she responds. Sometimes nothing clears those headaches away but a good firm spanking (She will probably stick her tongue out at me.) Sometimes just cuddling, sometimes talking, sometimes concentrated pleasure...these are the keys to a good night's rest. I love that peaceful space between waking and sleeping...That soft, sleepy place where love is abundant... that is one of our treasures.
