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Daddy/ Can Start With a Story One of my partners didn't want to do Daddy/ play because she has . My response to that reasonable stance is, "I LOVE / play but I won't bring it up again. You can if you want to some day...." And a year later she did. ", read a story," as she pulled a 's off the shelf. And so it began. Sweet and innocent. Tucked her in and we went to sleep.  |
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She enjoyed coloring while Daddy read his newspaper. Cuddling up with Daddy and a plush toy while watching cartoons or a movie. As an adult and Mother, she never punished her children. And never remembers being punished when she was actually little. But we already did all sorts of impact play. I like to start innocent. It can be a sanctuary, especially with a girlfriend who is a Mom. But just the idea of going back to innocent times and innocent things can be comforting.
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We had a room that needed painting and hand't bought the supplies yet. After over a year into the relationship, there isn't as much negotiating. We know what the limits are. In this case, I mentioned about how it would be terrible if my 'little girl' drew on the wall. We as adults know it's going to be repainted, her little girl persona doesn't ; ) And that's what she did. "Young lady, come here," Daddy called his Little Girl. "Whaaat Daddy....." It tooks some coaxing to get her to the scene of the crime. "What do you have to say for yourself?" She is such a good actress, gets into the part. Her face flush with embarassment. Stammering, not completing a sentence, "ah, um, Daddy, I just... I dunno...." I sit and tell her, "Across my lap" "Oh daddddieeeeee," and she complies. Balanced on my lap, her feet and hands almost touch the floor. I added some lenght to this chair with rubber tips to have her just teetering. Stroking her hair, her back, "It's ok honey. Daddy needs to discipline you because Daddy loves you and wants you to grow up right. You have been naughty and you need to learn how a good girl behaves." I slid my hand down the crack of her ass, reacing to the front of her shorts to unfasten, unzip. It's awkward, and takes a bit of time. She squims. Then I pull her shorts and panties down enough to expose bottom. "You're face down, across Daddy's lap. You can feel my touch and feel Daddy's love but you know what needs to happen when you are across Daddy's lap. You need to be," I place a hand on one asscheek, "Punished." I do warm her up. Spanking can be more theater than sado/masochistic. But she is use to, and craves harsh impact. At first, it's more the sound than the impact. Still she takes in a breath each time. Soon, I smell her sex. As the blows get harder, "No.... " and gasps and shortened breath. The pace picks up after 10 minutes or so. My hand hurts quite a bit and the bruises are showing. She's so fair skinned. "I'll be good Daddy!" "I'll be a good girl!" Surely she notices my erection pressing into her tummy. And I spank her now wet pussy numerous times and then finish with hard hits on her buttocks. She slides to the ground, kneeling, and stokes my cock through my pants, "Daddy.... please...." I take that hand, pull her up, "We're going to Lowes. You have to fix this.
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When we start Daddy Daughter scene the norm is to keep it up for some time. Being 27 years younger than I am, it's plausible that she could be my daughter. And at 22 years old, she could be mistaken for under age. We don't want to be loud or in your face, but someone may have noticed her saying, "Daddy, how about this color?" as we shopped for paint an supplies. It's not campy but matter of fact and understated. And fun.
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My play (adult) Daughter just arrived at Disney land with her two kids. I did get a Fathers card from her today : )
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Thank you @Honey_Kitty I'll write more shortly
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Some background: When I met her , she hid her petite flawless body under a sweatshirt and baggy pants. It wasn’t until I put my arm around her later on the first day we met, that I realized, “wow.” She was shy, socially anxious, until her clothes came off. No wonder she works as a dancer. She pulled back her long, light brown hair that looked nearly blonde, and the movement revealed muscle tone. Reveals that she takes good care of herself. The slight acne pulls off an under-age look. When we met she did let me look at her driver’s license to confirm she was just old enough to have graduated from college. I thought that she was clever to cover up, let me get to know her. But when we went to her home, I could see all her clothing was pretty much the same. Even in Summer she covered herself up. I’d have to take her clothes shopping. The original plan was to meet for lunch. My car broke down though and it looked like I would stay over. It was hours of walking after lunch, getting to know each other. I’ll admit, I only was sure I wanted to get her alone when I put my arms around her. She was interesting and good conversationalist, once you got her to talk, but I was young, and looks were paramount. She had a combination of sweetness, looking too young, and a hot body. She took to Daddy/Daughter play. I would learn later that growing up, she mostly just did things with her parents. Whether they didn't push her to socialize, or more likely, they were also shy and didn't socialize, she grew up to some degree in isolation.
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Some backround: When I met v, she hid her petite flawless body under a sweatshirt and baggy pants. It wasn’t until I put my arm around her later on the first day we met, that I realized, “wow.” She was shy, socially anxious, until her clothes came off. No wonder she works as a dancer. She pulled back her long, light brown hair that looked nearly blonde, and the movement revealed muscle tone. Reveals that she takes good care of herself. The slight acne pulls off an under-age look. When we met she did let me look at her driver’s license to confirm she was just old enough to have graduated from college. I thought that she was clever to cover up, let me get to know her. But when we went to her home, I could see all her clothing was pretty much the same. Even in Summer she covered herself up. I’d have to take her clothes shopping. The original plan was to meet for lunch. My car broke down though and it looked like I would stay over. It was hours of walking after lunch, getting to know each other. I’ll admit, I only was sure I wanted to get her alone when I put my arms around her. She was interesting and good conversationalist, once you got her to talk, but I was young, and looks were paramount. =================================================================================================== You would think she would be excited about clothes shopping. She was nervous. She didnt' want to expose her body, in public. Even though she dances naked for a living. I led her to the dressing room, "...b..but we don't have any clothes yet" "Take everything off," I told her. She froze. Bit her lower lip. "Rember how compliance pleases me." She slowly undressed. I motioned for each article and she handed them over, one by one. Naked, she awkwardly hugged herself. Leaving her for a miniute I took her clothes with me. Valerie accompanied me back into the dressing room with my clipboard. Vanessa had never met her. Probably assumed she worked there. "You're beautiful," Valerie exclaimed. Vanessa turned her eyes down. I put my lips to Val's ear, "She said you're beautiful." "T-thank you," she stammered. We've had some conversations about social discourse. It's a struggle for her. Later I'll suggest next time that happens, perhaps she could return a compliment. Baby steps. Valerie got ready to write on my forms as I pulled out my taylor's measuring tape. I took my time. Calling off the measurments. At first the expected, waist, bust, height, arm length, slowly, I started from the floor up, touching her just.... there, for her inseam. Then wrists, ankles, neck. I'm sure she began to think of what those measurements were for. Valerie put one form in back and the next one had drawings of people in various positions, kneeling, on all fours, bent over with wrists to ankles. Some confusion crossed Vanessa's face as I ordrered her, "on... all... fours." She complied. "No questions," I told her. I'd let her imagine what the numbers were going to be used for. When she finds herself on all fours, attached to hobbling devices, wrists-in-back leather fastened to neck, in a cage, etc. she would realize what the measurements were for. With the clipboard, I went out to the showroom, began selecting clothes. Most pratical, shorts, blouses, t-shirt, pants, skirt, dress. Valerie brought the clothes back to Vanessa and soon she was putting on a fashion show. The staff knew she's shy, and they made sure to coo and encourage and went for other items until we had a wardrobe. Vanessa beamed. "Now, look around and pick something you would like for bed. Whatever you like." She picked a pink nightie and came out of the dressing room, back to being shy. "Wow, sexy," one employee told her, "You're soooo cute baby," said another. All smiles, we went to the register, and my girl was looking so much better. I'm sure her thoughts sometimes would wander to some of the unusual measurements. It would be sometime before she would know what most of them are for...
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