Sometimes my Daddy...
Sometimes my Daddy calls me "babygirl" in front of his brothers or in front of my friends.
Sometimes my Daddy cups my bottom in both his hands and whispers, "You belong to me."
Sometimes my Daddy makes me stand in line beside him at the store while he pays for new spanking implements.
Sometimes my Daddy gives me one swat on my bottom in public if he doesn't like my behaviour.
Sometimes my Daddy speaks to my friends on the phone when I've been sent to bed at 7:00pm and says matter-of-factly, "Anna is in bed right now. Shall I give her a message?"
Sometimes my Daddy tells me I have five minutes to finish my dinner or else I will be punished.
Sometimes my Daddy makes me stand in the corner while he decides whether to spank me or not.
Sometimes my Daddy holds my hand firmly in the shopping centre as if I am three and might dart away.
Sometimes my Daddy asks me, "Do you need a nap, young lady?"
Sometimes my Daddy takes my temperature in my bottom when he's worried I might be sick.
Sometimes my Daddy kisses me on the nose and sings me songs when he tucks me in at night.
Sometimes my Daddy asks me who is the most loved little girl in the world.
Always I answer in disbelief. Me.
Sometimes my Daddy cups my bottom in both his hands and whispers, "You belong to me."
Sometimes my Daddy makes me stand in line beside him at the store while he pays for new spanking implements.
Sometimes my Daddy gives me one swat on my bottom in public if he doesn't like my behaviour.
Sometimes my Daddy speaks to my friends on the phone when I've been sent to bed at 7:00pm and says matter-of-factly, "Anna is in bed right now. Shall I give her a message?"
Sometimes my Daddy tells me I have five minutes to finish my dinner or else I will be punished.
Sometimes my Daddy makes me stand in the corner while he decides whether to spank me or not.
Sometimes my Daddy holds my hand firmly in the shopping centre as if I am three and might dart away.
Sometimes my Daddy asks me, "Do you need a nap, young lady?"
Sometimes my Daddy takes my temperature in my bottom when he's worried I might be sick.
Sometimes my Daddy kisses me on the nose and sings me songs when he tucks me in at night.
Sometimes my Daddy asks me who is the most loved little girl in the world.
Always I answer in disbelief. Me.
posted by Ireland's daughter at Friday, May 19, 2006
7 Comments:
You two have a beautiful relationship. Something I lack in my life, but I really enjoy reading about when I read both of your posts. I just wanted to tell you that, the fact that you two have a very loving relationship is ever present in how you talk about each other and life.
This must be one of the most beautiful posts I have ever read. It touched my soul and brought tears to my eyes. Thank you for sharing your thuoghts and for opening a window into your world. The relationship between you and your Daddy is presious and beyond special.
Hugs
Pandora (also a little girl)
That was really beautiful, Pandora is right. Everything you said made me think about how I feel so impossibly overwhelmed at that kind of love, yet I want it so much. Good.
Everyone should have that.
You must be behaving very well lately. Good for you. Bad for us living vicariously :).
Luci
Such a treat to read you... Let me add my voice again to those praising the simple beauty found in your two pages. Thank you both.
Wow, I was surprised to find such lovely comments when I returned to my blog today after a far-too-busy schedule the last few weeks. Thank you all so much for the feedback. I do appreciate hearing from others who understand and appreciate these things I'm talking about! It means a lot to me.
You're very lucky. I called my Sir 'Daddy' for the first time yesterday. It feels like home.
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