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Thank you. 
Richard49 said:
i am a multi-faceted person, as we all are. i see Him as "Daddy" when my lil girl side is being nurtured, being guided or kept safe in some way. For me, it is not a role playing thing, it is more about expression through yet another side of what makes up the entire being of "me".
These words of WriterDom's are what lead me to sit back and think about replying to this thread. i have put them together, although they are two seperate thoughts.
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Originally posted by WriterDom
"Sadly, many of the "little girls" who enjoy this type of activity were abused as children."
"It is just an observation.
I don't have anything against age play. I think any new Daddy needs to know the girl's history. You could bring some really ugly things to the surface."
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i would say that, sadly, many of us as humans were abused as children, in one form or another. i saw BRAVO to anyone who has found a positive outlet for working out these issues in healthy ways!!
As to the second quote, i dont feel that Daddy to me is about age play at all. It is just another dimension of me as a whole person. And, i think that any Dominant needs to learn the girl's history, not just a Daddy. Some very ugly things can be brought to the surface. However, i feel that is much better than keeping it buried and toxic. Within the right relationship, i think that bringing out the uglies and dealing eye to eye with them makes alot more sense than to keep it inside.
Some personal, i.e., subjective and non-binding, observations from a sometime "Daddy".
I've discovered in the last year or so that being the "bad Daddy" is - well, not that bad.
Before, the age issue/child abuse stuff kept me from exploring the scenario. But a sub I met online who really delighted in the "little girl" role changed my perspective.
Had she been abused as a child? Yes.
Did she look young? Yes.
Did she revel in her little girlness? Absolutely.
Helping me to understand: young-looking women with a history of being abused have a right to choose their own ways and means of sexual and emotional gratification upon reaching adulthood. (To the extent that anyone can shape those decisions.)
And if this requires Doms like me - I guess that makes me one of the lucky ones.
Was I uncomfortable at first acting out a role that sometimes felt like "surrogate abuser"? Yes.
Did my own arousal bother me? Yes. At first.
But what aroused me so strongly, I realized, was her aching, randy vulnerability. The age/Daddy thing was only the guise in which the dance of role and need played out.
And she does look so cute in her lowriders.
I've discovered in the last year or so that being the "bad Daddy" is - well, not that bad.
Before, the age issue/child abuse stuff kept me from exploring the scenario. But a sub I met online who really delighted in the "little girl" role changed my perspective.
Had she been abused as a child? Yes.
Did she look young? Yes.
Did she revel in her little girlness? Absolutely.
Helping me to understand: young-looking women with a history of being abused have a right to choose their own ways and means of sexual and emotional gratification upon reaching adulthood. (To the extent that anyone can shape those decisions.)
And if this requires Doms like me - I guess that makes me one of the lucky ones.
Was I uncomfortable at first acting out a role that sometimes felt like "surrogate abuser"? Yes.
Did my own arousal bother me? Yes. At first.
But what aroused me so strongly, I realized, was her aching, randy vulnerability. The age/Daddy thing was only the guise in which the dance of role and need played out.
And she does look so cute in her lowriders.
Richard49
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Another Daddy Dom Essay
http://www.subspace.cc/daddydoms.htm
Daddy Doms
Kendra
Daddy/little girl does not refer to the ages, real or pretend, of the participants. Nor does it imply closet desires. In my relationship my Dom is not my father, he is nothing like my father, and I have no need for him to replace my father. He is however my Daddy. We do not engage in age play specifically ( beyond the occasional school girl fantasy *s*) and our relationship is not based on any need to have sex with children. I am always all woman, and always a very independent woman.
He does have the ability to make me feel like a little girl, however, a very cherished and sometimes needy little girl. It is a feeling that I revel in, it is the safest place I have ever been, and it allows me the freedom to be all that I am without fear of reprisals. Daddy Dom is a feeling, an environment that two people have created. A Daddy Dom is so named because of the qualities he possesses and the service he provides.
So, what are these qualities? What is a Daddy Dom?
A Daddy Dom wants to be the center of your universe. He wants to be able to provide for your every need and care. But more than that he wants to be able to shape and mold you to the image he thinks you should become. He sees in you someone who can achieve a much higher, much greater status. He believes more in you than you believe in yourself. What he wants in return is to be able to bask in his image of you, the image he has created. To achieve these goals he relies on a combination of love, respect, and discipline.
His love for his little girl goes without saying. He loves her as much for who she is as for who she will become with his guidance. She is his prized possession. His eyes light up when she walks into the room and he takes great pride in her successes. After all, he helped to create her. She holds the most tender part of his heart and has the greatest power to hurt him.
This love would not be possible without respect. A Daddy Dom needs to feel pride in his little girl. He needs to know she can hold her own in the outside world and still submit to him. He holds the greatest respect for the gift she has given him and takes great pains to increase it’s value. It is extremely important to him to know she can be with any man and she chooses to be with him.
He knows that this makes discipline a priority in their lives, more important than in some other D/s relationships. In order for the little girl to really trust, she must know he means what he says. If his little girl is going to be the best she can possibly be he must stand firm. He uses his experience in life and his knowledge of her to provide proper direction and punishment when the need arises.
If he does not enforce discipline, this respect becomes a tenuous thing. If his submissive finds that she can manipulate him out of punishing her, she begins to lose respect and the ability to empower becomes impeded. He understands that it becomes increasingly difficult to be possessed by someone you do not respect.
This takes great strength on his part. It takes strength to control her, and to shape her to his needs and desires. It takes strength to be her confidant, her shoulder, her anchor. It takes strength to let her out into the world when all he wants to do is hold her safe in his arms. And it takes strength to do what is necessary when she needs to be disciplined.
A Daddy Dom provides something else that is very important to his submissive...acceptance. She is safe in his arms because he knows her, everything about her, and he still loves her. When she goes to him she knows that this man knows all of her dirty little secrets and it doesn’t matter. To him she is beautiful.
Daddy Dom and sadistic Dom are by no means mutually exclusive. Many Daddy Doms embrace their sadism while understanding and feeding their submissive's masochism. This balance is necessary to many little girls because it allows all parts of her to be nourished, leading to an incredibly fulfilling relationship.
I think most Dominants have a bit of the Daddy in them, taking on the role of male authority figure in the submissive’s life and using their power to enrich that life. Daddy/little girl verbalizes that feeling, and adds a dimension of warmth, caring, and ritual that it’s participants crave.
There is something infinitely magical about a Daddy Dom. Perhaps it is something only a little girl can understand.
http://www.subspace.cc/daddydoms.htm
Daddy Doms
Kendra
Daddy/little girl does not refer to the ages, real or pretend, of the participants. Nor does it imply closet desires. In my relationship my Dom is not my father, he is nothing like my father, and I have no need for him to replace my father. He is however my Daddy. We do not engage in age play specifically ( beyond the occasional school girl fantasy *s*) and our relationship is not based on any need to have sex with children. I am always all woman, and always a very independent woman.
He does have the ability to make me feel like a little girl, however, a very cherished and sometimes needy little girl. It is a feeling that I revel in, it is the safest place I have ever been, and it allows me the freedom to be all that I am without fear of reprisals. Daddy Dom is a feeling, an environment that two people have created. A Daddy Dom is so named because of the qualities he possesses and the service he provides.
So, what are these qualities? What is a Daddy Dom?
A Daddy Dom wants to be the center of your universe. He wants to be able to provide for your every need and care. But more than that he wants to be able to shape and mold you to the image he thinks you should become. He sees in you someone who can achieve a much higher, much greater status. He believes more in you than you believe in yourself. What he wants in return is to be able to bask in his image of you, the image he has created. To achieve these goals he relies on a combination of love, respect, and discipline.
His love for his little girl goes without saying. He loves her as much for who she is as for who she will become with his guidance. She is his prized possession. His eyes light up when she walks into the room and he takes great pride in her successes. After all, he helped to create her. She holds the most tender part of his heart and has the greatest power to hurt him.
This love would not be possible without respect. A Daddy Dom needs to feel pride in his little girl. He needs to know she can hold her own in the outside world and still submit to him. He holds the greatest respect for the gift she has given him and takes great pains to increase it’s value. It is extremely important to him to know she can be with any man and she chooses to be with him.
He knows that this makes discipline a priority in their lives, more important than in some other D/s relationships. In order for the little girl to really trust, she must know he means what he says. If his little girl is going to be the best she can possibly be he must stand firm. He uses his experience in life and his knowledge of her to provide proper direction and punishment when the need arises.
If he does not enforce discipline, this respect becomes a tenuous thing. If his submissive finds that she can manipulate him out of punishing her, she begins to lose respect and the ability to empower becomes impeded. He understands that it becomes increasingly difficult to be possessed by someone you do not respect.
This takes great strength on his part. It takes strength to control her, and to shape her to his needs and desires. It takes strength to be her confidant, her shoulder, her anchor. It takes strength to let her out into the world when all he wants to do is hold her safe in his arms. And it takes strength to do what is necessary when she needs to be disciplined.
A Daddy Dom provides something else that is very important to his submissive...acceptance. She is safe in his arms because he knows her, everything about her, and he still loves her. When she goes to him she knows that this man knows all of her dirty little secrets and it doesn’t matter. To him she is beautiful.
Daddy Dom and sadistic Dom are by no means mutually exclusive. Many Daddy Doms embrace their sadism while understanding and feeding their submissive's masochism. This balance is necessary to many little girls because it allows all parts of her to be nourished, leading to an incredibly fulfilling relationship.
I think most Dominants have a bit of the Daddy in them, taking on the role of male authority figure in the submissive’s life and using their power to enrich that life. Daddy/little girl verbalizes that feeling, and adds a dimension of warmth, caring, and ritual that it’s participants crave.
There is something infinitely magical about a Daddy Dom. Perhaps it is something only a little girl can understand.
ethereal~minx
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Learn Humility said:
wow, yeah uhm I knew I liked the 'daddy dom' but my goodness the reaction to this was quite intense. thank you
Richard49
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From a Domme
1) It seems more "innocuous" than using "Master/Lord" or any derivatives of those words.
2) The feeling you get from using Daddy versus other "titles" set the dynamic for a "warmer" tone/tempo.
3) Since I am a FemDom and I have to use SOMETHING to call my bull, Daddy seems the most palatable for me.
4) In a more general sense, the Big Daddy/baby girl dynamic has become more "main stream" and even people with no affiliation to BDSM or D/s use it.
I did qualify this with "I speak for myself". . .and these (the first 3) are reasons *I* use the term "Daddy."
1) It seems more "innocuous" than using "Master/Lord" or any derivatives of those words.
2) The feeling you get from using Daddy versus other "titles" set the dynamic for a "warmer" tone/tempo.
3) Since I am a FemDom and I have to use SOMETHING to call my bull, Daddy seems the most palatable for me.
4) In a more general sense, the Big Daddy/baby girl dynamic has become more "main stream" and even people with no affiliation to BDSM or D/s use it.
I did qualify this with "I speak for myself". . .and these (the first 3) are reasons *I* use the term "Daddy."
Richard49
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Could part of it be "Daddy" and "little girl" scenarios to be other outlets for control. Being in the mindset of little girl/princess/whatever, puts you in the place where you have an ultimate authority figure who knows what's best, and you get to trust them and just enjoy what happens.
ethereal~minx
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yes. trust, ultimate trust. where is your trust more safe than with this figure? and all your innocence explored & perhaps exploited but safe... in this ssc relationshipRichard49 said:
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ethereal~minx said:
It is to sad that exploitation takes place by both males and females .......... and with this internet thing ......... many
exploitative and abusive people show up in the lifestyle ..
and perhaps this type of realtionship can be even more so .....
WD made a good point eariler that a Dom needs to know the history of of any sub they play with not alone collar .........
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I wrote this "story" years ago at the start of my experience in BDSM and spanking. To date, I have gotten over 300 replies to this piece, all from those that embrace Daddy/little girl play, telling me how perfect the letter was. Thought I would share here, might add something to the conversation, as it's hit home with many. *shrugs*
I no longer really feel what I felt in this letter as I've grown to much different desires now, but I *do* remember how I felt at this time, and as ageplay is a squick for me and always has been, Daddy play is definitly not about ageplay for many but it is very hard to articulate that difference, I *wrote* this piece and sometimes I don't even understand LOL.
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Dear Daddy,
I clutched the gel pen in my right hand, chewing on my lip and staring at the blank paper. My stomach felt funny, and tears threatened to flood my hazel eyes, but I bit my lip determinedly and started to write. There was so much to say, so much to share and explain. Much would be left unsaid, but if the right person ever got to read it, he would understand.
Dear Daddy,
I don't feel so good right now. My tummy hurts, but I think my heart hurts too. I wish you were here to hold me, and kiss my forehead, and tell me my tummy will feel better soon. It is hard to write this, to share this. I have ignored it for so long, and denied it for even longer. Im ready now, to embrace it.
I never knew I wanted someone like you. I had a good childhood, and my father was a kind and gentle man. I'm an adult now, a business owner, a homeowner. I have a lot going for me, and most of the time, I am mature, professional, and well-mannered. I enjoy being able to interact with you on an adult level, for you are an intelligent, funny and kind man.
Sometimes though, I don't listen to you, even though I know that I should. Sometimes I do things that are bad for me, like smoking, or not paying my bills on time, or not doing chores. Other times, I say words that are not not appropriate or ladylike, and I know you don't like when I say them.
You discipline me when I do that. Make me stand in front of you and look at you while you lecture, sharp words that make my eyes burn with tears. I hate disappointing you. I look at you with big eyes, my lips turned into a pouty frown as I mumble answers like "yes sir" and "Im sorry Daddy, I won't do it ever again." You listen to my pleadings and promises patiently, but that doesn't stop you from doing what you know you need to do to get through to me. You make me feel like a little girl, when you lecture me, you make me feel so vulnerable and exposed under your gaze and stern voice. Oh, how I hate disappointing you!
Then you tell me it's time for my spanking, and tell me to take my pants and panties off. When I hesitate, or protest, you just give me that LOOK and I obey, knowing that my protests will do no good. You pull me over your lap and wrap your arm around me tight, holding my body to yours. Then you spank me. Hard, fast strokes of your hand on my bare bottom, over and over until I'm squirming and kicking and whimpering in your lap, desperate for you to stop. Your hands are like steel, and my bottom is soon warm and pink. Some spankings end there, and you send me to the corner to think about what I've done, knowing how vulnerable this makes me feel, but knowing also that I trust you enough to obey you. Some spankings are harder, longer, harsher, and leave me sobbing and blistered, unable to sit without wincing for days. But afterwards, you always pull me to you and plant a kiss on my forehead and tell me you forgive me, and ask me if I will be a good girl now.
I will snuggle into your chest and sniffle and nod, promising to be your good girl. I close my eyes when you kiss my forehead, melting into you, letting all my vulnerabilities and doubts and fears pour down my cheeks as you hold me. You know how much that little display of affection affects me, and I know that it is ok to let it take over for a moment, and flush myself of all my feelings while you just hold me and listen.
I love when you spank me, Daddy. Even though it hurts, I need to know there are consequences for my actions. I need to know that someone cares enough about me and my well being to hold me accountable for those actions. I used to get away with everything, be able to talk my way out of any trouble, or any lie. I can't do that with you, you always know. Even when I do something naughty and you don't catch me, you know I will eventually tell you, because I can't stand the guilt. Your hand, coming down over and over on my sorry little bottom, is a constant reassurance that you care about me, you spank me until I'm pleading and crying, all my emotions bubbling over and turning me into a hysterical little girl, but it's ok, I know I am safe, that you won't judge me, or misunderstand, or get angry at me. I trust you, more than I've ever trusted another.
You won't leave me. No matter what I say or what I do, you will not abandon me, because you are my Daddy, and Daddy's don't abandon their little girls. Friends and lovers and strangers will come and go from my life, sometimes leaving hurt and scars behind, but not my Daddy. I cling to that reassurance, the one person in my life that I know I can count on, no matter what.
You send me to bed sometimes, sternly telling me if I can't behave, then I will go to bed early. I will protest and push you until you have had enough, and send me for the icyhot to rub in my bottom and burn the attitude away, or a paddle that you've ordered me to spank myself with until I can behave properly. When my bottom is burning and I am sorry, and apologize to you, you forgive me and send me to bed anyhow. You are always consistent, I know where I stand and never doubt that you care about me. You let me get away with things sometimes, but when I push your buttons just far enough, you know that I need the consequences and give them to me sternly. When you need space for yourself, you tell me and I understand and give it to you, but knowing that it doesn't mean you care any less, or that you are going anywhere.
Other times you send me to bed and I obey, sleepy and wanting to be under my warm covers with the teddy bear you gave me, closing my eyes and imagining you there with me, kissing me softly and whispering sweet dreams, tucking the covers around me and reassuring me that you care, and are there, and understand.
When I am sick, you make me feel OH, so little, taking me over your lap and lubing my bottom gently with Vaseline, sliding the thermometer into my little bottom hole and swatting my thighs, telling me to be still or I will get a spanking when you are done. Then you send me off to bed and make me stay there until I feel better, despite my protests. Daddy knows best little girl, you say to me.
I trust you, enough to show you all my emotions and all my doubts, even when they are bad. I can open my heart and soul to you and let the real ME inside shine. I'm safe to do this, and not have to worry about if I am being too overbearing, or worry about what you think of me. You love your little girl, no matter what her faults may be, even when tantrums take over and I say things I don't mean, or when I get upset and overemotional about things you have reassured me about over and over. You care about ME, all of me, and you know me well enough to know I will not be a burden to you, I will never have expectations of you that you can't meet, and you trust me to be as respectful of your heart and your needs, as you are of mine. We both have other lives, and sometimes little time together, but the time we do have together, is enough to give us both what we need.
Sometimes, I am not little on the surface. I need adult interaction, where I can be me as an adult, and that little girl inside is not so obvious. You spank me then too, sometimes with a crop, or the leather paddle. Even the leather leash or strap that leaves me wet and squirmy and tingly and wanting. If I've been a good girl, I'll get my wants addressed, and you will touch me tease me and probe me, listen to me gasp and squirm and cry out as I orgasm and collapse in your lap, exhausted and content. You trace your fingers over my face, taking in my flushed features and pulling me close to you for a cuddle. I feel so safe and wanted, as an adult, as the real me on the surface.
When I am really naughty, you make get down on all fours and take my naughty bottom hole with your cock, riding me hard while I whimper and moan and writhe beneath you, knowing this is for your pleasure only, because I am not allowed to touch myself, not allowed to give myself any pleasure that will take away from the pain and discomfort of your thick cock stretching my rosebud. When it is all over and I am sore, and you are satisfied, you pull me into you for a cuddle, kissing my forehead and telling me to be a good girl now. If I get sassy or pouty, you make me turn over and let you rub IcyHot in my sore, stretched bottom hole, letting the burn take care of my attitude problem. You are not my Daddy then, you are my Top. You understand the difference for me, and recognize when I need you to be Daddy, and when I don't.
I am not a child, but a consenting adult who has recognized her inner child and allows someone else, this special person in her life, to help her fulfill the needs of the inner child. That is you, Daddy. You discipline me when I need it, hold me tight and keep me safe, help me explore parts of myself I was always scared to explore, and share parts of your own self that very few people get to see. We share a bond that is not purely love, although I certainly love you on a certain level. It's not primarily a sexual relationship, or at all an abusive relationship...you are my Daddy, my Top and my Disciplinarian, and I'm your jewel. Sometimes little, sometimes not. We both know what each of those roles mean, and have everything we need in the relationship to define it for ourselves, or we define them as we need to. I don't always need you to be my Daddy, most often you are a disciplinarian to the adult that I am, and sometimes you are simply a friend.
I need this because I am not always sure of myself, not always convinced that I am worthwhile and wanted and liked. I worry too much, stress out about things I don't need to stress out about. I adapt so much better when I have someone I can turn to, someone who cares enough to help keep me in line and discipline me when I need it. A man who likes me for who I am, accepts me for me; the mature young lady in need of a close friend, the sometimes insatiable and explorative submissive in need of release, and the little girl...the little girl, that needs a Daddy to love her, to hold her, to discipline her...and never, ever abandon her.
If I ever find you, I hope I never have to let you go. Our relationship may grow, or change, or adjust, but I will always be, your little girl.
xoxo,
your jewel
I smiled and put down my pen, the tears flowing freely now and folded the letter neatly and tucked it into a pale lavender envelope with "Daddy" written in sparkly ink across the front, tucking it into my desk drawer. Someday, I hoped I would meet this man. The man with the gentle smile and strong hands, a stern voice and caring eyes. Full of life and fun, always able to make me smile or giggle. A man who loved the little girl he knew every woman holds deep inside her, and who will treasure the gift that sharing that littleness with him would be while still respecting the adult she always was.
I know I might never find someone that could be all I need them to be for me, but it had taken years to even recognize and embrace this need, to admit something that I have denied to myself and others for so long. I have a little girl inside me, a part of me that doesn't want to grow up. Someday, I hope to find someone that can understand that, and not be threatened by the rawness of that need, that desire. Someone who will simply take my face in his hands, plant a kiss on my forehead, and tell me to get over Daddy's lap for a long overdue spanking. I will pout and protest, but obey, because he is my Daddy, and I need him just as much as he needs me.
I no longer really feel what I felt in this letter as I've grown to much different desires now, but I *do* remember how I felt at this time, and as ageplay is a squick for me and always has been, Daddy play is definitly not about ageplay for many but it is very hard to articulate that difference, I *wrote* this piece and sometimes I don't even understand LOL.
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Dear Daddy,
I clutched the gel pen in my right hand, chewing on my lip and staring at the blank paper. My stomach felt funny, and tears threatened to flood my hazel eyes, but I bit my lip determinedly and started to write. There was so much to say, so much to share and explain. Much would be left unsaid, but if the right person ever got to read it, he would understand.
Dear Daddy,
I don't feel so good right now. My tummy hurts, but I think my heart hurts too. I wish you were here to hold me, and kiss my forehead, and tell me my tummy will feel better soon. It is hard to write this, to share this. I have ignored it for so long, and denied it for even longer. Im ready now, to embrace it.
I never knew I wanted someone like you. I had a good childhood, and my father was a kind and gentle man. I'm an adult now, a business owner, a homeowner. I have a lot going for me, and most of the time, I am mature, professional, and well-mannered. I enjoy being able to interact with you on an adult level, for you are an intelligent, funny and kind man.
Sometimes though, I don't listen to you, even though I know that I should. Sometimes I do things that are bad for me, like smoking, or not paying my bills on time, or not doing chores. Other times, I say words that are not not appropriate or ladylike, and I know you don't like when I say them.
You discipline me when I do that. Make me stand in front of you and look at you while you lecture, sharp words that make my eyes burn with tears. I hate disappointing you. I look at you with big eyes, my lips turned into a pouty frown as I mumble answers like "yes sir" and "Im sorry Daddy, I won't do it ever again." You listen to my pleadings and promises patiently, but that doesn't stop you from doing what you know you need to do to get through to me. You make me feel like a little girl, when you lecture me, you make me feel so vulnerable and exposed under your gaze and stern voice. Oh, how I hate disappointing you!
Then you tell me it's time for my spanking, and tell me to take my pants and panties off. When I hesitate, or protest, you just give me that LOOK and I obey, knowing that my protests will do no good. You pull me over your lap and wrap your arm around me tight, holding my body to yours. Then you spank me. Hard, fast strokes of your hand on my bare bottom, over and over until I'm squirming and kicking and whimpering in your lap, desperate for you to stop. Your hands are like steel, and my bottom is soon warm and pink. Some spankings end there, and you send me to the corner to think about what I've done, knowing how vulnerable this makes me feel, but knowing also that I trust you enough to obey you. Some spankings are harder, longer, harsher, and leave me sobbing and blistered, unable to sit without wincing for days. But afterwards, you always pull me to you and plant a kiss on my forehead and tell me you forgive me, and ask me if I will be a good girl now.
I will snuggle into your chest and sniffle and nod, promising to be your good girl. I close my eyes when you kiss my forehead, melting into you, letting all my vulnerabilities and doubts and fears pour down my cheeks as you hold me. You know how much that little display of affection affects me, and I know that it is ok to let it take over for a moment, and flush myself of all my feelings while you just hold me and listen.
I love when you spank me, Daddy. Even though it hurts, I need to know there are consequences for my actions. I need to know that someone cares enough about me and my well being to hold me accountable for those actions. I used to get away with everything, be able to talk my way out of any trouble, or any lie. I can't do that with you, you always know. Even when I do something naughty and you don't catch me, you know I will eventually tell you, because I can't stand the guilt. Your hand, coming down over and over on my sorry little bottom, is a constant reassurance that you care about me, you spank me until I'm pleading and crying, all my emotions bubbling over and turning me into a hysterical little girl, but it's ok, I know I am safe, that you won't judge me, or misunderstand, or get angry at me. I trust you, more than I've ever trusted another.
You won't leave me. No matter what I say or what I do, you will not abandon me, because you are my Daddy, and Daddy's don't abandon their little girls. Friends and lovers and strangers will come and go from my life, sometimes leaving hurt and scars behind, but not my Daddy. I cling to that reassurance, the one person in my life that I know I can count on, no matter what.
You send me to bed sometimes, sternly telling me if I can't behave, then I will go to bed early. I will protest and push you until you have had enough, and send me for the icyhot to rub in my bottom and burn the attitude away, or a paddle that you've ordered me to spank myself with until I can behave properly. When my bottom is burning and I am sorry, and apologize to you, you forgive me and send me to bed anyhow. You are always consistent, I know where I stand and never doubt that you care about me. You let me get away with things sometimes, but when I push your buttons just far enough, you know that I need the consequences and give them to me sternly. When you need space for yourself, you tell me and I understand and give it to you, but knowing that it doesn't mean you care any less, or that you are going anywhere.
Other times you send me to bed and I obey, sleepy and wanting to be under my warm covers with the teddy bear you gave me, closing my eyes and imagining you there with me, kissing me softly and whispering sweet dreams, tucking the covers around me and reassuring me that you care, and are there, and understand.
When I am sick, you make me feel OH, so little, taking me over your lap and lubing my bottom gently with Vaseline, sliding the thermometer into my little bottom hole and swatting my thighs, telling me to be still or I will get a spanking when you are done. Then you send me off to bed and make me stay there until I feel better, despite my protests. Daddy knows best little girl, you say to me.
I trust you, enough to show you all my emotions and all my doubts, even when they are bad. I can open my heart and soul to you and let the real ME inside shine. I'm safe to do this, and not have to worry about if I am being too overbearing, or worry about what you think of me. You love your little girl, no matter what her faults may be, even when tantrums take over and I say things I don't mean, or when I get upset and overemotional about things you have reassured me about over and over. You care about ME, all of me, and you know me well enough to know I will not be a burden to you, I will never have expectations of you that you can't meet, and you trust me to be as respectful of your heart and your needs, as you are of mine. We both have other lives, and sometimes little time together, but the time we do have together, is enough to give us both what we need.
Sometimes, I am not little on the surface. I need adult interaction, where I can be me as an adult, and that little girl inside is not so obvious. You spank me then too, sometimes with a crop, or the leather paddle. Even the leather leash or strap that leaves me wet and squirmy and tingly and wanting. If I've been a good girl, I'll get my wants addressed, and you will touch me tease me and probe me, listen to me gasp and squirm and cry out as I orgasm and collapse in your lap, exhausted and content. You trace your fingers over my face, taking in my flushed features and pulling me close to you for a cuddle. I feel so safe and wanted, as an adult, as the real me on the surface.
When I am really naughty, you make get down on all fours and take my naughty bottom hole with your cock, riding me hard while I whimper and moan and writhe beneath you, knowing this is for your pleasure only, because I am not allowed to touch myself, not allowed to give myself any pleasure that will take away from the pain and discomfort of your thick cock stretching my rosebud. When it is all over and I am sore, and you are satisfied, you pull me into you for a cuddle, kissing my forehead and telling me to be a good girl now. If I get sassy or pouty, you make me turn over and let you rub IcyHot in my sore, stretched bottom hole, letting the burn take care of my attitude problem. You are not my Daddy then, you are my Top. You understand the difference for me, and recognize when I need you to be Daddy, and when I don't.
I am not a child, but a consenting adult who has recognized her inner child and allows someone else, this special person in her life, to help her fulfill the needs of the inner child. That is you, Daddy. You discipline me when I need it, hold me tight and keep me safe, help me explore parts of myself I was always scared to explore, and share parts of your own self that very few people get to see. We share a bond that is not purely love, although I certainly love you on a certain level. It's not primarily a sexual relationship, or at all an abusive relationship...you are my Daddy, my Top and my Disciplinarian, and I'm your jewel. Sometimes little, sometimes not. We both know what each of those roles mean, and have everything we need in the relationship to define it for ourselves, or we define them as we need to. I don't always need you to be my Daddy, most often you are a disciplinarian to the adult that I am, and sometimes you are simply a friend.
I need this because I am not always sure of myself, not always convinced that I am worthwhile and wanted and liked. I worry too much, stress out about things I don't need to stress out about. I adapt so much better when I have someone I can turn to, someone who cares enough to help keep me in line and discipline me when I need it. A man who likes me for who I am, accepts me for me; the mature young lady in need of a close friend, the sometimes insatiable and explorative submissive in need of release, and the little girl...the little girl, that needs a Daddy to love her, to hold her, to discipline her...and never, ever abandon her.
If I ever find you, I hope I never have to let you go. Our relationship may grow, or change, or adjust, but I will always be, your little girl.
xoxo,
your jewel
I smiled and put down my pen, the tears flowing freely now and folded the letter neatly and tucked it into a pale lavender envelope with "Daddy" written in sparkly ink across the front, tucking it into my desk drawer. Someday, I hoped I would meet this man. The man with the gentle smile and strong hands, a stern voice and caring eyes. Full of life and fun, always able to make me smile or giggle. A man who loved the little girl he knew every woman holds deep inside her, and who will treasure the gift that sharing that littleness with him would be while still respecting the adult she always was.
I know I might never find someone that could be all I need them to be for me, but it had taken years to even recognize and embrace this need, to admit something that I have denied to myself and others for so long. I have a little girl inside me, a part of me that doesn't want to grow up. Someday, I hope to find someone that can understand that, and not be threatened by the rawness of that need, that desire. Someone who will simply take my face in his hands, plant a kiss on my forehead, and tell me to get over Daddy's lap for a long overdue spanking. I will pout and protest, but obey, because he is my Daddy, and I need him just as much as he needs me.
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Netzach
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This made me make a little leap.
Little girl space - it's not just for subs.
Two of my subs are much older than I am, and I think this is true for most young Dommes who enjoy the submale.
There's something about wrapping Daddy around your finger, making him give you horsey rides and buy you things and threatening to scream again if he doesn't do the "I'm a stupid fuckmonkey dance" and pointedly ignoring the bulge in his Humbert Humbert crotch. As if, Daddy.
Pardon me, off on a tangent. I really long to do some ageplay sometime. I think I'd be soooo irresistable in maryjanes and a little grey pleated skirt, like some Edwardian goth bad seed.
Richard49 said:
This made me make a little leap.
Little girl space - it's not just for subs.
Two of my subs are much older than I am, and I think this is true for most young Dommes who enjoy the submale.
There's something about wrapping Daddy around your finger, making him give you horsey rides and buy you things and threatening to scream again if he doesn't do the "I'm a stupid fuckmonkey dance" and pointedly ignoring the bulge in his Humbert Humbert crotch. As if, Daddy.
Pardon me, off on a tangent. I really long to do some ageplay sometime. I think I'd be soooo irresistable in maryjanes and a little grey pleated skirt, like some Edwardian goth bad seed.
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no need to pardon you for your "tangent"
I think it added to all this
Netzach said:
Pardon me, off on a tangent. I really long to do some ageplay sometime. I think I'd be soooo irresistable in maryjanes and a little grey pleated skirt, like some Edwardian goth bad seed.
no need to pardon you for your "tangent"
I think it added to all this
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Little girl space. That makes me think.
You would look absolutely adorable in that outfit. Go for it.
Netzach said:This made me make a little leap.
Little girl space - it's not just for subs.
Two of my subs are much older than I am, and I think this is true for most young Dommes who enjoy the submale.
There's something about wrapping Daddy around your finger, making him give you horsey rides and buy you things and threatening to scream again if he doesn't do the "I'm a stupid fuckmonkey dance" and pointedly ignoring the bulge in his Humbert Humbert crotch. As if, Daddy.
Pardon me, off on a tangent. I really long to do some ageplay sometime. I think I'd be soooo irresistable in maryjanes and a little grey pleated skirt, like some Edwardian goth bad seed.
Little girl space. That makes me think.
You would look absolutely adorable in that outfit. Go for it.
RavenSpirit2k4
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Well, I'm quite surprised from reading this. Gender aside, I guess I could be described as a "daddy". (Man, that sounds weird to me.)
But I am a bit on the gentler, more playful side of domme, although I can be a bitch when I want to. And I do take pride in my subs like that, encouraging and protecting while also disciplining and teaching.
It seems like a strange mix, considering that I also enjoy pain scenes. I wonder how that all holds together. Well, whatever, I am what I am, labels notwithstanding.
This is all very interesting. I hope some more folks will post so I can read some more POVs on it.
But I am a bit on the gentler, more playful side of domme, although I can be a bitch when I want to. And I do take pride in my subs like that, encouraging and protecting while also disciplining and teaching.
It seems like a strange mix, considering that I also enjoy pain scenes. I wonder how that all holds together. Well, whatever, I am what I am, labels notwithstanding.
This is all very interesting. I hope some more folks will post so I can read some more POVs on it.
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Betticus said:
I guess that would be as good a term as any. I'm Mommy to my cats.
No, I'm subbing to the cats, so that's still not quite right. Oh, well.
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It's funny how our tastes and perceptions shift over time, and something that yesterday sounded ridiculous could be the hottest trigger in the world tomorrow! When my Master and I were new to one another, we discussed and tried on several terms of respect- I called him Sir, and my Lord, but I steered clear of Master, because even though I was not new to D/s, that term had always triggered visions of B-movie horror sidekick Igor, hunchbacked and dragging a foot. That, however, was the one which he chose, knowing full well that it made me uncomfortable, and left me feeling a little silly. Nowdays, it's second nature.
Daddy once upon a time felt nasty to me, and called to mind thoughts of age/incest play, in which I had no interest. I'm not sure what changed- maybe it's that my birth-father has passed away, and my Master has taken on the role of protector & provider for me. Or maybe it's that over time I've been exposed to the term in hot, sexy contexts which did appeal. Still, I find myself thinking it, even though I get the impression that he wouldn't care for it.
What's "Daddy" mean to me? Daddy's "The Man". Daddy's in charge. You don't question Daddy- He knows what's best for you. It's authoritarian, but loving, strong, warm, and safe, and yet, there's a strong undercurrent of dirty & sexy there, inherent, I suppose, in the undeniable taint of taboo.
Daddy once upon a time felt nasty to me, and called to mind thoughts of age/incest play, in which I had no interest. I'm not sure what changed- maybe it's that my birth-father has passed away, and my Master has taken on the role of protector & provider for me. Or maybe it's that over time I've been exposed to the term in hot, sexy contexts which did appeal. Still, I find myself thinking it, even though I get the impression that he wouldn't care for it.
What's "Daddy" mean to me? Daddy's "The Man". Daddy's in charge. You don't question Daddy- He knows what's best for you. It's authoritarian, but loving, strong, warm, and safe, and yet, there's a strong undercurrent of dirty & sexy there, inherent, I suppose, in the undeniable taint of taboo.
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Betticus said:
That has a totally different feel to me which has little or nothing to do with gender. Mommies change diapers and bake cookies and put band-aids on scraped knees. Daddies have shotguns, and money, and sugar
While I know that real fathers most definitely teach, (and change diapers, of course,) and that real mothers most certainly protect- to death if they must! In terms of archetypes, Mommy teaches & nurtures, Daddy protects & provides. At least, that's how it works in my mind, and I very much didn't grow up with either of those archetypes in my life.
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Technodivinitas said:That has a totally different feel to me which has little or nothing to do with gender. Mommies change diapers and bake cookies and put band-aids on scraped knees. Daddies have shotguns, and money, and sugar
While I know that real fathers most definitely teach, (and change diapers, of course,) and that real mothers most certainly protect- to death if they must! In terms of archetypes, Mommy teaches & nurtures, Daddy protects & provides. At least, that's how it works in my mind, and I very much didn't grow up with either of those archetypes in my life.
Didn't think of it that way.
