Mmmm Can We Start The Morning Like This Baby Girl? Fresh Hot Cup Of Coffee As We Languidly Fuck In The

He gave her a space where she knew she was safe. Where she could blossom and bloom into her true self. A place where she could let go. Where she could open up and expose the beauty and perfection within knowing that she would be cherished and loved.

He gave her freedom to live without fear. He accepted her just as she was. In all her perfection. In all her flaws. Even with all of his.

He helped her to see her beauty. To believe in it. To feel it deep down in her soul. To understand that the beauty was within her all the time.

She didn’t need him for this. The strength was within her to begin with. But she yearned for him. Yearned to share it all with him and to give him the control, her submission, and to let him help her expose it all to world.

“There’s a Method. His Method. And It Takes Time and Trust.”

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Sorry about the reposts!

Tumblr in its infinite wisdom decided to flag and hide some of my favorite posts and stories I have written. Grrrr!!!!

So in an effort to keep them here I created the posts again and posted them as new ones. I hope you can enjoy them the second time around. I’m working on new ones as well and you can see those mixed in.

When I tell you that I miss you, baby girl, do you understand what I mean? It’s not that it’s been too long since I’ve seen you. It’s not that it’s been too long since we’ve talked. I can be talking to you that very second and miss you terribly. When I tell you that I miss you it means that I ache for you to be here with me this very second. It means that I want to share every second of my life with you. It means that I want to hold your hand as you sit quietly next to me. It means that I want to push you up against the wall and make love to you until we collapse spent and gasping. It means that I want to go for a walk with you or sit in the park with you. It means I want to talk to you about the inane things in my every day life or about politics or about music or every fucking thing in the world. It means that my life is not complete without you in it and without you here next to me. Every second of every day I miss you! Not because you are far away but because I want to share it all with you. Because I don’t feel complete without you here with me. Because a part of my soul lives within you and I’m not whole without you. That’s what I mean when I say I miss you. Do you understand that baby girl?

I wonder.... do my words affect you like this?? Do they leave you aching for more? Do they make you wet with desire? Do they make your head spin and your face blush? Do you feel the need to play? The need for release? Do they flood your mind with the images of all that I am craving to do to you and with you? All the things you are longing for? All the fantasies and desires that you want fulfilled? Can you see it in detail? Feel my touch? My hands claiming you? My lips tasting you? My cock filling you? I wonder, baby girl, do my words affect you?

I love this so much! It is so true! So many doms and subs really need to understand this and how important it is.

where do you find the inspiration for the things you write?

Hi there and thanks for the ask. It’s a combination of my own experiences as a daddy and dom, my desires and my fantasies. I enjoy writing and sharing them and I try to set a good example of what a supportive and caring Dd/lg relationship should be.

To be perfectly honest there is a high likelihood that I might pin you too them and kiss you long and hard in public too! In private I’ll do much more naughty things, and pin you to every available surface; doors, walls, countertops, tables, desks, floors, beds! 😈

😍😂😂😂🤣🤣 Truth!!

Every good girl who wants to try being a slut should have at least one sexual relationship with a man substantially older than her. This list is funny but it’s 100% accurate, and it could be much longer. Older men know how to communicate. They know how to listen and create a sexual experience that is what the little slut wants and needs. They understand mental foreplay.

Try an older man.

Sometimes you just have to sit naked in the rain and feel the water and wind washing over you! Feels so amazing! The droplets of water cascading over you, the wind whipping the trees and caressing your skin. Watching nature let loose in front of you and just taking it all in.

There may or may not have been mushrooms involved as well. 🍄😍❤️😂

Did you think daddy would let your bratty attitude slide baby girl? I warned you didn’t I? More than once. But you continued to talk back to daddy. Continued to tease when daddy told you to behave. Doing your best to disobey daddy every chance you could. And now it’s time to suffer the consequences, little girl. So daddy is going to have to give you a little reminder of what happens to naughty girls. Pulling your squirming protesting body down and across daddy’s lap. Listening to you whine and protest and plead as I yank your skirt and panties down to expose your soft white bottom. You let out a whimper and try to apologize for being naughty. Promise to be better as the first spank lands solidly on your pretty little ass making it rock and quiver as you yelp out in pain.

“Do I have your attention now, baby girl?”

“Daddy, I’m sorry. Please. No spanks!”

My hand smacks your ass had again making you cry out again. The flesh starting to redden.

“Are you going to continue to interrupt daddy?”

“No daddy, I’m sorry. I’ll listen.” You plead, with tears starting to well up in your eyes.

“It’s about time, baby girl. Daddy has been more than patient with you haven’t I?”

“But daddy!”

Smack lands my hand, once, twice, three times until you’re squirming your ass hard trying to pull away from the spanks.

“I asked you a question, baby girl.”

“Yes daddy. So very patient with me”, you whimper, biting your lip as the tears run down your cheeks.

“Why do we have rules baby girl?”

“Ummm” you stammer trying to think up a good answer. “To protect baby girl. To keep her safe and take care of her, because daddy only wants what’s best for baby girl.”

“Very good baby girl. That’s right” I praise as I massage and rub your pink stinging cheeks. “Now it seems that you forgot that today so I need to give you a lesson to help you remember. Are you ready for that?”

“Yes, daddy” you mumble as you bury your face in the couch pillows.

“I think ten more spanks should do it don’t you, baby girl?”

“Noooo, daddy. Just five please. I’ll be good!” You plead trying to look back at me with your big eyes full of tears.

“Daddy says ten, baby girl” and with that the spanks commence. Daddy’s hand alternating ass cheeks and placement. Counting as I spank you again and again. One arm pinning you down as you squirm and writhe under daddy’s hand. Your whimpers and sobs coming between spanks until daddy has given you your spanks.

Daddy rubs your cheeks softly now as you lay collapsed on daddy’s lap. The other hand slipping up to caress your hair and wipe the tears from your cheeks. “Are you going to be daddy’s good girl now?”

“Yes daddy! The best baby girl ever. I promise! I’m sorry for being bad”.

“It’s ok baby girl. Daddy loves you.” I stroke your forehead and cheek letting my fingers trail over your lips.

“Ummm. Daddy.” You whimper. “There’s something I have to tell you”

“What’s that baby girl?”

“Ummm don’t be mad, but ummmm I really wanted spanks. I needed them.”

“I know Princess” I assure you as I slowly slip my hand down over cheeks and push my fingers down between your legs and through your soft folds feeling your little pussy dripping wet as you let out a guttural moan and quiver, trembling with need for daddy. “That’s my good girl! Now it’s time for daddy to make it all better!”