Hi I’m Daisy!

The silk of his tie pulls tight against my wrists. He knows i could wriggle out if i wanted to.. so he pulls it tighter. My fingertips go cold. Daddy asks if i’m tied too tight. I like the coolness of my fingers against the warm skin of my ass. “No, Sir” i replied. I can no longer tell where he is in relation to me. The room has turned to darkness as my eyes are blinded with another tie. The anticipation of our tryst has my skin on high-alert. My ears strain to hear his movements, my mind trying to piece together tidbits of sound to create a mental picture.

Daddy’s hand comes down hard upon my bottom. The sting giving way to a warm heat that radiates to my core. I am His. I belong to Him. Again and again his hand meets my flesh, until i’m sure my bottom became a rosy-red. I’m so wet it’s agonizing. How i wish things would progress, but i must be patient.. all in due time. Daddy calls me a little slut, and my cheeks flush with embarrassment, i know he’s right. If anything, this daisygirl is a nympho. Always ready, willing and able.. but never expecting. I’m unbound, and Daddy tells me to flip over onto my back. Still blindfolded, i feel naked and quite vulnerable, yet i know that Daddy would never hurt me. I’m told not to move, and i hear as his footsteps take him downstairs. I wait with bated breath.. my skin aching for his touch to return.. my ears begging for a hint of what’s to come. A few anguished moments later, He returns to my side, and clothes pins are attached to my nipples. Squeezing them within their wooden grasp, my pain tolerance is tested. Just a touch past “ouch”.. but not nearly enough to bring out a safeword. 2 more pinch the skin on the inside of my thighs, bringing again that warm rush of blood. Daddy plays with me, toying with my pussy until i thought i may jump out of my skin. He pauses a moment, to flick at the clips on my nipples, sending waves of pain and pleasure radiating through my chest.. adding to the excitement. Within moments i’m begging him for permission to orgasm.. Permission granted i’m pushed over the edge. My nipples feel as though they are exploding with every wave of pleasure Daddy gives me. What a grateful daisygirl he made me.

Very, very grateful.

Thank you, Daddy.

Daddy has asked me to write about what it means to be a lil girl. I have to admit, i’m having the slightest bit of trouble with this one.  Not that i can’t explain it.. i just can’t quite find the words..

Being a Daddy’s girl means never having to hide. Being accepted for who and what you are.
From the top of your head, to the tips of your toes. The good, bad, and ugly parts are all
acounted for, and treasured. It means having someone to submit to. Someone to take care of, in any way He desires. It means being cultivated, and pruned into a beautiful woman. The motivation to be the best that you can be comes not only from within, but also from Daddy. Always looking out for you, and keeping your best interests at heart. Daddy’s girls are willful at times, but know with a look, or a change in tone, that Daddy’s always in charge. They bask in his attentions, and desire His ability to keep them in their place. Daddy’s girls crave boundaries, and seek the ramifications of breaking the rules. They like to play, and giggle, reminding Daddy that sometimes everyone needs to be silly.

I must remember to share. Daddy isn’t solely mine. I have a “sister” if you will. Sometimes, i forget that he has to spend time with her too. It’s not as easy as if she were across town, in-fact she’s not even in the same state, let alone zip code.

I have to admit, i’m a little spoiled. I see Daddy on a daily basis. I’m able to touch him, and kiss him, and on the occasion when we share a bed, i’m blessed with the ability to fall asleep on his chest; drifting off to sleep to the sound of his heart beat.

Daddy’s explained that whenever he’s with me, he’s with me.. and whenever he’s with her, he’s with her. That’s not to say that either one of us is any lesser than the other, or that we cease to be his “little girl”, we just have to learn how to share. I do my best, but it’s not exactly an easy feat. I have green eyes for a reason. Normally, i can keep myself in check… and actually, i think i’ve done pretty good so far. But there are those times that feelings of… neglect?.. start creeping up in my belly.

Yes, I get to sit and watch TV with Daddy. We chill with his roommate and friends… but there comes a time when i just want some quality Daddy-daisy time… Sometimes, Daddy’s willing to give that to me.. and sometimes, he’s just not able. I’m not the type to get bratty or act out, but the thought has definitely crossed my mind. I withdraw from the conversation, retreating into my own thoughts.

Recently, i’ve been mulling over the options of actions. And i’ve realized some interesting things about how i handled situations in my own adolescence. How intriguing it is to have the clarity of mind to chose a different path with Daddy. Where i used to pull some random stunt, relishing the attention (all be it “bad” attention), i find myself choosing the path of least resistance. Just because Daddy is preoccupied, doesn’t mean that i should consciously buck his authority, just to have him notice me.

I must remain patient, and wait my turn like a good little girl.

Forgive me for not writing on this topic the day it actually happened, but events of the day had me a little pre-occupied.

I got my collar.

The past few days with Daddy have been fantastic. We’ve discussed my giving up of more power. Him taking over more aspects of my life, and me reassuring him that this is what i want, what i need.

Words fail me as i try to explain the effect Daddy collaring me has had. I feel safe, taken care of, protected. The feel of cold metal on my ankle reminds me constantly of his promise to this little girl. It makes me think twice before i open my mouth. Would Daddy approve? Is this going to get me into hot water?.. I’m anticipating a rather interesting shift in my reaction to a lot of things.

I’m so excited. I finally belong to someone; to Daddy. And it makes me so incredibly happy that i fear i might burst… *giggle*

Thank you, Daddy.

Daddy’s set up this blog, so that i may express my thoughts and feelings pertaining to my journey. A journey of a lil girl, and her submission.

Tonight, i get to write my first official post.   Thanks, Daddy

As one of Daddy’s lil girls, i have certain rules that i must follow. One of these being that i must ask for permission before i orgasm. Honestly, i thought that this was only when i was playing without Daddy. I was sorely mistaken.

After i caught my breath, but before my heart could even think of returning to a normal pace, Daddy asks me what i forgot. Wracking my brain, the only answer i could come up with was that i had yet to set the alarm for the next morning… obviously not what He was thinking of, i sheepishly replied “i dunno”. And then, it hit me. i didn’t ask before i came. It’s not an easy emotional switch, going from utterly content post coital glow, to my “lil girl” space.. but there i went. Instantly knowing that i had stepped out of line, and needed to be corrected.

Across Daddy’s knee i went, and as His hand turned my white cheeks a lovely shade of pink, i was instructed to count. 10 in total, the first 5 or 6 were rather enjoyable.. after #8 however, i was ready to stop. I haven’t been across someone’s knee in many years…and never before for not asking permission to orgasm. However, i found myself relishing in the attention and the sting of hand on cheek. I didn’t scream, a small yelp here and there, but nothing serious.

Daddy wants me to explain here what i felt like afterward. My butt hurt. That’s how i felt.. hehe :)  But lets be serious here for a second.. I felt humiliated. And very sorry for my mistake. All i ever want in this world is for Daddy to be happy… and i didn’t do that… which makes me feel horrible, and my stomach does flip-flops. After we discussed exactly why i got a spanking, those flip-flops stopped, and i was overwhelmed with a sense of… peace?..  The encounter was over, the misdeed done, the punishment completed..

To the average person, curling up and falling asleep to the heartbeat of someone who just spanked you, may not seem like a good idea. But that’s exactly what i did. Snuggled up with Daddy, i slept like a baby.

Daddy’s Daisy-baby.

…the diary of Daddy’s Daisybaby…