Daddy Dom and Me

For a long time I was really confused about what I wanted since I’m only 20 and hadn’t much experience with these things. I knew I was submissive, but I’m also pouty and like to be treated like a little princess. I recently found out through that there are lots of people with these relationship desire…and rather than hardcore bdsm doms, the men are called daddy doms. And I’m grateful to be in such an arrangement! The following is a mash up of some of my true every day experiences.


I love kitties and always really wanted a Siamese one but they’re not so popular and definitely not free but a few days ago I found one on the internet and just needed to have it and approached daddy with the idea.

“Can we please, please, please get the kitty?” I whined to him when he got home.

“I don’t think so…it’s not a good time and I don’t know if we can it the attention it needs.” He was more stern than I expected.

“But I want it!!” I pouted. Similar banter went back and forth with me starting to get really pouty and crying just a little.

In the middle of me throwing a fit in our bed room he grabs me by the hair, sits on the bed, and forces me over his lap.

“I hate it when you’re this whiny! You never learn.” He gruffly says as he pulls up my dress, yanks down my panties, and starts spanking me. Hard.

“Ow. Okay, we won’t get it! Please, don’t! Stop!” I yell like a spoiled brat and try to wriggle out of his grasp and whimper which only makes him hold me tighter and spank me harder. He holds my head down by my hair with one hand, and is spanking me the other. I continue to wriggle around but he only uses it as an opportunity to spank my bare pussy when I open my legs a bit. I try to keep my legs close and keep whining and until he pushes me off his lap and onto the ground.

I just sit on the ground and sob pathetically…I’m trying to make him feel sorry for me and keep rubbing tears away and making whimpering noises.

He looks down at me from the bed and says, “Okay, baby.