She puts on her white socks, her shiny black 5” heels, and her Dorothy outfit with petticoats, and then tells me she is so sorry, that she forgot her panties.
Am I upset, or thankful.
I play being upset, and show her how upset her Daddy is at her, by making her sweet ass bright red with my hand.
I love Saturdays.
I have Daddy issues. All of a sudden. And I like them.
I always thought I wouldn’t be into anything sexual that involved a “Daddy” because, well…I still call(ed) my real-life father “Daddy.” I don’t anymore. I can’t.
I have a new Daddy. Whitman.
After our brief encounter with a young lady looking for a Daddy Dom, Whitman and I gradually came to realize that we found the idea very appealing. We also realized we didn’t need another girl to play that part. This idea has been on the back burner for a couple of 
months, but it’s been bubbling up and boiling over again suddenly. We’ve had an epiphany of sorts:
Whitman IS my Daddy. This is a totally new dynamic and it’s amazing. It’s sexy, it’s hot, it’s wonderfully fun, and a real turn-on; I’m wet and horny just writing about it. And get this…even though I normally can’t talk during sex, suddenly, if I’m talking to Daddy I can. I can answer any question, respond to any command, promise him anything.
Even if we’re not really engaging in sexy age-play, I love the feeling I get when Daddy calls me little girl, or babygirl, or of course, princess, in the bedroom or out. When I see Whitman after work, I want to hug him and kiss him and whisper in his ear, “Hi Daddy.” I want to call him Daddy all the time. Names like Sir or Master have always felt contrived and a little cheesy to me.
Calling Whitman Daddy seems like the most natural thing in the world. It’s perfect submission.
There have always been some child-like aspects to my personality anyway. For example, even though I’m smart and totally mature, I can be a little naïve, and I take great pleasure in happy things (flowers, kittens, sparkles, shiny iridescent sex toys). Suddenly, though, parts of me are becoming a little more child-like. I really want to wear not just pretty lingerie, but GIRLIE lingerie. Ruffly panties and sparkly costumes, even. I’ve ordered panties, petticoats, and ruffled socks.
I’m dying for this red riding hood dress to come back in stock.
I know this could be a sexual phase, and it may be something that comes in and out of play for us, but if nothing else, I think the names are here to stay.
From our Tumblr site at http://thenaughtyspot.tumblr.com/ it’s Top Tumblr Tuesday #6.
Last weekend SexFairy was given the first of her punishments. We are still waiting for her to complete her description of the event and post it here, hopefully tomorrow. In the meantime, as a hint of what’s to come, we bring your our TTT #6.
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