As I sit here incubating the viral family vacationing within me, I thought I’d redirect my thoughts from my various sick related aches and pains to a more “pleasant” category of pain.
Being in a Daddy/girl dynamic, I end up with a lot of spankings. Paddle, crop, bondage belt, prison strap, leather slapper… and I am sure I am missing implements here but really the only tool Daddy has in his arsenal of bdsm that he doesn’t use on his little girl is the braided flogger. That is way too heavy an implement to use within our Daddy/girl relationship.
But aside from the tools of trade which can’t be left around because of visiting family and friends, I have arranged for a “pervertible” in each room of the house. A pervertible, for those of you unfamiliar with the terminology, is an innocent looking household object that can be used in bdsm and kink. Examples are clothesline for bondage, clothespin for nipple clamps and a hair brush for spanking. Since these items look like they genuinely belong in the house, the vanilla observer will be none the wiser of the objects sinister purpose. So we have a hair brush in the bedroom, a wooden spatula in the kitchen, a ruler in the office, etc. These objects are only used for spankings but they look completely common place in their respective rooms so they can be left out. Having these things laying around the house allows for easy access when Daddy feels I need immediate correction for something. Also they are a constant and present reminder of the fact that I am his little girl. Finally, when company is over, these things become occasion for much blushing on my behalf. He can glance at these things and back at me, give me that certain grin and I need a change of panties.
The “down” side of these things, however, is the same as their advantage and that’s easy access… our kitchen is on the front of the house facing the street and the living room and bedroom face a park in the back of the house. So if it’s dark outside and lit inside and the curtains are open… everyone out there can see anything that goes on here. Now you think Daddy cares about that when he thinks I am due a spanking? Nooooo. Just the other day, I was in the kitchen and I don’t remember what I exactly had done to deserve a spanking but I think it was probably me being a smartass (common occurrence I might add *g*) because Daddy had me immediately bent over the kitchen table and had given me a couple of hard smacks. I do remember, a couple of smacks did not knock the smart out of my ass because 5 minutes later, I was still being a smartass so noting that my butt needed a bit more attention, he grabbed the spanking spatula, pushed me firmly down on the table again and for good measure, yanked down my shorts and panties. Of course, just as he started walking towards me, my eyes went wide with realization of the impending full bare bottom spanking in full view of the window when it had just gotten dark outside which is generally dog walking hour… and I began to whine because a couple smacks may go unnoticed or be chalked up to being silly but this…
“Daddy please? Please not here! What if someone sees?”
“What if?” he dismissed it just like that.
That’s the stuff of mortification I tells ya. Midway through the spanking though, just as he had me bouncing in place and when the pain had build up enough for me to forget my potential audience, he chuckles and goes, “Oh and here are the neighbors.” all nonchalant. (in fact the neighbor across the way had come out, if they saw something or not… I am going to tell myself no)
And you see, we’ve had neighbors comment on seeing this or that pot or cake in our kitchen which proves both that we have nosy neighbors AND the extent of visibility out of the windows.
Soooo, between running in the house naked except for being wrapped in pee-dripping car blankets, getting thoroughly spanked in front of every window, moaning with a cock in some orifice in the garage AND the backyard, all of them repeatedly…. well we’ve been in this neighborhood for only a year but I think we might have to move soon!
Actually, the idea of being watched while I am being punished by Daddy or when I service him or when he is using me turns me on beyond reason… if it wasn’t by my neighbors. I do run into these people every day and most of them are my parents’ age. It’s just awkward! Anyway, I’ll write more later on my voyeurism, exhibitionism and believe it or not, I’ve already earned myself a pretty severe spanking to look forward to as soon as I am healthy enough to receive it. Right now my poor body needs the respite of sleep. Gah.
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