On Bended Knees | Year 25 Week 9 Day 63

The crack of a hand against the pleasing swell of her rear was the subject of last night's training.

Before the little monsters went down for the night it was reserved to teasing. A pop here when they weren't watching, rubbing it the next chance. Much to My supprise and pleasure when she went to the restroom she came back out with the plug burried deeply in here held there by her clothes.

When the oldest was down she began to clean like a good little girl. When she could she was on hands and knees, crawling around to Daddy's enjoyment. When she was finished over she came, reaching up to stroke Daddy's bulge beneath My pants with her hands. And then the affectionate little thing pressed between My legs and began rubbing her cheek and face against the warmth of My lap.

After a bit more teasing and playing the princess was finally down as well, and when she returned from laying her in the crib she promptly placed the blanket on the floor and settled in on her knees and elbows like a good girl waiting for what was to come.

I was still finishing up things on the computer so it was mostly teasing smacks and soft strokes she recieved for a time. Once I finished the kitten was placed in its nighttime home, the downstairs bathroom, I relieved Myself and then returned to find her still waiting like the good girl she is not having moved more than crossing her ankles.

After getting comfortable in My seat again the spanking truely began. Intensity, frequency, location....all changed with each passing moment just to test her. Several minutes into the session I stood and went to the kitchen, recalling a comment she made in her blog about the metal spatula. The impliment retrieved and hidden from her view, I returned.

First she got to feel the cool metal rubbing against her warmed flesh before the first strike. Again intensity, frequency and location were all malable...though I took care not to strike too firmly or risk spoiling her first experience. What marks the slots made where light and vanished quickly from view.

When that finished I knelt behind her and pressed close, stroking her sides and back, telling her and showing her what a good girl she was being. Then I whispered what I intended to do next. I know she is not a fan of the belt but I wanted it at the moment. So after a few moments of soothing her reservation I fetched it and began using it lightly against her body, the blows light and teasing throughout ranging from the heels of her feet to her outstreched arms.

I knew it did nothing for her even before I asked and it was confirmed, but for Me the real pleasure in it came in her obediance and acceptance despite her personal feelings. And she was rewarded with more stroking and petting for that before the spanking continued at her request. This time though I held back less, her dark skin warming and turning slightly red at times.

Then came the pleasure of filling her soaked mound when she reached back and removed the plug that was filling it thus far. I finished removing her panties without moving her from her possition much and cast them aside before pressing close and easing in. A shame though that I couldn't take her as I wanted, now that she's with child again rough and/or deep aren't an option.

So when that failed I moved to the floor and she mounted, sliding it inside that warm moist trap I could get lost in and die happy. It wasn't long before words started flowing, dark and erotic, sending Uus both down that rabbit hole of debauchery and wanton lusts that so often turned into pure extascy.

It was nearly an hour after the spankings truely began that I came, My climax filling her wanting body with as much of Me as I could pour out for My obediant, loving babygirl.