When Dadd Loses Patience

[maryfj1972]

From My Website: http://thedisciplineofmary.wordpress.com/

I am not the easiest person to get along with, you know that, right? In fact, I can be quite stubborn and difficult. But, the two of us, we do get along amazingly well, don’t we? And we love each other very much and trust each other with all our hearts. There is no doubt that what we have is special and I am devoted to you and will love you for the rest of my life. But getting back to my temperament; you definitely know how to handle me, no question there. Don’t get me wrong, if you feel you are wrong or out of line, you’ll apologize. And I appreciate that you don’t feel that I’m always wrong! It would no doubt give me a complex if I believed I was the only one in this relationship who can be irrational! You are strong willed, too, and you like the notion that you get to me sometimes with your moods! Having said that, you certainly don’t allow me to take advantage of your kindness or take for granted the fact you love me. If I tear into you for no reason, you have a tendency to put me in my place, and I back down quickly. You’re the stronger one, and I need that. And you do it without being a bully, without ever being mean; (although I don’t always see it that way at the time). It seems I’m the one who can be mean, more often than not. I like it when you give it back to me, and you should hopefully know that by now! We are like two pieces of a puzzle that fit together nicely!

This particular day is an ominously dark, stormy Saturday and I don’t feel as if you are giving me enough attention. It’s nearly ten in the morning and I’m still in my pajamas, feeling mean and restless…It’s been a few weeks since we have even had a disagreement, and you could already feel it building over the past couple of days as I pick at you over the slightest incident, and right now it’s to go somewhere with me, a movie, shopping, anything. But you are trying to get some things done for work to lighten your work load on Monday, so you mumble, telling me to go read or something—you even have the audacity to wave me away like I’m a petulant child, which only infuriates me and I stomp away, sulking. I try to read, but I’m distracted, irritable. I find you again and try to pick another fight, this time over the fact I you seem mad at me. You’re at your computer; your back is to me. You sigh heavily, put your head in your hands and I quickly realize you’ve had it with me. “Jesus, I am getting a headache,” you utter. You are always so patient with me…so your exasperation tells me I have gone too far in my quest for your attention.

You call me over, and although you don’t raise your voice, you do sound angry. I hesitate; wishing I could take it back, take it <em>all</em> back. You call me again, “I said come here, Mary.” You stand up as you turn around and I can’t even look at you, as I can imagine how angry you are.

“Look at me, baby. I told you last night I had to get this done and we’d <em>perhaps</em> do something tomorrow. Is it too much to ask for a few hours? You ask gently, though I can sense your irritation.”

“No…” I say meekly, biting my lower lip.

“What’s that? Speak up,” You say, still not raising your voice.

“I said ‘No’. Look, I’m sorry. Please don’t be mad at me! Go ahead, finish your work; do what you have to do!” I say this exuberantly and I put my arms around your neck, hoping to appease you, but deep down I know well enough once you’re angry, you don’t reel it in quickly.

You also know that we can either have an entire afternoon of your being angry and me trying to discuss/argue/reason/analyze the situation/plead my case with you…<strong>OR</strong> you can take care of it in a better way; a quicker and more efficient way, with the more desirable results lasting weeks.

You opt for the latter and tell me to go upstairs and take a hot shower.

“Off you go, then!” you say, giving me a playful swat on my behind. As I turn to walk away, you add, “And when you’re done, put on the black silk panties I got for you…and nothing else. You have thirty minutes, and I’m coming up.”

Detecting something dissembling in your tone, I stop, unable to move, my back to you.

“Why? What are you going to do?” I asked quickly, swallowing hard.

I’m suddenly terrified, my knees shaking a bit, as the butterflies begin to flutter in my stomach.

“You know exactly what I’m going to do,” you say smiling, your voice a bit teasing and playful. You come up behind me, put your arms around me, and whisper very gently in my ear, “You know very well I’m going to spank you, love. Give you the “attention” you seem to be lacking. If it’s attention you require, then attention you’ll get.” Your breath tickles my neck, my ear and you can feel me tremble, as you give me a soft kiss on my neck and nuzzle me gently, the butterflies now going crazy. You know I can fight and argue all day, until I wear you down, neither of us the better for it, but when you dole out punishment, I’m compliant and easy for weeks until I need it again. This saves time and loads of energy, as you abhor senseless, pointless arguing. It always begins with me going to take a hot shower because, one, you like me nice and squeaky clean for any further playing, if I behave, of course. And, two, it gives you a chance to calm down (and also in this case, work), and it gives me a chance to mentally prepare. I’m uncomfortable with you seeing me naked and exposed in various compromising positions, and the time alone helps to come to terms with whatever you have in mind for me to do. Because I’m so naturally impatient, you also find it necessary that I suffer in the anguish of waiting.

I turn the water on in the shower as hot as I can stand it, my skin soon getting nice and pink, which will only heighten the punishing sensations I’ll feel later. I scrub myself, shaving my legs, the bit of stubble around my pussy, leaving only a nice, trimmed “landing strip,” as you like to call it. I lather my tits, my ass, my pussy…inserting a soapy finger in and gasping and clutching at the walls of the shower for support. I pull the detachable shower head down and slowly rinse the soap off my slick body, the stinging hot water running off in rivulets. I masturbate a bit with the hand held shower on full blast; god it feels nice! I replace the shower head, realizing I may be running out of time, and quickly wash and rinse my long hair.

After I shower and dry off, I comb my hair and fluff it to let it air dry, as I don’t have time now to blow dry it. I then slip on the requested garment…black silk panties. You bought them for me, and they are a little too snug, perfect for that slight feeling of embarrassment I’ll feel lying face down across the bed soon. They are stretched quite tightly across my round bottom, and the thought of what’s to come already makes me wet. I draw the heavy curtains, darkening the room even more, light the candles, hoping to add a little warmth and sensuality to the mood, but it doesn’t calm my nerves one bit. I then sit on the edge of the bed feeling quite self-conscious, and wait. Minutes later, I hear your foot steps and my heart starts to beat faster, my breathing gets rapid and shallow, and I’m terribly nervous, the butterflies are going crazy! My pussy is already throbbing, literally aching in anticipation of my impending punishment. You enter the room and you no longer look angry. In fact, your face is kind; the sweet face of the man I fell in love with and part of me hopes you’ll have mercy…but that has never happened before! You are truly a man of your word. I know and love the fact that you’re consistent in that regard, as well as thorough in the area of punishment, as I will again regrettably discover.

You stand in front of me, between my knees, and tilt my chin so I look at you. My eyes wide with fear and regret coupled with my damp hair framing my face make me look a little wild. You bend down and give me a nice long, deep kiss, your hands gently grabbing my hair.

“I adore you, you know that. That’s why I punish you. I don’t want to, god knows I don’t want to hurt you, but I think you need this, don’t you? You hold my face in your warm, gentle hands as you speak. It’s true. You hate having to spank me, but you have no intention of spending your Saturday listening to me whine and bitch until bed time. This is quicker, and in the long run, more enjoyable. You know that in a couple hours, I’ll be purring like a kitten, your good girl again. And you know afterwards, not only am I much more pleasant to deal with for weeks, but we have the best sex ever, guaranteed. It’s a fair trade off!

You tell me to lie across the bed now, placing two or three pillows under my hips to raise my ass while you position me for my spanking. You know I’m absolutely humiliated this way, and I know from past experience I am to keep my arms out in front of me, not to try to shield my behind(clutching the top of the mattress if I need to), and to keep my legs spread. I’m absolutely mortified; I never get used to this part.

You start by gently rubbing my bottom and telling me what a bad girl I am. Rubbing in circles, feeling the soft fabric, a sheer barrier offering no real protection, stretched across my quivering ass. You never raise your voice as you lecture me on the fact you need time to work, that I should have more consideration for you and your job and all that you do for the two of us, how spoiled and impatient I can be. Then you make me ask you to spank me.

“Please spank me, Daddy,” I say, looking straight ahead and barely audible.

“Louder, “you say; your voice even, “and look at me when you ask.”

I look at you and ask hoarsely, “Will you spank me…hard?”

“Of course, I will, darling. You’ll get my hand first. Just to warm you up a bit, give you little tingle…that will prepare you nicely for the belt.”

I turn my head quickly to look at you. “NO! That’s too much, Daddy! That will hurt…just a hand spanking, I’ll be good, I promise.” I knew that I would be reduced to tears with just your hand…the belt would render me incoherent.

“You brought this on yourself; you’ll take it and whatever else I do to you. Am I clear?”

“Yes, Daddy.” I knew there was no use arguing, you are more stubborn than I am…and you always win.

Your large hand comes down at once on my panty clad ass and it takes my breath. Doesn’t hurt, but then you spank harder. Ten, twenty, thirty, hard strokes and I’m starting to feel the heat. About thirty more and tears come, my body jerking, my head snapping back with nearly each slap; my ass is on fire. I’m crying out loudly and begging you to stop, the tears now uncontrollable. Eventually you stop, and rub my tender bottom as I sob quietly. Then I feel you slide a finger in the leg of each side of my panties and I assume you are going to pull them down, but instead you pull them up, thong like, between my ass cheeks, the fabric rubbing against my throbbing pussy. Jesus, how humiliating! You gently trail your fingers along the tight fabric on my pussy and I tremble and moan softly from your touch, wanting you to finger me, begging you to. Instead, you resume spanking my red, sore, bare bottom, telling me to spread my legs so you can spank my inner thighs, as I grind against the pillows. I come instantly.

“You naughty little minx! You had an orgasm during your punishment!” I sense you are not happy that I did so without asking. I know that I’ll be punished soundly for that.

You waste no time retrieving your belt from the closet before I can recover, and begin spanking me. Spanking me with your hand was nothing compared to this! Ten, twenty, thirty hard strokes in rapid fire succession, each one leaving my ass a deeper pink, then red. I’m crying again now, yelling, begging for you to stop…but grinding against the pillows harder, my pussy so sensitive, so wet! You know good and well I derive pleasure from your discipline, but you then take me a level beyond it, to see how much I can take without breaking. In the time we have been together, you have never hurt me beyond what is reasonable, never abusive. Within our marriage, you succeeded in making sure I know I am safe and that I am loved. My trust for you as my sexual pedagogue was established early on; the trust is unquestionable and never wavers. For these reasons, during our little “sessions,” my body is yours to punish, pleasure, and obtain pleasure from, and I give myself, as well as all aspects of my sexual and behavioral edification, to you willingly and without reservation.

“Is your pussy wet, Mary? Spread your legs a little wider, sweetheart, let me check you and see. You know you’ll have more punishment coming, if you are, don’t you? I can’t have you completely enjoying this.”

I spread my legs wide so you can feel my wet panties; you move the fabric to the side and finger fuck me as I regain my composure, which doesn’t happen quickly. I begin to moan softly as I rock back and forth on your finger. Feels so good! I’m so fucking wet, it’s dripping down my thighs. I beg you to let me come again, to play with my pussy some more, but you won’t. Extracting your finger, you give me ten more hard, methodical, and well placed swats with the belt, leaving no part of my bare bottom unmarked.

“Turn over!”

I obey, a bit stiffly, as you toss the pillows to the side and strip my damp panties off.

“Spread your legs. Better yet, bend your knees, placing them flat against the mattress, and put the bottoms of your feet together, your arms above your head.”
I’m completely naked now, totally exposed, giving you a nice view of my soaking wet pussy, now at your mercy. The lingering scent of my soap mingled with my sex fills the room. You take the belt and tell me not to move a muscle as you slide it across my inner thighs. I look up at the ceiling, my pussy wide open and wet, wanting you inside me so much right now.

“I want you to play with yourself while I finish your punishment.” It wasn’t a question, nor a suggestion, but an order.
“I can’t,” I whimper. “Please, don’t make me do that. Please, Daddy! Can we stop? I’m sorry…Please don’t make me! Please…”

“You can, baby, and you will,” you say gently. “It’s OK, I know you like to play with yourself.” You take my hand and gently place it on my pussy. “There you go, keep those legs open; I want to see my sweet girl come.”

First I gently trace my finger along the outer lips of my pussy, then gently insert my finger and slide it in and out, all the while looking at you, like you like. I then rub my clit furiously, closing my eyes, knowing you are watching. You tell me to stop and place my hands once again above my head.

You then spank my inner thighs with the belt, and although it hurts, I don’t dare close my legs one inch, or you’ll start over. You have before. I’m crying, begging you to stop, my breath coming in gasps, my pussy is so wet, and all I want is your mouth on it. The pain you inflict from the belt is only making me wetter. You alternate with five slaps of the belt on each thigh…and stop, my sobbing quite audible, and have me masturbate again for you, and just before I come, you command me to stop. You resume spanking me, again alternating from my left to my right leg; thrashing each leg thoroughly. I’m howling now, begging you to stop…and you do, only to have me continue playing with my incredibly wet and throbbing pussy. Once again, you make me stop and have me suck my fingers to keep me quiet, lest you add more onto my sentence. Crying uncontrollably, I do as I’m told and suck my taste off my fingers. The belt crashes against my poor thighs—five, ten more times. You gently take my trembling hand and delicately place it on my pussy.

“Come for me, angel…my sweet girl, I won’t spank you anymore. That’s it, now,” you say soothingly. I finger fuck myself and rub my clit, Jesus, I’m so fucking wet! It doesn’t take long for me to arch my back, still in the same submissive position and come hard. Fuck! I delight in the absolute ecstasy of coming for you as you watch! My tender thighs are on fire…again you take me just beyond the pleasure I get from this to absolute regret I ever bothered you like an insolent child this morning. Oh, how I’m now wishing I could take this morning back.

“You are my sweet girl, aren’t you?” you say gently.

Tears streaming down my face, I manage to say, rather contritely, “Yes.”

You lean down to wipe my tears, kiss me hard and insert your middle finger in my pussy, making me moan softly. My legs are still in the same position bent at the knees, feet together, giving you full access to my open pussy and you take full advantage by playing with me, finger fucking me with your middle finger, rubbing my swollen clit with your thumb; you then instruct me to come. My hips gyrate, rise and fall, and soon I’m coming for you…hard. Moaning and gasping, I’m trembling so hard. Still shaking, you turn me on my side, practically on my stomach, lie down beside me, and begin gently rubbing, licking, and kissing my sore, red behind. Oh, how I love your gentle kisses when you are through punishing me, how you gently stroke and rub the pain away. It feels so nice! I moan softly, almost purring. Placing me on my back, you then get between my legs and push them apart nice and wide. You gently kiss my inner thighs as you did my bottom, still stinging and on fire. You stroke them with your gentle hands, licking and kissing, sending waves of pleasure through me. Such sweet, gentle kisses. My Daddy is no longer angry, but wants to take the pain away (but not the lesson!). You then bury your face in my pussy, your tongue sliding up and down my wet slit, and then making little circles, jabbing it deep inside my pussy…then you flick your tongue across my swollen clit and suck on it until my body is racked in orgasmic spasms.

You come up to lie on top of me, tell me to kiss my taste off you and I do so greedily. You tell me over and over again how much you love me, asking if I’ll be good now. We kiss deeply and you tell me you hope you don’t have to spank me again for a long time. I promise to be good as you suck my tits and caress my hard nipples. You tease me and say next time this happens, you’ll have to find me a girlfriend. “Would you like that? I’d like to have her administer your spanking, eat you. You can eat her…You’d do that for me, wouldn’t you?” I would do anything for you, and you know that. The thought turns me on, of being between another woman’s legs eating her out, licking and sucking her wet pussy, tasting her sweet pussy juice. Playing with her tits, kissing her pretty mouth, all while you watched, directed…joined us.

I can feel you hard against my leg and I think you are going to fuck me, but you have other ideas.
“Get on your knees, sweetheart,” you whisper.

As if in gratitude for disciplining me, I quickly get down to business, slowly unzipping your jeans, and sliding them down. You step out of them as you take your shirt off. Next I pull your underwear off, and see your hard, very erect cock and my mouth waters. I gently take your stiffening cock in my mouth, getting it nice and wet. For weeks to come, I’ll be on my knees any time you ask; after a stressful day, maybe, or just before bed--Whenever you ask, and you have no need to ask twice. Disciplining me does have its advantages! I lick the tip first, in little circles, my warm tongue flicking and teasing. Then I lick up and down the shaft, kissing the tip sweetly as I come up, looking up in your blue green eyes, so beautiful and full of love. More teasing the tip…then you gently grab my hair and have me deep throat it, fucking my hungry mouth, getting it nice and wet. “Nice and tight sweet girl, that’s it, get me nice and hard…” you say just above a whisper. I then take it in my hands, and firmly pump and twist, and I know you like it, your own breathing is a little harder, and you whisper things like “Fuck, yeah, that’s it! Fuck me with your mouth like my sweet little whore.” You say things like that when you get excited and I love it, love hearing it. You are so hard now! I keep up what I’m doing, grabbing your hips and guiding you in and out of my mouth. Then I take you in my hand again, and as I twist and pump your dick, I gently kiss your balls, touch them ever so gently, giving gentle licks with my tongue. I suck on them and I can tell it is driving you crazy! “FUCK, that feels good!” Makes me want you when you say stuff like that when you are excited! I move back to your dick now and take it in my mouth again, loving every inch of it!

You then grab my upper arms and pull me up and have me lie down on the bed, on my side. You’re nestled behind me, pulling me close to you, your large body so warm against mine. God, that alone feels magnificent! Gently, you move my hair, and begin kissing my neck, sucking on it, your hand on my hip. Then you kiss my shoulders, my back…

Then you lift my leg and finger me again, and of course I’m wet for you, ready to take you inside me. You then put your left arm under my left shoulder and pull my very close, entering me en tergo and give a gentle thrust, your other hand sliding over the swell of my hip, around my waist, and then back to holding me open; you fuck me this way, occasionally stroking my ass, my thighs, very gently. You bury your face in my neck and kiss and suck…driving me crazy as you fuck me deep. After a few minutes of pushing back and grinding against you, you have me lay on my back. This hurts, obviously, but as you have already mentioned, I brought the pain on myself; I literally asked for it. But the pain of now lying on my poor backside results in an involuntary (or is it?) reaction of sexual excitement, and I pull you on top of me, my hand on the back of your neck as you kiss me hard. You waste no time entering me, and start banging into me hard, as I revisit the pain in my backside and in my inner thighs again. I grab your ass and push you deep inside me, and you are relentless in fucking me!

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“You like that, Mary?! Huh? Tell me to fuck that sweet pussy of yours harder!”

“Fuck me, Daddy! Make it hurt! I start kissing your chest, licking it and moving up to your sweet neck, as you slam into me over and over.

You don’t let up and I don’t know if I can take you fucking me so hard at this point, I’m yelling with each thrust, whimpering, I look you in the eyes and beg you to stop, to slow down that you are hurting me.

“Shhh, you can take it and you will, baby. You put your hand over my mouth and turn my head to the side and attack my neck, never letting up as you bang into my aching pussy, my inner thighs not only feeling the residual effects of my spanking, but feeling bruised now, as well. You can sense from the river of wetness in my pussy that the fucking I’m getting is getting me off, even though I feel like I’m being split in two! You start to sweat now, fucking me to orgasm and I arch my back, my breathing shallow and you feel my body shake and you grab my wrists and hold me down as I come, crying out for my daddy. I scream; feral noises escaping me, like an animal. Then you get faster and I can tell you are about to come, you begin moaning, yelling out, what sounds almost like sobs escaping you, you claw at me like an animal, hold me close as you come deep inside me, your body giving little jerks and spasms as you release each wave of cum inside me. I hold you close, my own body still trembling.

You then kiss me gently and I tell you I love you, as you move to lie down beside me; both of us completely spent and exhausted! “I love you, too, Mary, more than you’ll ever truly know.” The bed is nothing short of a wreck! We extinguish the candles, straighten the blankets a bit, find the discarded pillows and snuggle together, falling asleep to the sound of torrential rain. It’s the moments before we drift off that I feel so loved, so cherished.

In the days to come, I’m better behaved, having released whatever pent up moodiness, frustration, and emotion I held inside me. We still have our little spats, our misunderstandings, but sometimes it’s nice to just make up, we both know that. The sex in the interim until our next session is generally sweet, gentle, more spontaneous, and always wonderful, and life in general is quiet, peaceful, our home a haven and each other continuing to be for one another a source of refuge and safety.