My self help group for one:
Hello, my name is fiona, and I love to bite my Sir's lip (even though I know it's not appropriate.)
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So, I know I'm not supposed to bite my Sir's lip. I know this. I know when I do there are consequences. But here's the thing. I love to - like really LOVE to! I don't bite so hard that it really hurts (that's my story), but I love how it feels. I also know, it is NEVER acceptable.
So, yep, you betcha...dumb ass fiona did just that. I was kissing Sir in the laundry room and GENTLY bit his lip and
**SMACK**
right across my face. Now I was expecting that I would not be able to get a way with it, but that was unexpected. It was quick and sharp and ... shocking. I put my head down and quickly turned away. He grabbed my hair and pulled me immediately up against him and began to kiss me.
I felt ashamed and guilty, I knew what I did was, not the end of the world, but not appropriate. I didn't open my mouth. I didn't want gentile affection. He kissed, his tongue gently probing and pushing past my lips. He was kissing me tenderly but firmly. I opened my mouth ever so slightly as my body betrayed my brain. His tongue took advantage of the opening. He was exploring my mouth and holding me safely and strongly in his arms. He was possessing me - loving me. It was heady. That mix of
correction + forgiveness + connection.
I could still feel the sting of his slap. The kiss broke and he held my head against his chest and hugged me firmly. I felt his strong body pressed against me. Oh, I felt enveloped and safe.
"You needed that, didn't you?" he said. No contempt, no teasing, simply a question.
I buried my face in his chest and whispered, "yes, sir."
"You are going to be a good girl." Once again, no contempt, no teasing, simply a statement.
He hugged me, released me and I turned to go. I make it to the door and once again grabs my hair and hauls me up against him. He grabs my hand with his free hand and pushes it against him. I can feel him, his manhood, his rock-hard cock - pressing so hard against his jeans.
I whimper and melt. AHHhhhhh
This is the lesson I struggle with, fiona. I feel his forgiveness, I am harder on myself. Daddy is also very good at showing affection, even in the midst of correction and discipline. That's why he has my trust.
ReplyDeleteYes, the strength of correction and stability of affection is so wonderful.
DeleteOh jesus. That was really really hot. And I didn't think I was into face slapping.
ReplyDeletei still am not. but it was hot to read, i agree.
DeleteRenee, I wasn't into it until he started ... Slowly. It really does something to me. He is careful but self-assured when he does it. Yowsa!
DeleteThanks fondles :-)
DeleteOh my goodness gracious fiona....HOT indeed! I am off to re-read this post again! hahahah :)
ReplyDeleteBelle:)
Hahaha Belle. Thanks. It was surprising, but effective!
DeleteI think there are some shades of gray here!
ReplyDeleteWould be the black and white kind's of gray? Correction & Connection :)
DeleteOMG, that is SO hot. And sweet.
ReplyDeleteaisha
It was affecting! For sure!
DeleteGlad you liked it, thanks aisha.
Nice post! I didnt think I was into face slapping either, but this sounded hot. And I can totally relate with the feeling of correction, forgiveness, connection. Nice simple way to put it. :)
ReplyDeleteI do find it funny how taboo it is in this world of kink. As with so much that is unknown, I was nervous about my emotional reaction to being slapped. Not knowing how I would react. However, it was based on being unknown, not on bad tapes in my head. When we tried it - carefully at first...I knew it did something for me...and for him. I was hooked the first time.
DeleteIt was very clear cut in this instance - correction - forgiveness - connection. It loved it as did he.