Master’s Little Girl — Spank Me, Daddy!

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Master’s Little Girl — Spank Me, Daddy!

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i can recall the first time i heard a woman call a man "Daddy". i had been working in a gentleman's store and a large cowboy hat clad man sauntered in looking for a new belt. His brightly dyed blonde, pink lipped wife tiptoed right behind him. As his fingers thread through the rows of leather i heard a high pitched squeal coming from the real life barbie; "Daddy, this one's perfect". I am not so certain if i was stunned more from the almost dog level pitch or from her nonchalant use of the word "Daddy".

After that incident i suddenly became aware of how often grown women use that term of affection. i have heard numerous wives call their husbands "daddy" when in the presence of their children, "tell daddy it's dinner time" as well as in a sexual manner, especially in cheesy porn movies, "oh ya big daddy, fuck me".

When i first started to explore the world of BDSM i discovered that the term "daddy" was also applied to dominant men. i was more than uncertain as to how anyone could find the term "daddy" sexy and grossly unsettled that people used such a parental term in a sexual manner. Shamefully i can recall turning my nose up at submissive girls who called themselves a little girl and referred to their love interests as their daddy. i felt sick to my stomach at the thought of such an endearment; however, as nauseous as I was, i was also lured by that sordid world.

Secretively i started to fantasize about the term daddy, climaxing while imagining i was Master's little girl. Still, in true fashion of myself, i was consumed with shame. i felt "dirty" for having such desires and i fought to remove any inclination i might have with regards to such lusts. i hid my little girl feelings for many years and have only, just recently, truly started to accept this part of me.

Master has known for quite some time about my little girl predilections; however, in His true nature, He remained patient, drawing me out of that locked box, encouraging me to explore every corner of my wicked mind. Master has a gift of allowing me to feel safe when i explore what i consider my darker sides. He has never judged me, ridiculed me or thought less of me for the deviant thoughts running rampant through my mind and in doing so has provided me a beautiful gateway to shed my fears and relish in my passions.

i have referred to Master as "Daddy" periodically throughout our relationship and although i feel like a little girl when in His presence, i do not associate my littleness as a "daughter". my reference to Master as my Daddy is definitely one of great affection, love and adoration. i do not relate Master as a disciplinarian but rather as my protector; the one who keeps me safe and the one to whom i always want to make proud.

When i refer to my Master as Daddy, i often feel slight insecurity or fearful of an emotion and i turn towards His guidance and reassuring words. Very rarely when in my little state do i hesitate to obey, on the contrary. In _that_ moment i feel without doubt and simply respond to all He tells me to experience; often my reactions surprise me and i am left feeling exposed yet fulfilled.

i experienced such a moment the other night when, after Master had taken His pleasure and i was in my little girl state, Daddy told me to curl up and suck on my thumb. i remember, vaguely, sliding my right hand up towards my face, my thumb gently brushing over my tongue as my lips closed around the small digit, suckling slowly. i did not try to rationalize this moment, rather, i embraced this new soothing sensation. my entire body relaxed and i felt safe in all that i had experienced and in who i am. After much time had passed and i awoke from my little girl-ness i asked Master why He had instructed me to suck on my thumb. Without a moment of thought Master replied that it was the natural state of my progression and although my cheeks are pink as i type this, i know He is correct.

my littleness is an attribute i now welcome and treasure for it is that aspect of my personality that allows me to retain some of my innocence and naivety.

~His little girl

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