I woke up in a foul mood the other morning. I’m talking an ugly, angry, mood. The kind of mood that makes small children cry and loved ones run and hide.
I hit snooze too many times before waking up which threw off my entire morning. I didn’t have time to make my morning cup of tea – which I need like a crackhead needs a fix. I didn’t have time to make my morning toast – which left me starving and cranky.
My Daddy (my Dominant if you’re new here) called – right in the middle of reading a post. I wanted him to call (I always do) but the ringing phone was an interruption that I didn’t want. I scowled as I picked up the phone and immediately felt horrible. I adore him, and I wanted to talk to him. But I was cranky.
We talked for a bit. Well, he talked, and I grunted. He was sweet and solicitous, so very nice. I became crankier and crankier. I admitted that my mood was bad. I told him my skin felt too tight. I wanted to cry and scream and yell and throw things – and I had no clue why.
He offered to let me get off the phone. I hated that idea more than anything. “I hate this feeling, Daddy!” I wailed into the phone. For a moment, he was silent. And then –
“Give your nipple a fucking pinch, girl. Now!”
His voice changed and left no room for argument. I reached down and grasped my nipple between two fingers. The pain was sharp and immediate. I squealed and whimpered into the phone.
“The other. Come on, don’t make me wait!”
I shifted my hand to the other nipple and pinched hard. My feet kicked into the sheet. I writhed against the pillow.
He made me repeat the pinches. Finally, when I was panting and all the fight left me, he told me I could stop.
My mind cleared, my mood lifted, and I finally felt awake. My voice finally softened from the harsh, biting tone from earlier. I felt his Dominance and my submission as a visceral thing. Warmth and comfort surrounded my like a soft blanket. All was right in the world.
“Thank you, Daddy.”
“You’re welcome, babygirl.”
Later in the day, I mentioned that it felt like the nicer he was to me, the crankier I became.
“I noticed that. Don’t worry, I won’t forget this one. And I won’t let you be cranky with ME like that again.”
I admit it, I purred at his words.
There are time when I need is to be completely and totally dominated. Sweet words and gentle touches have their place, but sometimes, tough love is the answer.
On another note, I just made my website mobile-enabled. If you’ve had problems reading things from your phone or tablet, that should be fixed now. 🙂