A Reset #dominance #submission #spanking

I had a clear case of the grumpies.

I didn’t want to do anything I needed to do. I didn’t want to do anything I wanted to do. My face was set in a perpetual scowl/pout. Nothing was good. Nothing was fun. I was just…grumpy.

“I think I have a case of the grumpies, Daddy.”

“Well, I know just the trick to reset you, babygirl.”

Normally a statement like that made in a familiar growl would have had me cooing and giggling while I squirmed and squeezed my thighs together to keep myself steady. Not today. I made a “hmmph” noise at the back of my throat and thought I’d probably be too tired to enjoy whatever Daddy had planned. (It was a bad case of the grumpies, y’all.)

We suffered through dinner – ok, I suffered and Daddy endured. We suffered through our evening TV time. I pouted and moped the whole time. Fatigue made it difficult to move. Lack of desire for anything made me slow to respond to Daddy. Normally, I’m fairly attentive, responding to his needs long before he asks. Not with the grumpies.

Towards the end of the night, he let me know he was ready.

“Girl, I want you to go upstairs and plug in my phone. Then I want you to get out the Gentle Giant and lay it on the bed. Next strip and kneel beside the bed. Wait for me.”

Even with the grumpies, I began to dance around, eager to get upstairs. “Yes, Daddy.”

“Go, girl. Now.”

I raced upstairs and did as instructed. My grumpies were nearly forgotten, and he hadn’t even touched me yet.

When he came upstairs, I stayed in position on my knees, with my head down, waiting for him.

He stood on the other side of the bed – the side furthest from the wall with the most room for swinging the big flogger. He told me to join him on that side.

When we’re about to start a scene, and I’m naked and vulnerable, I always feel unsure of myself. Always. Not in my appearance, but I worry that I’ll do something wrong and disappoint Daddy. Standing next to the bed, I clasped my fingers together and kept my eyes down. I know that Daddy will tell me what he wants me to do, and I don’t need to anticipate this moment – I can’t anticipate it. I waited for instructions.

“Lean over the edge of the bed, girl.”

And he began.

He stroked my skin with the flogger, caressing every part of my body. I could feel the heat gather between my legs. My eyes closed as I relaxed. The tension melted away. I was quickly becoming a puddle.

And then it changed.

I could hear the air moving as he began to swing the flogger in a circular motion. The strikes hit my body in thuds that felt so good. And then he pulled back and only the end of the flogger made contact. It became whippy and painful as he swung faster and faster.

I writhed on the bed, whining against the not-fun pain. Already on my tippy-toes, I felt myself rise and fall on my toes in an effort to get away from the strikes.

Then it stopped. I felt his hand on my bottom. His fingers delved deep in my soaked cunt. I writhed again, moaning with need.

“Move to the corner of the bed, girl.”

At first I assumed he needed more room to swing the flogger. And then I realized that with every movement I made, my pussy pressed harder into the corner of the bed. Daddy no longer needed touch me to keep me on edge. Unf, it felt so fucking good – the firm mattress pressed against my wet pussy and the strikes and blows of the flogger.

Daddy went from thudding hits to whipping strikes to sensuous caresses with the flogger and back again. My mind couldn’t keep up with what might happen next. I floated and writhed depending on the force of his arm.

When he was done with the flogger, he put it to the side and began to spank my ass with his bare hand.

“Remember, babygirl. I love you so very much. Don’t forget that, okay?”

I mumbled that I loved him too, realizing he was going in for the kill.

I’d already become a whining mess as the intensity of the strikes with the flogger increased. I knew he wasn’t finished yet.


He alternated between each cheek. He held my head down on the mattress by my neck.


Each strike was harder than the one before.


They began to fall faster.


I cried out in pain and pleasure.


He was relentless.


My body quivered. Sweat beaded on my forehead. I whimpered and whined. My ass burned.


“You are such a good girl.”

Daddy climbed into the bed and pulled me close. My entire body burned from the inside out. I breathed like I had just run a race, deep and labored. My mind floated along as Daddy whispered nonsense words in my ear.

Later, after we’d recovered…

“How do you feel, babygirl?”

“Mmmm…” I still had trouble forming words and thoughts. “I like your idea of a reset, Daddy.”

About the author

Kayla Lords

I am a sex blogger, podcaster, freelance writer, international speaker, kink educator, and all-around kinky woman. You can find me online sharing my innermost sexual thoughts and experiences, teaching other bloggers how to make money writing about sex, and helping kinksters have happy healthy BDSM relationships. I'm also a masochistic babygirl submissive with an amazing and sadistic Daddy Dom and business partner, John Brownstone. Welcome to my kinky corner of the internet!


  • Yes, you needed that. Even before you spoke a single word your face and body language spoke volumes of what was going on with you.
    Plus I hadn’t swung a flogger in a while so I needed the practice 😉

  • well…now I’m living vicariously through you two! This was a most wonderful reset. I think this is where D/s has it all over vanilla, and why I know I can’t ever put that side fully away…because there is nothing like a “hard reset” like this!

    Hope your floaty stays with you a long while, K,



  • Bravo Mr Brownstone- that’s the way take the situation “in hand” … I’ve never thought of the corner of the mattress as a stimulation aid -hmmmm- ohhh Myyyyynxxx, I read about something I’d like to… eh-hem, try on you… Floggers always whip up some stinging fun! 🙂

    -Love Passionately-

    -Tom Wolf (Mynx’s Sir)

  • It’s amazing how the intense sensations of a spanking, or flogging, can aide such a turn around in our mental state. The cathartic release is wonderful…. Glad SS could help you to feel better Kayla.

    Hugs, Mynx

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