I take my submission very seriously. If Daddy wants something, he should have it – if it’s in my power to give. If I think Daddy needs something, I’m desperate to give it to him.
Sure, there are times when I step outside of that with him. Illness. Grief. Ya know, the serious issues where he stops doing things for himself or he shuts down.
Another layer of who I am is my babygirl self. She’s as an integral part of who I am as my submissive side, but babygirl isn’t always submissive – if that makes sense.
Babygirl giggles. Babygirl plays. Babygirl teases.
Kayla is sarcastic and snarky.
Now imagine a teasing, giggling babygirl who has a sarcastic font and a very quick-temper. Do you know what you get?
I say that you get a sassy babygirl who just likes to tease her Daddy and tweak his nose a little.
Daddy will tell you that you get a bratty babygirl who probably deserves a spanking (yay!) or cornertime (boooooo!!)
It’s an ongoing debate between us. I maintain that I have moments of sassiness, but that I am never, ever a brat.
In my mind, brattiness contains a bit of willfulness. Either I don’t want to do something or I want him to make me do something. The only time I want him to make me do something is when we’re being sexual or we’re in a scene. And if I don’t want to do something, I just whine and do it anyway, albeit, grudgingly.
Sassiness is the ability to point out his error with a gleam in my eye. It’s the ability to tease him about a misspoken word or misstep so that we’re both laughing. It’s the way I wiggle my butt, silently begging for a swat on the ass – with a gleam in my eye.
In my mind, I am never a brat, but I am full of sass…and maybe a smart ass.