First Day

In writing this blog I am going to strive to tell the truth. A part of me wants to omit certain things, but I'm going to keep this extremely truthful.

My Daddy came over today. I was happy that he was pleased with my grout work. I had no idea vinegar worked so well at getting the grout clean. C cleaned up the room. We were cleaning until 5 o'clock in the morning! We eventually went to bed. I expected to wake up at 11 o'clock like I usually do, but I must have been more tired than I thought because I slept until 1! I never did finish cleaning the grout. I figure if I do a little bit each day I'll have it done in a few days. Daddy and C had a talk, and I think now that things are more open (at least on her side) that we will be in for one hell of an adventure. I think she should write her feelings in this blog as well. Look for her entries soon.

Here comes the confession I was going to omit. Daddy had told me I was getting a swat for saying, "Okay." instead of "yes". I was a little scared because he said they wouldn't be for pleasure. He even told me he had boughten some new spoons just for that purpose. *Gulp* Anyhow, he came over and my stupid body decided to run low on iron and give me a headache! I took some pills, and he graciously waited until I felt better to give me my swat. He hit me with the longer of the two spoons in my inner thigh. Here's the confession: It didn't hurt. (:D) Don't get me wrong, I'm NOT a pain slut, but I was expecting an over the head swat or something. I was a bit shocked, and a little relieved. He said it wasn't as bad as it was going to be because I wasn't feeling well. A part of me thinks it wasn't.

When I was sitting on the bed, Daddy was rapping my foot bottom with one of the spoons. For some reason that turned me on immensely. A part of me wanted to beg for more, and the other part was disgusted that I was craving that.

I shaved C today. The girl was ridiculously hairy! She has to maintain it though. Thank GOD! All the while , Daddy was lightly tapping me with the spoons, flogger, and crop. It actually felt really good. Sadly we couldn't do very much because T was home with The Kidd today.

Oh I can't believe I almost forgot. Daddy decided to show me how he liked his oral performed. He kept gagging me. Every time I'd gag he'd say, "There we go. Good girl." I kept thinking, "NO!!! I don't want to throw up!" He kept saying, "Relax, relax." I was a bad kitty, and told him, "That's easy for you to say. You're up there!" I thought I would get slapped, (A part of me wanted it?) but it never came. (I did throw up a little. I spit it out, and we continued on. No relief! :D) He said, "You forgot to mention in your blogs how well you sucked cock." Yes, because all the world was wondering. (:D) Bad Kitty!