My skin sings a joyous songMy mind quiets after working so long I can hear the lash cutting through airI can feel everything I feel so bare The gift it gives me most don't understandThe blessed silence beneath your hand My mind is usually so full of soundThat it's hard for me to feel like my feet are on the ground Every time the leather makes my skin singMy mind quiets further and I grasp onto that and cling It's so nice...

I have a favorite game to play As I lace my corsets up everyday Watching housewives grab their men Who stare at my promise of sin They love to watch the sway of my hips And just about lose it when I lick my lips They look my body up and down While their wives shake their heads and frown Oh I love my delicious game So many players I don't even know their names Watching their eyes bug out of their head As they try to think...

I've been a bad girl Daddy what are you going to do Touching and pleasing myself without you I've been a naughty girl Daddy that much is very true Are you going to punish me for it too I've been a dirty girl Daddy lying on our bed Letting dirty dirty thoughts drift into my head Making my hands slide down my stomach past my waist Every once in a while up to my lips so I can taste I've been slutty girl Daddy with all of my...

Baby Girl shifted around nervously in the passengers seat as Daddy drove up the long cobblestone driveway, framed by a perfectly manicured lawn. Prim and proper just like her parents. Her stomach churned with dread, her folks could be so judgmental. She had convinced Daddy to play the part, he wore khaki pants and a neat polo shirt, but could he contain his dominant side for a whole weekend. She smoothed her dress on her...

Baby Girl stood in the kitchen wearing a short flowing skirt and a tank top. She had started dinner, so it would be ready when her Daddy came home. She hummed a tune as she stirred and simmered. She had no idea of the incoming storm. Daddy busted in the door and ran right to her, but instead of the hug and kiss she had expected, he bent her over the counter top and smacked her hard on her ass. "Daddy! What did I do?" Baby...

Under his hand I grow I learn many more things I've come to know Under his hand I suffer The pain is beautiful I would never trade it for another The leather lashing at my thighs The look of control in his eyes The sound of my voice as I cry out The quiver of my skin as I wait it out Under his hand I feel needed The feeling of satisfaction when I've succeeded When I please him, my Dom, my Master Wishing time would slow do...

Baby Girl smiled and laughed. Her hair was flowing as her head rested on her Daddy's shoulder as he drove. These were the moments she loved. When she'd been good and Daddy was pleased with her. "Where are we going today, Daddy?" she asked, curiously. "You'll see, little one," he replied. A toothy grin lit up his face. She smiled widely. She loved this so much. All was right with her world. Daddy was happy and they were sp...

She'd really done it this time. Daddy hadn't called her in a week. No text, no checking on her at work, nothing, absolutely nothing. Baby Girl sighed to herself as she looked out of her window. She mused upon what her punishment would be, but she knew this was part of it. For the first Friday night in a long time she got ready for bed alone and early. She had just brushed her teeth and started to put her hair up when the...

Baby Girl laughed, as her friends chastised her on how controlling her Daddy was. Quietly seething inside at their judgement. They just don't understand how he loves me, she thought to herself.  One of her friends nudged her on her shoulder, and nodded towards a group of guys at the other end of the bar. "I bet he'd freak out if you even said hi to those guys," she teased. Another friend rolled her eyes and nodded in agre...