Am I feeling Ouchies or Yummies? Let’s say both!
Yup! Daddy and I were able to connect last night. So, I am sitting on a throbby and stingy bottom after my very first switching. Switches have quite the nasty whippy sting! I mean no heavy impact, but these intense lines of fire! And the way that wicked switch seems to wrap around your bottom! My hips and outer thighs even got marks. This little one certainly danced for Daddy, it was impossible to stay still for this punishment.
When Daddy and I met up the first thing he did after a greeting cuddle was bundle me in the backseat of his truck. He put me right into my little, buckling my seatbelt and putting a soother in my mouth. Sparks came along for the ride and after I had put my hair in piggy tails was cuddled in my arms as Daddy drove us to our destination, a secret spot he found on the country for my first switching, that was also to be administered outside! Gulp! That was definitely a lot to process.
Admittedly a fantasy of mine was to have an outdoor spanking, the imminent reality of receiving one had the butterflies in my belly hitting overdrive. I spent the latter part of the drive grilling Daddy about just how secret this secret spot was, was there even the tiniest chance of being discovered? Daddy I could tell was both amused and patient as he assured me that though I would be outside it would be just us. Sitting beside me on the backseat was a small, but heavy paddle which Daddy intended to use during my warm up. I could barely take my eyes off of it as we finally reached our destination. Daddy had me wait in the car as he set up his Daddy chair. When he opened my door and unbuckled my belt, I tried to think of any reason to stall, this failed so once I was out of the truck I dragged my feet, Daddy just tugged me along. Then I was standing between Daddy’s legs for the ‘talk’ about why I earned my punishment and the sulking began. This was new for me. Usually when I earn a punishment I fret over it, I apologize for it and I USUALLY agree to it without much fuss despite my worries. This time there was definite resistance. Not to the need for it. I acknowledge I broke a rule and needed to be punished, it was just so hard to submit to it. I couldn’t even look Daddy in the eye, I was too busy scanning the area, trying to assure myself it was secure. Finally Daddy had my focus, we had our ‘talk’ though my responses remained sullen. Then there I was standing in our pocket of the great outdoors with my pants and panties lowered to rest at my ankles. BUTTERFLIES! Then I was over Daddy’s lap and getting a good warm up first with his hand then the nasty paddle. That certainly packed a wallop, I could tell Daddy was barely using his strength with it but it certainly brought the heat! I was 98% focused on my bottom nearly forgetting about our open setting when I heard a noise! Certain we were found I immediately went rigid and exclaimed ‘what was that?” Thankfully it was just the sounds of nature, and Daddy was quick to refocus me with a few more applications of the paddle. He later told me how amused he was at how one second I was whimpering and squirming on his lap then the next I was stiff and alert scanning the area like a bunny sensing a predator.
After my warm up, I felt even more exposed as Daddy had me stand again with my now red bottom exposed with my hands on my head as he went to cut his switch. The cool evening air made me aware of the achey warmth in my bottom and I was sure the red of it was shining like a beacon. I was to remain like that as Daddy prepared the switch and showed me how I was to properly prepare one. He instructed me to remove my sweat shirt as he was finishing which I did gratefully and immediately tied around my waist. He was still focused on his task and didn’t notice right away as he asked me if I wanted to cut my switch then, or after he used his. I contemplated my options. Get the double switching over with on one swoop or have Daddy tenderise my bottom then have a break while I cut my own. I really wasn’t sure what was worse? My hesitation had Daddy looking at me, and when he saw my sweater tied around my waist his exasperation showed briefly as he decided for me immediately, bending me over the chair and applying his freshly made switch across my bottom. At that point my surroundings ceased to exist. All I was aware of was the fire of each stroke. I danced on my toes and yelped and pleaded and regretted every bit of sass and sullenness I had exhibited. Daddy finally had my full attention and focus. When the strokes finally stopped my hands flew to my bottom, the heat and the raised welts had me gasping with dismay. I still had to present my own switch and offer up my bottom for another session. Daddy directed me to the bushes and coached me through proper selection. As time went by I again became aware and anxious that my naked bottom was on display, but I was more subdued in my complaints and just tried to hurry the process along. When the switch was selected Daddy had me sit to clean it ( ouch). It was harder then I thought, but I didn’t want to do a poor job of it and leave little pokies that could dig into my bottom. Then again he bent me over the chair, knowing how the switch would feel, did not lessen my anxiety this time and I was so grateful when the second switching ended. Finally I was where I wanted to be bundled albeit gingerly on Daddy’s lap getting my forgiveness cuddles. I was sure to inform Daddy my marshmallows had been thoroughly roasted.
After my punishment I was hoping to return to the security of the truck for more enjoyable endeavours, Daddy’s hands began to wander though while I still sat in his lap, he brought my blushes back full force as he discovered and announced how wet I was. I am STILL trying to understand how I can be so Ouchie but still so hot, not exactly complaining don’t get me wrong but I still can’t connect those dots. Daddy decided that I could only retreat to the relative security of the truck when I had cum from his fingers. Though I was horny as hell, my anxiety about the open setting had me worried that I might not reach my pleasure. Daddy is very skilled though, so quicker then I imagined he was bundling me back in the truck for special kisses and other play. I am so grateful to have a Daddy that is so attentive and concerned about my pleasure, I lost count of the number of times Daddy brought me over the edge, until I was limp and partially delirious. I also feel a certain amount of pride when I can make Daddy lose control with my mouth and hands and hear his gasps and groans or feel his body tense up. Afterwards we cuddled and he told me how proud he was of me, at which I blushed and beamed. He chuckled with with proud amusement again when he recalled me attempting to ask for permission to cum from his fingers even with his cock deep in my mouth ( he decided I do not have to ask for permission if my mouth is ‘occupied’). He proudly checked out the marks that he left on my bottom and traced his fingers lightly over some of the welts. This had me shivering with a full mix of emotions. Pride, arousal, being cherished. I always enjoy my ‘after’ time with Daddy as it feels like we are the only ones in the entire universal for a small pocket of time.
When I returned home, I immediately undressed and examined my punished bottom, fascinated by the colours and lines. Again pride swelled in me and a sense of comfort that I would bear the marks and the stingy discomfort for a few days at least. Sometimes I feel frustrated that I don’t mark easily, it feels like the evidence left behind doesn’t correctly display the punishment received.