(So far: Daddy barely got in through the door before I had his beautiful cock in the back of my mouth, spurting his lovely cream hard as I wiggled my fingers in his bum. Now he seemed to be cross and was telling me I'm naughty.)

 My heart was racing. I knew what this meant. It was the first thing we'd talked about when we met on the site for bisexuals. My boyfriend had always refused to do anything "unusual" with me. I do love him but I needed more. That's when I found my Daddy. A man who was finally willing to give me exactly what I needed. What I craved. And this was top of my list. I needed to be sore.

ieDaddy made me bend over the back of a chair. I thought he was just going to start but he took his time. First he looked closely at my bum.I don't know if he was inspecting it. Then he rested a hand on it, like he was feeling the curves. Moving his hand over the shiny satin I realised he wasn't just feeling my bum, he was enjoying feeling the knickers he'd wanked to so many times in the past in my photos. Then he lifted the back of the waistband off me and slowly peeled them down till they were wrapped around my thighs.

The sting of his first blow was so sudden and unexpected. I yelped! He stopped and looked at me.I remembered our conversation about this and immediately said "One. Thank you Daddy. I love you." The sting quickly faded but then strike two landed and again I repeated my line like a good submissive girl should "Two. Thank you Daddy. I love you." Sometimes the next blow would come straight away. Sometimes I would have to wait as he teased me, making me wonder if he'd finished. After the first eightteen, tears were starting to drip from my face and it was hard work to keep saying "Twenty-two. Thank you Daddy. I love you" but I kept on doing it. The stings still didn't last very long but the sore pain was now constant between them. I realised he'd taken his belt off and had used that for some of my strikes. A sharper pain and less movement. Ouch!

 "Thirty. Thank you Daddy. I love you."

"I love you too, my little darling pixie." he replied, resting his hand on my head. I was gently sobbing by now and makeup had run off my face onto the chair. He made me stand up straight again and pulled me to him, cradling my sobbing snivelling head against his large chest. "Let that be a lesson to you."

"I will Daddy, I promise I'll be your very good girl. Thank you for spanking me Daddy."

As he stroked my hair, I realised he'd given me thirty strokes, a mixture of hand and belt. One of each year of my life. Between sobs, I muttered "thank you" into my lovely Daddy's chest. What I'd always needed was a man who was willing to give me this. I'd craved it for so long since reading about it in books. And then I met Daddy. And now he'd allowed me to experience the intensity. I was so happy and grateful as my tears of mascara and eyeliner ran down his shirt.

"I love you" I said, finally able to breathe more smoothly and look up into my Daddy's eyes. "I would do anything for you, you know that?"

"I know. And I know what I want us to do next"  he said, holding my face in both his hands, and leaning down to kiss my tears away.

It was time...