Walking through the clouds

Greetings from mouse,

Yesterday, mouse went to Daddy and sat down at his feet...just being still...a lot's been happening lately...it's all good, normal and expected. Well, except mouse's stomach was tied in knots. He remarked that mouse looked nervous.

He told mouse to present herself to him, she lifted her dress and moved across his desk in the study. He decided to cuff her hands and tether them to the opposite side of the desk. He mused out loud if mouse should be gagged. It's been a long time...

He looked at her, swear even her ass was blushing...

He took out his leather strap. Softly he brushed it against her...then firmer...until whack!

It startled her and took her breath away...she squirmed and whimpered much to Daddy's amusement.

He continued rubbing then smacking her ass...pausing before striking her again. Then he took out the crop and continued...

That was when it happened, mouse drifted...mentally...not really subspace but a place maybe just before it...like straddling the stratosphere.

When he finished, mouse felt swimmy, but noticed when he started fucking her...her body wrenched and writhed with this whorish pleasure at being used.

It was like life being breathed into mouse...

When he finished...he zipped his trousers and un-cuffed her. He told her sit at his feet while he continued working. He replaced the items on his desk that were moved by the action. Replaced the crop and strap to the cabinet. Touched mouse's cheek as he sat in his chair.

He worked for a while. How can he just turn it off? To him it was respite.

He followed mouse upstairs, while mouse gently picked up the baby and changed her diaper. He watched as she nursed the baby and remarked that we both looked very relaxed. It's true mouse's blouse was wet...not to mention other areas...

After putting the baby back to bed, he led mouse back into the bedroom. He undressed her, pulled her body close. And again possessed her...

As worried mouse was about the spanking, mouse was also worried that she wouldn't have the wherewithal to care for the baby, but that totally wasn't true. When the baby woke, mouse was on autopilot and just did what needed to be done.

Song selection: Little Wing; Jimi Hendrix