After a longer, harder spanking than normal, mouse was awash with emotions she couldn't have anticipated. The pain was too varied, hard softer, thuddy, hard, hard...it was impossible to get to the quiet place. Surprisingly, mouse became angry over it. This wasn't what she wanted...she wanted, no needed to escape to that place and it was like he locked the door and stuck a 'No Admittance' sign on it.
Words she said months ago came crashing back into her head; irony can be a total bitch. Suddenly, mouse found herself in a completely unsubmissive place. Daddy was completely nonplussed by the attitude he was being given and he forced mouse to her knees, shoving himself inside her mouth forcing her to suck him. At once he pulled out, slapped mouse's face hard and then grabbed her by her hair and returned her mouth to work. The next time he removed himself, he came in her face. It was mean, coldly indifferent and horrifying.
And it was exactly what mouse needed. Almost.
Then he began spanking mouse again, this time with the cane he keeps under the bed that mouse completely forgot was even there. The whistle followed by the thud, and of course the squeal of non pleasure from mouse...
When at last mouse capitulated to him and really even now she can't say why she faught him so hard about it.
Because she was fighting him. Holding parts of herself back from him. Parts, she didn't think he'd notice or scarcely care about. Yet, he does care and it shouldn't be a surprise to mouse. Sometimes the depth of him overwhelms her and she wants nothing more than to be overwhelmed by him. Overpowered.
Sometimes it's like there's this need to be taken by force and made to comply. Most times Daddy is more the wait for mouse to catch up to him -- and other times he'll force it. He seems to understand when it's needed. He took all her tears, all the angst bottled up inside her. He held her as she cried. All that night she slept with him close to her mouth. It was blissful for mouse.
Song Selection: Just Like a Woman; Bob Dylan