Recently when we're alone together, Daddy has taken to telling mouse how good a girl she is. It's gotten all kinds of feelings that she can't quite explain bursting out. They're all good feelings. Those simple words make her want to please him more just get the "good girl" reward from him.
Sunday' was mother's Day and Daddy didn't disappoint. Long before anyone else was up, he cooked mouse breakfast and fed her in bed. Then he brought her downstairs to watch girlie movies. The ones he usually can't stand, but he left her alone to enjoy them without the kids bugging her.
He handled the kids and delivered mouse a few cocktails (with an umbrella) and he ordered take out. Seriously mouse was swooning.
It wasn't thrilling...
It was nice. Later after everyone had gone to bed, he delivered the maintenance spankings that made mouse cry. Not because they hurt, but because she felt so loved. Later mouse needed to pleasure him. Needed to feel his cock in her mouth. Needed to hear him say that she is a good girl. A nasty good girl.