The laughter

love is

Wow! Another amazing few days with you and the thing that is sticking in my mind is the laughter that we have. Going out with you on Saturday night to Isis was a giggle from start to finish :-) Laughing as you scratched me, as I paraded my almost naked body in the club, as you spanked me in time to the music and as we listened to CDs on the way home. Laughter and togetherness.

A great night and some fantastic marks this morning - am still in a pink bubble of ready-brek glow to be honest and haven't yet mustered up the courage to get in the shower. Just sitting, stretching and walking is stingy under my clothes. I can feel the ridges of the knife and of your nails on my back. It makes me so proud to carry your marks but most of all I am proud to be out with you, to be by your side. And to laugh with you.

I love you daddy xxxx thank you xxxxx

tracing....

You trace the marks made by you with your strong hands - I quiver

You press harder, forcing a noise from me, as you trace the marks you made earlier

Tracing the scratches, the marks, the knife trails, the bruises

Tracing, pushing, pummelling the outward signs of your love.

It hurts. But it hurts with that all encompassing fantastic brilliance that means it doesn't really hurt. I still whimper. For effect? To remind you that you did it? To encourage you to push harder? To tell you how much it means that you did it to me, that I took it, that I would take anything for you.

Thinking about the last week - spending Christmas with you, the first of many. The first of 'our' Christmases. Wow. Thank you for being patient, loving, caring, supportive and fun. We had a blast. Oh and for Christmas after dinner entertainment you laid me on the dining room table, ran your huge strong hands down my body then put 60 needles in my bottom. Flying. There was blood and pain - fire and ice as always with needles. Some much harder to take than others. I stopped counting at three......The photos are stunning. Oh and you cut me, again and again and again with your knives. "this will give you something to remind you" you chuckled as you pulled the knife across my skin again and again where my bottom meets my thighs.



We laughed, we loved, we hugged, we kissed, we made each other come - me in bucketloads! Changing the sheets every day never felt so good.

NYE - we giggled, we played, we enjoyed. Oh how much did I hate (ADORE / LOVE) being told to bend over in front of people we didn't know so that they could see my bottom. Oh how I squirmed and got hot and bothered by being spanked by a man dressed as a woman that we didn't know. Oh I how I loved being talked about - "you're such a lucky man" "oh she's a bit lippy isn't she" as if I wasn't there. Delicious humiliating brilliance. Owned by you therefore presented to all. Brilliant. I loved it all.

Thank you daddy for everything. I love you xxxxx

Whiskers on kittens....

Knife marks on shoulders and scratch marks on bottoms

Red ribbon wound round the staples so careful

Strong hands and calm voice and caring caresses

These are a few of my favourite things

Needles and saline and sharp pointy ouches

Long canes and floggers and spanks of the handies

These are a few of my favourite things

When the knife cuts
When the pain's bad
When I can't take anymore

I simply melt into the arms of my man
And then I don't feel so bad



New Year's Eve - we had such fun. Rubber dress and foxy fur. Kilt (mmmmm) and gorgeous chuckle. Nails and knifes, floggers and canes. And this morning - ouch as my skin screamed out no more!

I love you daddy forever and thank you for everything xxxxxxxxxxxxxx