I saw this picture and it made me think of you in your nightgown, asking if you could sleep the bed with me and cuddle up just a little bit before you started grinding against my thigh. That first night of Daddy/little space when it was only fantasy and role-play spawned by your dream, and we were both unsure of the other’s commitment and comfort.
I remember “teaching” you to kiss and explaining how things worked and what was happening as we both got aroused. “Daddy’s hard there because that’s what happens when a man is ready to show a woman his special love for her.” It was awkward and strange and new for both of us, in the Daddy/little space.
I kept thinking, “Am I doing this right for her? Is this what she wants?” But you kept responding well and wanting more and you got so…damn…wet.
How could I have known back then that our time together would become this incredible, bonding thing that it has become? Me, the pacifist, openly spanking my baby girl not just because it is what you want, but because it is what you need, and you need it from me. You, the grown and capable woman giving up your power and complexity to innocently submit to the man who loves you so purely. I would never have imagined this.
And now I can imagine nothing else.
You are my babygirl and I am your Daddy and it could never be any other way.
Daddy loves you more than anything, baby.