Bunny Rules:


1. The bunny is not allowed in the house.
2. OK, the bunny is allowed in the house, but only in certain rooms.
3. The bunny is allowed in all rooms, but has to stay off the furniture.
4. The bunny can get on the old furniture only.
5. Fine, the bunny is allowed on all the furniture, but is not allowed to sleep with humans, on the bed.
6. OK, the bunny is allowed on the bed, but only by invitation.
7. The bunny can sleep on the bed when-ever he wants, but not under the covers.
8. The bunny can sleep under the covers by invitation only.
9. The bunny can sleep under the covers every night.
10. Humans must ask permission to sleep under the covers with the bunny.

Heh heh… totally the same set of rules Daddy has for me. 

Spanking Ivy

We went to a sex club, one with a busy dance-floor and a dark array of play areas. I know the owners, so we enjoyed preferential treatment and free cocktails and while I was giving her the grand tour I made sure to pinch her a little when we walked past the cage in the bdsm room. 

We both wore cute cocktail dresses and I introduced her to a few friends. A handsome man interjected and told us he was from Paris, I shot back a response in fluent French and smirked when his Montreal accent and his French-Canadian slang gave him away. 

We found a quiet corner and curled up on a couch to talk some more and people watch, eventually we found the courage to wriggle out of our little dresses and head towards the play area. She wore a cute little see through-mesh body suit underneath and I was in a push up bra, polkadot panties and boots. 

I held her hand tight as we pushed through the crowd of half-naked men surrounding the open play areas, couples fucking and loud moaning filled the room. She squeezed me and I pulled her through to the quieter bdsm area. There were couples all around and a few groups of people sitting and watching, a busy bar was in the corner, everybody turned to watch us when we came in the room. As progressive as this space is femme-femme couples are rare. 

I teased her about putting her in the cage, but in all honestly I’d have felt awkward just twirling my hair and trying to look cute while she was in there. It was a really busy night and there were a lot of single dudes and in an effort to create some physical proximity my eyes were drawn to the spanking bench in the corner. I had a plan, I’m pretty sure she could tell from the flicker in my eyes. “What’s a spanking bench?” she asked in that innocent little voice that pushes all of the Daddy-buttons. 

I walked her over and patted the lower part of the bench, helping her up so she could kneel on it. I moved some of the chairs and tables around us to create a bit of a barrier between us and the crowd, and as she leaned forward to brace herself I couldn’t help but smile. In this position her cute little white bum was perfection, her back was arched and the lacy mesh bodysuit give her a tiny hint of modesty, her face buried in her hands was well hidden by her wavy blonde hair. 

My back was to the room but I could feel eyes on me as I started to spank her, the sound of flesh on flesh ringing out in the most satisfying way. She squirmed and her little feet showed she was nervous, I leaned forward and brushed her hair from her face “You okay? Does this feel good?” I asked. She squeaked a reply. “If you keep blushing like that I’m gonna make you turn around and look at all of the people who are watching.” She squirmed harder.

I continued to spank her, letting the pinkness of her cheeks guide me in spreading out the impact and making sure we could keep this up for a while. I could feel a man approaching, I didn’t make eye contact in hopes that he would take the hint and leave us alone. He didn’t. He made a few comments, trying to be included where he obviously wasn’t welcome. “Yeah, spank her harder, that’s right, keep spanking her,” I took a deep breath. As a woman who has enjoyed group sex and kink for years I can assure you nothing rubs me the wrong way like a man trying to play director when I clearly know what I’m doing. I didn’t want to tell him off and ruin the playful energy we had going, but… “Oh yeah, spank her again,” he said, and I stopped what I was doing, stood up tall and turn to look him dead in the eyes. “I don’t need any direction thanks,” I said, kindly but firmly. He mumbled a quick apology and stammered that he’d never seen anything so hot, he took a few steps back and shut his fucking mouth. Success.

Her bum was bright pink and warm to the touch now, I told her to be a good girl and take a peek behind her at the crowd, there were significantly more people in the room now watching us, some of them fucking, some of them just smiling and taking it in. I asked if she wanted more and she said yes, so I told her she could hide her face again since she was being so good. I took pity on her red ass though and looked back at the bar with my brow furrowed trying to use the force to summon a cup of ice, when I caught the eye of the unsolicited director dude. I smiled “Hey, could you do me a favour?” I asked him, “Of course, anything!” he replied. I snickered watching this burly man trot off to do my bidding, dominant head-space is kind of a trip, huh? 

When he returned he handed me the ice and quickly told me how kind I was to her, how nice it was to watch. “Of course!” I said, pulling her hair back, “She’s my little girl!” He stepped back to give us space and I rubbed ice all over the red welts from my hands. She gasped and arched her back and squirmed as the ice dripped down between her legs. The next few smacks were extra sting-y because my hands were wet. “Such a good girrrrrl” I cooed at her. 

I looked behind me at the stack of fresh towels that were just out of reach and motioned for the bystander to hand me one. “Look how helpful you are!” I chided him before ignoring him completely. 

I dried her off and she started to moan as my palms struck her harder than before. The sound of her sharp breath encouraged me. This was too much fun.

When we were finished I told her how proud I was of her and we pushed past our audience to the main bar-area for a much earned drink. 

It was the first time I’d ever dominated anyone in front of a crowd. 

Today I took a really big giant step in dealing with my recent family drama
And I went to yoga for the first time in a long time.

Both of these were painful things. And brave things. And not-easy-to-do things. 

But I did them. 

And now I would just like to curl up in someone’s lap and be very little and talk about giant flamingos and flying hippos and trivial things like how many kisses each cheek needs. 

actegratuitRicardo Solis


When I was little I thought being an adult meant not having a bed time but I’ve come to realize that it just means being in charge of my own bed time and it turns out that I am not equipped to handle that responsibility.

"Hi I’m into BDSM, cum, hardcore porn and kittens and rainbows and fairies and princesses and puppies and coloring and-"
— Every little ever  (via greeniesub)
He always says my big heart is what makes me so brave. 
But I think it just makes me an easier target. 

shoulderblades: kostas murkudis spring/summer 1997

He always says my big heart is what makes me so brave. 

But I think it just makes me an easier target. 

shoulderblades: kostas murkudis spring/summer 1997

yes please i just oh my god need yes want do thank you need now okay

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