Obediently Yours

by Bella Jackson

  6. I will drink a minimum of two bottles of water per day. I will consume no more than two cups of caffeine per day. I will not drink alcohol without Daddy’s permission.

  I really hate this rule. First off, I hate water, so being forced to drink two bottles of water a day is really hard for me. Then, to have no more than two cups of caffeine—this includes all drinks whether it be coffee, tea, or soda. It will be impossible for me to follow this rule. I’m guessing it means a very sore bottom in my future.

  7. I will shave my pussy lips smooth and bare every Sunday night.

  This was a rule that was always in effect and I understand the symbolism of it. I am happy to say, this is one rule that I will not find hard to continue.

  8. I will not masturbate or orgasm without Daddy’s permission.

  Okay, can we talk about how hard this one is going to be? Especially since you and I will be talking every night to review my day and how well I followed my rules. Talking about it will make me horny. Very horny. And I am not allowed to masturbate without your permission? This is just mean. I know it is a pretty standard rule in the BDSM world, but man, this is going to be so hard. Just the thought of you makes me want to touch myself.

  9. I will show Daddy what I will wear to work and receive his approval. On weekends and days off, Daddy will decide what I will wear. Daddy will choose my panties each week. They will be lined up in sequence in my panty drawer. I will never purchase panties without Daddy’s permission.

  I can see that this is yet another way for you to exert your control and authority over me, and it will be very effective. I never thought much about what I wear. This will force me to not only think about it, but to also seek your approval beforehand. It will require me to plan more.

  10. I will not use foul language or talk back to Daddy. I will not make negative, berating, or disparaging remarks about myself.

  If I had to choose an area of my life that I would like to improve on, it would be my desire to stop swearing. It is a bad habit and one that really is un-ladylike.

  11. I will tell Daddy where I am going, how long I will be gone, and my anticipated return time home. I will inform Daddy if my schedule changes so he always knows where I am and what I am doing.

  Understanding your need to know that I am safe, I can see that this is one way that you can ensure it by knowing where I am and when I am expected to be home. I don’t mind following this rule and, in fact, it is kind of nice that you care so much. I’m not at all used to having someone else care about me in that way, Daddy.

  12. I will email/text Daddy at least one time each workday to check in. I will sign the email/text “Obediently and Submissively Yours, Your Baby Girl.”

  So we change from, “Respectfully Yours” to “Obediently and Submissively Yours.” Considering our real-life relationship and our roles as Dominant and submissive, this makes perfect sense to me.

  13. I will maintain my training journal and complete all assignments per Daddy’s instructions. I will submit my journal to Daddy every Friday evening and whenever he asks for it. I will meet all of the goals Daddy sets for me by Friday each week, unless Daddy instructs otherwise.

  I cannot wait for Friday nights so I can see you. I love when you give me assignments because it forces me to really think about things and reveal where I am challenged or having problems submitting. Given this is my first time in this type of relationship, I imagine it will be normal for me to be confused and need your guidance. Continuing my journal will help with this, I am sure.

  14. I will be punished when I am naughty or do not obey Daddy. I will accept and cooperate during all punishment and discipline that Daddy gives me. I will thank Daddy after a punishment session. I will document all punishments in the Infractions and Punishments section of my journal.

  Daddy, you made it very clear that you use a wide variety of punishment methods including spankings and other types of physical punishments. We also talked about using humiliation techniques, loss of privileges, and increased rules. I trust you and I want to give you total control over me, which will hold me accountable. I think that is one of the reasons why this type of relationship is so appealing to me—you have the authority and the sole discretion to hold me accountable for my actions or inactions.

  Overall, I have to say I am thoroughly pumped up with all of these rules. I am someone who thrives on structure and organization, so all of this is right up my alley. While I know that some rules will be much more difficult for me to follow than others, I do want to please you, Daddy. I will try very hard to learn and grow in my submission to you.

  * * *

  No sooner do I finish and send off my email to Daddy when my phone rings.

  “Hi,” I say shyly.

  “Hi there yourself, little one,” he responds.

  “I just finished sending you an email, Daddy.”

  “Great, I look forward to reading it. I hope you don’t mind my calling. I just wanted to hear your voice.”

  “I’m glad you did call,” I respond with a smile on my face. “I miss you so much already.”

  “I know, sweetie, I feel the same way too. Friday cannot get here fast enough.”

  “I agree, Daddy.”

  “God, how I love hearing you call me that, baby girl.”

  “I love saying it, Daddy,” I respond coyly.

  “Well, aside from wanting to hear your voice, baby girl, I wanted to also give you a writing assignment. In your training journal, I want you to write out the things on the negotiation lists that would be the most arousing to you and the most effective punishments for you. I also want you to write out an age play fantasy, one that makes you very horny. One that you like to masturbate to. Or at least used to masturbate to, since now you must ask my permission to touch your pussy in that way!” He laughs. “I expect honesty in your answers. We will review your assignment on Friday night when you present your training journal to me. I expect you to review your rules every day until they are committed to memory. It goes without saying I expect you to follow all of your rules and to record any infractions in your journal. Know that if you commit any infractions, you will be punished. Full disclosure is absolutely necessary and expected. Do you understand, baby girl?” he asks.

  “Yes, Daddy, I understand. I’ll be your good girl this week. I will follow all of my rules and do my assignment. It will be a good distraction because I will miss seeing you this week so much,” I say sadly.

  “I know, sweetie, I will miss seeing you too. I just found you and watching you leave my home was so difficult. Every instinct told me to grab a hold of you, lock the door, and keep you captive,” he says in a firm and menacing tone.

  After we speak a few more endearments back and forth, I sadly hang up the phone. I decide to start my assignments now to pass the time, so I grab my training journal and get to it.

  Most arousing to me on the negotiating list:

  ▪Scoldings/lectures for misbehavior

  ▪Over-the-knee spankings

  ▪Controlling bathroom use

  ▪Diapers

  ▪Blindfold

  ▪Limitation of movement/bondage

  ▪Medical scene

  Effective punishments for me:

  ▪Early bedtime

  ▪Orgasm tease and denial

  ▪Butt plug

  ▪Enemas and suppositories

  ▪Spankings

  ▪Restricting privileges/being grounded

  ▪Corner time

  ▪Essays and punishment lines

  Write out an age play scene you desire:

  My Daddy Dominant has required that I see the doctor for a full medical examination while he is also present. Daddy instructs me in preparation for the appointment to see the doctor as follows: I will wear the clothes that Daddy has laid out for me. I am to wear a little girl outfit consisting of a short plaid skirt, a white blouse, and a pair of childish Mary-Jane shoes. More important, I will be required to wear a diaper and plastic panties under my skirt. D
addy instructs me that I will be naked for the exam and expects that I follow all of the doctor’s instructions immediately and without hesitation. I am to answer all of the doctor’s questions fully and truthfully. Both Daddy and the doctor require that I arrive well hydrated. Daddy will insist on giving me a large enema before my exam and shaving my pussy completely bare himself. Daddy also said I will not be allowed to orgasm for several days prior to the exam.

  Daddy told me that he has given the doctor the following information about me: I do not like answering questions about my body/bodily functions (so the doctor will ask me many embarrassing questions during the exam). Daddy has told the doctor that it humiliates me to be called good girl/bad girl, told that I am wet or well lubricated, or that you can smell my arousal (so the doctor will incorporate these into the exam to further my humiliation). Daddy has told the doctor that if he feels I need to be disciplined or punished at any point during the exam, he can feel free to spank me and punish me as he sees fit.

  Daddy takes me into the doctor’s office and a very embarrassing, invasive, and humiliating physical examination takes place while I am naked.

  This assignment has made me very wet and very aroused. Now I am really pissed that Daddy set the rule about me not being able to masturbate without his permission because I want to masturbate badly! At least my assignment is complete. I hope Daddy likes it! I enjoyed completing it.

  * * *

  After a long week where I have been extremely aroused and dying to see my Daddy, I finally arrive at his house. Before I reach the door, it swings open and there he stands, my Daddy, my Dom, my love. I run into his open arms and feel his large, strong arms embrace me.

  “Hi, Daddy,” I say shyly.

  “Hello, my baby girl,” he responds. “I’m so glad you are here, little one. I’ve missed you so much this week.”

  “Me too, Daddy,” I say.

  “Come inside, baby girl,” he says, stepping back so I can enter his house. When we spoke this week, one of the things Daddy wanted was for us to have a ritual that will help get me into a submissive frame of mind for the weekend. We agreed that once I step inside his house, I am to immediately get undressed. Daddy feels me getting naked is a good way to reinforce my submissive baby girl mindset. Under his watchful eye, I immediately strip down and fold my clothes, leaving them on the chair just inside the front hallway. I stand before him in my birthday suit wearing nothing but a smile.

  Daddy smiles as he watches my transformation to nakedness, then takes my hand and leads me into his office. Walking over to his chair, he scoops me up into his lap, kissing me passionately. I feel his tongue demanding and searching and I return the kiss with the same fervor.

  “So good to see you,” he whispers, placing baby kisses around my face. I smile at his sweet words and sweeter kisses. After a few minutes, he gets a very serious expression on his face. I look at him, puzzled, and before I can ask, he asks me a question. “Baby girl, I want to give you something, if you want it.” He opens the desk drawer and takes out a pink collar. He holds it out to me and asks, “Baby girl, when you are here with me, would you be willing to wear this collar as a symbol of my dominance over you? I was thinking that we could start each Friday with me putting the collar on you to get us both into the right frame of mind for the weekend. I realize it is a big step we have not discussed yet…”

  “Shh, stop,” I say, holding my fingers over his mouth. “I would love to wear your collar, Daddy. Yes. I agree that it is the perfect way to start our time together each weekend. I love that it is pink too,” I say with a girlish giggle.

  “Excellent, sweetie. I’m so glad you agree,” he responds as he moves my hair to fasten the collar around my neck. When he finishes, he sits back and looks at it lovingly.

  “Can I see it, Daddy?” I ask in a childish tone.

  “Yes, baby, go over to the mirror and take a look,” he says.

  I walk over to the mirror on the wall on the opposite side of the room. It is a one-inch thick pink collar with a ring at the bottom and a charm hanging off of it. I hold the charm in my hand and ask Daddy, “What does it say?”

  “On one side it says, ‘Daddy’s Baby Girl’ because that is what you are, sweetie. You are my baby girl. Now and forever. On the other side it says, ‘I belong to RC.’ Because you do belong to me. That collar looks fantastic around your neck. I’m getting hard watching you wear it.”

  “Thanks, Daddy, I love it,” I say, smiling at the thought that I make him hard. I continue staring in the mirror at the pretty pink collar around my neck, taking in the unfamiliar sight.

  “Baby girl, when was the last time you went pee pee?”

  I turn to look at him. Blushing profusely, I answer, “Right before I left for work, Daddy.”

  “Were you aroused today, little one?” his questioning continues.

  “Yes, Daddy, I’m always aroused and ready for you,” I answer honestly. Daddy smiles at me, no doubt happy with that answer. I see him adjust himself in his pants. I guess he is ready for me too!

  “Little one, did you touch yourself at all this week?”

  “No, Daddy, I know I am not allowed to touch myself without your permission.”

  “Good girl, I’m glad to know you are following Daddy’s rules, even if they are hard for you to follow.”

  “They are hard, Daddy, I wanted to touch myself so bad. I want to right now. I’m always wet for you.”

  “I’m glad, honey. I want you to always be craving my touch. Now, come sit back down on my lap so we can review your week. In fact, go get your training journal so we can review it. Time to get on with our weekend.”

  I proceed to the front hallway to retrieve the journal from my bag. I am acutely aware of my nakedness. My breasts are heavy as they swing free. My nipples are hard and aching to be touched. My entire body is alive and aching to be touched by Daddy. After I return to his lap with my training journal in hand, Daddy reads my journal.

  “I see you completed your assignments like a good girl. It looks to me that you have been a good girl overall, little one. I just need to know one more thing from you; did you make the appointment for a mammogram like you said you would?”

  Oh, no! In all of the excitement over the last week, I completely forgot about it. I take a deep breath and answer honestly, “No, Daddy, I forgot to make the appointment.”

  “You forgot? Why did you fail to obey me? Was this deliberate? Are you trying to test me? I was very clear on my expectation, was I not?” Daddy exclaimed angrily.

  Oh, crap, he’s really mad. “Yes, Daddy, I did understand that you wanted me to make the appointment. I really did just forget all about it. It was not deliberate and I did not want to disobey you. It just slipped my mind. Given I am new to all of this and it was only my first week, can’t you give me a break, Daddy?” I say in a snarky tone that I immediately regret.

  “Listen, missy, you agreed to total obedience to your Daddy. That does not mean some of the time. I expect obedience all of the time, every minute of every day. Not only did you fail to follow my directive and make an appointment, which is bad enough, young lady, but you just addressed me in a bratty tone when answering me. I do not appreciate sass and it will only get you in deeper trouble. Do you understand?” His voice is controlled, but clearly angry.

  “Yes, Sir, I understand,” I respond contritely.

  “Very well, baby girl, you go into your nursery and get into your naughty corner right now!” he says, sternly pointing to the door.

  I immediately walk down the hall and go into the corner, knowing that immediate obedience is expected and demanded of Daddy. Why did I have to forget to make an appointment for a mammogram, especially since he made such a big deal out of it when we discussed it? Why did I admit to him that I forgot? I could have just lied and given him a fake date and called to make the appointment next week. But I did agree to submit to Daddy’s dominance over me. God, submission is hard, really hard. It’s nothing like I have read in my
erotic books. The fantasy in my head does not compare to the reality of real, complete submission to another person. I agreed to completely submit to Daddy and comply with his rules. I have disappointed him and that feels worse than anything. Knowing I need to answer for my behavior makes me feel small, certainly very submissive. I have agreed to this.

  I’m not sure how long I am standing in the corner when I hear Daddy say, “Come here, baby girl.” I walk across the room to stand in front of Daddy, who is sitting on the edge of the bed. “I am very upset with you, little one, and I am disappointed in your disobedient behavior. You will be punished for being naughty. First of all, you will receive a spanking over my knee, then I will put you in your diapers and jammies. I will feed you dinner and then you will have an early bedtime, going into your crib to sleep tonight.”

  I gasp at that. I hate not being able to sleep with Daddy. “But Daddy…” I start to say.

  “Do not speak, baby girl. Do not argue with me. Do not plead with me. This is the first time you are receiving a punishment of this magnitude. You may think it is harsh, but I want to impress upon you how much I expect you to follow your rules and obey me. The rules I have given you keep you safe and healthy, which gives me some comfort when I am not with you. You failed to obey and you will pay the consequences for it. Now, get over my knees,” he says as he pulls my arm toward him.

  I land over Daddy’s knees with my bare bottom sticking straight up. I feel Daddy’s hand rub my bottom cheeks and then, without warning, he spanks me. Spank, spank, spank, I feel the reign of Daddy’s hand on my bottom over and over as he continues to lecture me about following my rules. He tells me how disappointed he is in me, which makes me feel worse than the stinging I feel on my butt. I start to squirm as it becomes harder and harder to bear any more spanks. My bottom feels like it is on fire.

  “Daddddddy, ppppplease stop spanking me. It hurts. It hurts so bad. I’m sorry I was naughty. I won’t do it again, just please stop!” I plead, trying to twist my body away from Daddy’s hand. Tears pool in my eyes as the pain really starts to take hold. The tears spill over and it is not long after that I feel the first sob and cry out, “Oww, p…p…please! Hurts. Hurts.”