Daddy's Little Girl - Fourth Edition

I'm not new here. I am a old member returning. Guess you can say I met way too many Doms on here who were too pushy and I think we're fake Doms. Hopefully, I'll meet a Daddy who does appreciate me and will take there time with me. I'm glad to be back.

I got scared off and didn't know what to do. I need to set better boundaries.
The ladies in this thread are great sounding boards and give top-notch advice. And I'm sure if you don't feel comfortable posting, many of them would talk via PM to help you feel more comfortable.

Good luck and enjoy your time here. :)
 
I'm not new here. I am a old member returning. Guess you can say I met way too many Doms on here who were too pushy and I think we're fake Doms. Hopefully, I'll meet a Daddy who does appreciate me and will take there time with me. I'm glad to be back.

I got scared off and didn't know what to do. I need to set better boundaries.
I know who you are. You seem to disappear and return pretty regularly.

Although there are a lot of fake doms here and IRL, I find the majority of times it simply is a difference in what they offer vs what we need/want. Compatibility.

Maybe taking time to know people, instead of looking for daddy material might help? It was some advice I was given, and it really helped me.
 
I'm not new here. I am a old member returning. Guess you can say I met way too many Doms on here who were too pushy and I think we're fake Doms. Hopefully, I'll meet a Daddy who does appreciate me and will take there time with me. I'm glad to be back.

I got scared off and didn't know what to do. I need to set better boundaries.
You’ll meet someone who will take their time and give you what they need. Have patience. They are out there.
 
I hope you don't mind this posted here. It is posted wirh permission. A moment of from hopefully the beginnings of a journey.


"I sat, spellbound, tracing the quiet dance of your body as you prepared the salad. Your willowy arms swayed like soft branches in a gentle breeze, selecting and chopping with a grace that seemed almost otherworldly. Your hips tightened with each movement, sculpting their smooth contours in the shifting light. Barefoot, you shuffled across the floor, the salad arranged with delicate care. Yet, it was your deep, unwavering focus—your mindful presence—that held me captive.
You were wrapped in your own sweet world, unaware of the butterfly’s silent arrival, gliding in from the garden through the open kitchen doors.
Out of the corner of your eye, you glimpsed it, and a startled yelp escaped your lips.
I laughed softly. You turned, cheeks flushed, smiling shyly—not at your nakedness, but at the innocent folly of a startled heart.
“Aren’t you going to catch it and send it back to the garden?” I asked.
You nodded, retrieving a glass measuring jug and a scrap of cardboard from the recycling bin with tender purpose.
I watched your eyes follow its erratic flight across the room. Your muscles coiled like a spring, ribs rising and falling with slow, steady breath—a cat poised to strike. It rested briefly on the wall. You approached. The butterfly fluttered away, vexed by your quiet pursuit.
Again, you followed, this time higher, where the fragile creature perched with wary grace.
Your delicate form reached upward, slow and deliberate. On tiptoes, calves flexing, limbs curving in a perfect arc. Arms lifted, back arched, belly tightened, breasts rising like soft hills under the morning sun.
And then—you caught it.
Joy bloomed across your face as you stepped beside me, cradling that fragile life with childlike wonder. Your mound of Venus and breasts framed the sight, a sacred vision in the quiet room.
Yet, you were untouched by anything but innocence and happiness—the way you were always meant to be.
I followed you outside, where sunlight spilled over your skin as you released the butterfly, watching it ascend into the blue.
Returning, your smile was wide and full—an echo of your inner child, wandering freely, discovering the world anew."
 
Y'all act like you haven't ever heard, "I'd spank you, but you'd like that. So, your punishment will be no spanking. Write lines, instead."

👀

Just me?
Nah. My D makes up punishments that I am definitely not asking for. They aren't needed often, in part because they are no funishments... (but also because I am good girl.)

Like, kneeling in position so long that legs go all numb and then it's awful to get up. While looking him in the eyes and knowing I have disappointed him, which is even worse.
 
Nah. My D makes up punishments that I am definitely not asking for. They aren't needed often, in part because they are no funishments... (but also because I am good girl.)

Like, kneeling in position so long that legs go all numb and then it's awful to get up. While looking him in the eyes and knowing I have disappointed him, which is even worse.
Or worse, kneeling on dry rice.


But yes, the anguish of knowing I've disappointed hurts 10 times worse.
 
Or worse, kneeling on dry rice.
For me that would be a red. That goes too far in the pain territory, which a hard limit for me. (We also have don't do spanking.) But yes, it would indeed be terrible.

And what he also won't do is put me in the corner, because it would also rob him of my company... So no need to discuss punishments including denial of contact, which is very good as I find them unhealthy.
 
For me that would be a red. That goes too far in the pain territory, which a hard limit for me. (We also have don't do spanking.) But yes, it would indeed be terrible.

And what he also won't do is put me in the corner, because it would also rob him of my company... So no need to discuss punishments including denial of contact, which is very good as I find them unhealthy.
Early on he banished me to the guest bedroom for the night. After less than a handful of times trying that, he realized that he was punishing himself too.
 
I came across something similar to this today, and the writer in me couldn’t resist rewording it for us. I use He/His/Him, but it reads just as well with She/Hers/Her, depending upon your situation.

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Being His doesn't mean he buys me whatever i want, and lets me have my way.
It means he listens. He protects. He leads.
He communicates. If something is on my mind, it’s important to Him.
He holds me accountable. He is firm, but not overbearing or arrogant.
He doesn't let me go to sleep crying or upset. He doesn't make me feel like i'm hard to be with.
He understands my weaknesses, and helps me to overcome them. He helps me to understand my strengths, and build upon them.
When the World has drained me, he fills me up.
He is my peace in chaos. He is my home.
I am His.
He is Mine.
 
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