Firm Hand, Gentle Touch

We made a more personal Tumblr. Feel free to follow.

Anonymous asked: My Daddy is very busy, he works many jobs for his age, and he barely has time for me, I thought since you and your peach don't see each other as often as you'd like, I was hoping you could give me some advice on my lack of patience.

I would like to give you and your Daddy both some advice.

First of all, you’re a little. Impatience is kind of your thing however incidental it may be. You require a lot of attention, care, and love and when you don’t get it, things tend to start unraveling until you’re coming apart at the seems. Your Daddy has a responsibility to you. You chose to offer yourself to him and he accepted gladly, I’m sure. Being a part of a relationship like the ones we have is a massive undertaking; some parts are easier than others, but like all and more so even than most relationships it takes a lot of work. I understand that your Daddy is very busy and I’m sure he doesn’t mean to be neglectful, but when you are responsible for another life, excuses pretty much lose their meaning.

Forgive me. I don’t mean to sound so dramatic and serious, but being a Daddy is something that should be taken seriously on a relationship level and with a light heart on others, I feel.

The point I am trying to make here is that although I’m sure he has his reasons for not having much time, it is his responsibility to make time for you as well as it is your responsibility to be patient with him. Perhaps he could start giving you tasks or assignments that would help you feel closer to him in the time that he has to be away. Or, you could do things of your own accord. You could color him pretty pictures, write him little love letters, take pictures with all of your loveys (stuffed animals), or make a video telling him how much you miss him and that you can’t wait to see him that he could watch on his lunch break(s). Communication is also, obviously, of vital importance. Texting, emails, phone calls, Kik, Snapchat, Instagram, Skype, Tumblr posts, Facebook messages, and so on. There is a plethora of ways that you can communicate and I urge you to use as many as you possibly can because there’s nothing better than getting a message from someone you love even if you receive a million a day. Find the words and send him a message and if you don’t have anything to say, send him a picture or reblog something and let him know you’re thinking of him. Peach and I communicate from the moment we are awake to the moment I blow her a kiss goodnight. We have done this every single day since we first started talking and we have not run out of things to say yet.

I know it’s hard to be apart, but it doesn’t have to be so as long as you keep your connection to each other strong.

I hope this helps.

Take care.

Anonymous asked: Lt. Dan ice cream?

A small joke between us.

“A prettier sight in this world, there is none.”

“Agreed.”

“Which one’s yours?”

“The one with mermaid hair.”

“Ah. She’s a rather lovely thing.”

“You have no idea.”

“I’d like to. How much?”

“Not for sale. Not today.”

“I’ll pay a hefty sum for her. Name your price.”

“Not today. Today, she’s mine.”

“Have it your way then, But, you’re missing out on a golden opportunity.”

“I think, my friend, that today I will make you eat those words-Hi, princess!”

“Hi, Daddy! Did I do good?”

“You did so good, baby angel! Papa is so, so proud of you!”

“You are?”

“Mhmm. In fact, Papa is so proud of you that he’s going to take you for Lt. Dan ice cream on the way home!”

“Hooray!”

“Let’ get you dressed, kiddo. Undies…”

“Undies!” Lifts foot.

“That’s Daddy’s good girl. Think about what flavor Lt. Dan ice cream you want.”

“Cookie dough!”

“Mmm-mmm-mmm! Shirt.”

“Shirt!” Lifts arms.

(Source: spiritualbdsm)

“Ohhhhhhhhhh, Papaaaaaaa!! What isssssss thaaaaat??”

Moaning.

“It feels so good, Papaaaaaa. Is that you doing that?”

“Mhmm…”

“Really, really, Papa? You’re doing that? It feels-OH, PAPA!!!”

Chuckle.

“Papa, you’re making me-I have to-I need to-I’M GONNA!!!!!!”

Growl.

Splash.

“Mmmmm.”

Panting.

“What do we say, slut?”

“Thank you, Daddyyyyyy…”

“Good girl. Knees.”

“Yes, Papa!” Drop.

(Source: fuckmaker)

“Papaaaaa. You can’t touch me there!”

“Oh? Why not, little angel?”

“That’s my special, no-no place! We’ll get in trouble!”

“Awwww, my precious little baby, we won’t get in trouble. It’s okay if Papa gives you touches on your no-nos. It means Papa loves you so much that he needs to show you.”

“It does?”

“Mhmm. It means that you’re such a pretty little baby and that Daddy is so happy and so proud of you, that he wants to show you by making you feel good, making you feel like a big girl.”

“Ohhhh. So, it’s not bad that I like it, Daddy? It’s not bad?” Blushes.

“No, baby girl. It’s not bad. It’s a good thing. Especially when Papa touches you right…”

Gasp. “Papaaaaa!!”

“-here…”

Giggle. “Do it again, Daddy! Do it again!”

“Ah, ah, ah, little one. What do we say?”

“Pleeeeeeaaaaaseeeee!!”

Smile. “That’s Daddy’s good girl. Ready?”

Scream.

(Source: insuh)

“Look at that pretty fucking hole. Salivating at the very mention of pleasing a cock. You really are a filthy fucking whore, aren’t you, scooter pie?”

“Uh-huh.”

“You like pretending to be a little girl, holding Papa’s hand and snuggling your Rooster, but this is the real you, isn’t it? The slave, the cum dumpster, the fuck pig. Isn’t that right?”

“Uh-huh.”

“You don’t care where you get it from, all you know is that you need it, you need to feel that rush, you need it to feel alive.”

“Ah-eee!! Eeee!! Ahhhh…”

“Look at you, begging for it, needing it more than you’ve ever needed anything in your fucking life.”

Panting.

“Daddy’s filthy little cum slut…”

“Uh-huh!!!!!!”

“Shut the fuck up.” Slam.

gahhhhhhhhh.

(Source: slut-meat)

“What do you think of it, baby angel? Do you like it?”

“I love it, Papa! But, look! It’s too short! See?” Wiggle.

“Papa’s sees alright, little one, but that’s how it’s supposed to be.”

“What do you mean, Papa?”

“Big girls wear things like this for their Daddies. When little girls like you grow up, they wear things that show off their no-no’s so their Daddies can see how much they’ve grown since they were little. Do you understand?”

“Uh-huh!”

“You want to be a big girl for Papa, don’t you?”

“Yes, Papa! I want to be a big girl! I want to wear what big girls wear!”

“Good. Now, give Papa another wiggle for luck before he has to leave for work.”

Giggle. “Papaaaaaa!”

“Oh, no, no, no, little peach. Big girls don’t get shy about showing off for their Daddies. Big girls give their Daddies the best wiggles. You can do it. Papa knows you can.”

…Wiggle.

“Mmmm. Good. Big kisses, baby angel.” Kiss.

“Big kisses, Papa! Have a good day at work!”

“Awww. Thank you, baby.”

(Source: redheadasian)

(Source: kittamina)