My formal apology and reflections on our time...

I saw my DADDY. 

I saw my Daddy.

I SAW MY DADDY. 

*Cough cough*

So I was fortunate enough to take a short amount of time off work to spend four wonderful days at Daddy's house in New York City. 

As you know, I had never been to NYC..and I was nervous. This was a big step for Kittens. 

And oh boy. New York City tried to eat me alive. 

Kittens Ubered to the WRONG place and was lost with no idea where I was, on some random ass street corner in New York while a cockroach walked past me yelling "hey lady, I'm walking over here" ..and it was enough to make me start visibily trembling. 

But then I put my big girl pants on and called another Uber with the correct address this time. 

And a short ten minutes later on a different street corner, Daddy was there. 

I wanted to pounce on him -immediately- as I had promised myself that I wouldn't get all shy and nervous and overwhelmed....but I couldn't and I didn't. Because of Corona and because I got nervous and overwhelmed from my travelling mishap. 

So Daddy put me in the shower. And fed me dinner. Which was lovely. 

I will say this on the subject of greetings. I didn't close my eyes. I always do. I always look down. This time I kept them open and drank it all in. Daddy's apartment tour. Daddy's smell. Daddy's bed and his smell and Jessie. Daddy's smell. The art on the walls. Daddy's smell. 

There were rules at Daddy's house. And I tried my very best to follow them all. 

Wake Daddy up every day by sucking his cock. 

I believe I did this all but one day. I am proud of how I followed this one. One of the days Daddy took his blowjob on the sofa. And that was really nice. But they were all nice.

Make Daddy an sensible breakfast every day. 

Here I failed. And I failed hard. I failed so hard that Daddy ended up making ME breakfast every day. 

But you know what? We learned something very important about ourselves as a couple. Kitten is not a morning person, especially after getting fucked and smoking pot. Which we did every single night. Also Daddy's are early to rise too which makes it harder. Long story short...he wasn't mad. And I think that house rule might be more of "Make Kitten a sensible breakfast to start the day right or else she becomes very bratty very early and no one loves a bratty kitten."

I knelt when I was not immediately needed. I didn't open doors for myself or sit or touch things without permission. 

I did laundry and I did cook a few times. 

But mostly? I was happy. And in service as a submissive. And it was lovely. 

And then came PuNiShMeNt DaY 

See...when Daddy and I can't be together for long periods of time...which happens most of the time because we both are married and have successful jobs and obligations and responsibilities..anyway Daddy keeps a list.

He is good at lists...as old WiSe men generally are.

So on this list he writes down... well--- all the times that I misbehave. Which...is kinda a lot. 

Actually it's a matter of debate. But I'll get to that in the formal apology. Because this is still the reflection part. 

Anyway for each infraction there is a punishment. In Mexico it was a collection of things off of a list that I had to compile myself about the worst ways to punish me. Sneaky Daddy made me think I was making a list for posterity. Not his general use!!!

Anyway. 

This time.......because of some comments I might have made while I was angry..punishment time turned into an entire DAY. 

SIXTEEN infractions. 

I wasn't sure what might happen. Daddy had a plan. 

There was a jar. And in the jar there were punishments. SO many punishments. Not even funishments. Actual punishments. 

And I had to do sixteen. And they were horrible.

And if I absolutely didn't want to do one at ALL then sure I could pass..BUT TWO MORE horrible ones would take its place!!! 

Do you know what FIGGING feels like?!!?!

Me neither because I passed that one. 

But EVERYTHING else I did. 

Listen here Daddy and maybe one other blog reader. I did not puss out. 

I wrote lines. While being BEATEN for Daddy's pleasure which was NOT on the paper btw but apparently open to only the interpretation of Daddy's. Urgh.

I gagged on cock until I vomited. 

I was written on. With marker. The most vile things that I had to find. 

I had to wear nipple clamps which I HATE for like an entire hour. 

I had to let Daddy edge me during the five hours I wasn't allowed to cum at ALL. 

I had to watch blow job instructional videos.. which is fucking with my mind because like...I give good head. I think. I DONT KNOW ANYMORE why was that one in there?!?!

I had to make a phone call to a loved one and stay on for 20 mins while getting fucked and sucking cock and NOT cumming. 

All of this and more. And I haven't forgotten it at ALL. 

I had a lot of time to think about that day between then and now. 

And so here is my delayed letter of apology to Daddy. The last punishment on your list. 

Dearest Prince Daddy,

I am so sorry for my behavior when I am away from you. It is not acceptable behavior of an up and coming Kitten submissive. 

There were three types of infractions. 

1. Error to follow a specific instruction. Mainly. Tell you what time to call me in the morning. Which I forgot to do like ten times. 

I am genuinely sorry for this. Your time is so valuable to you and to me. For every time I made you wait for me and question if you should get up early and thus lose sleep because of me. Or worse worry if I was okay because I didn't text when I should have. For all of that I am so sorry.

2. Loss of temper and general bratty brattiness. 

So..I'm a brat. I like what I like and I want what I want and I get what I want most of the time. 

And sometimes I try to take advantage of you. It's not like I know that I do it. It's more like..everyone else in my life treats me with disrespect and never loves me right so sometimes when you overcompensate for their short falls I let you and let you and let you and then ask for more. 

That's wrong of me. And you're right to put me in my place when I'm out of line. 

3. When I'm bad to get under that Daddy skin. 

There is no apology to be had for this one Daddy-O because it's not over. Mean Daddy may think he one because my vomit was on the floor and you shoved a kiwi up my cunt. 

But this isn't over. 

I'm gonna speed round a few more reflections and also I promise to still make a favorite trip memory post. 

Thank you for my birthday. Sorry I cried all over you at gift time. 

Thank you for the movie marathon. 

Thank you for the smores. 

Thank you for letting me wash you. And touch your body every where. 

Thank you for every once of love and devotion you have shown me. 

Thank you for healing that part of my soul that flinches when I say something cheeky because I am afraid of being struck in anger. 

Thank you for cherishing my submission and reminding me that I don't have to be a slave to anyone.