Help from Daddy

DISCLAIMER: Everyone in this story is over 18 and all characters are consenting to the situation. If you don't like it then read no further.

My daddy dom and I live in a rigid dynamic that has lasted for many years now. We moved in together whilst the relationship was still very vanilla, but as time passed, I recognized my enjoyment of little space. For example, I really liked calling my boyfriend 'Daddy' and asking him for spankings. Giving him some paternal control was really relaxing at first, as I grew up in a home that wasn't physically or emotionally safe. So for a long time my inner child was neglected as I had to girl boss up in order to survive the brutality of this world. Being with him allowed me to regress from time to time. This is the story of how it evolved, I suppose.

Because the damage of my childhood was greater than I anticipated at first and whilst regressing into my little space felt good, the more I was doing it the more vulnerable I felt. As it became more familiar, I would learn to do things to help me self-soothe, which from an outsider's perspective probably looks like me acting younger than my years. But I did it to protect myself. So it became a cycle that descended into me calling him Daddy all of the time and constantly expressing all of the difficult emotions I had been bottling up or denying. I could feel myself becoming more reliant on him, whereas before I would've tried to deal with everything myself. He enjoyed it too, the way it developed. Working from home, he would greet me when I got home from work and baby me.

At first this started with him laying freshly tumble-dried pyjamas out on the bed and having a bath ready for me when I got home. Followed by a homemade carbonara and whatever dessert I requested on the sofa. He'd stroke my hair while I ate, watching whatever I desired - usually a musical, which sometimes we would both sing along to and I found it great fun. Really improving my mood. This helped me to relax and when we went to bed I had the most amazing orgasms with the most fantastic toys that Daddy would buy for us to play with. Then he would fuck me so good that after peeing (Daddy always reminded me to pee after making love). I'd fall asleep in his arms right away comforted by the sound of his breath. It wasn't that I was behaving like a child, just the calm and trust relaxed me and made me feel safer. Such health and wellness was a really big turn on.

This routine worked amazingly for me. Until one day I woke up looked at my partner and felt a deep feeling of guilt in my stomach. Normally, he was up first, although today I woke up early with a feeling of discontent. I looked at him and sighed, not knowing why I felt so numb and empty as I slipped my comfy clothes on. I got up went to the kitchen to make some coffee and thought about it - it dawned on me: 'What if he thought I was silly?' 'What if I was taking too much in this relationship?', 'Was this a sustainable way to be behaving?' By the time the coffee was in my mug, all I could do was cry. A guttural, visceral weep was met by Daddy entering topless in his pyjama bottoms; his abs rippled through the water flowing from my eyes. I tried to hide my face behind my mug to avoid any questions, again I was acting all immature but there was nowhere to hide. He was in the room now.

"What is wrong, my girl?" He said, placing his hand on my waist.

Tears fell and the way he held me and spoke to me overcame me with emotion that made me feel so small. "I just don't feel excited about anything anymore. Our relationship is safe and I love that, but this morning I woke up and I felt nothing, it made me not want to face the day. But that's silly, because you're here and I love you."

"What's the problem, little one?"

"I think that I just don't know what our relationship is anymore. All you seem to do is wait on me and it makes me feel like I'm not reciprocating and I like being subby. Calling you Daddy when I orgasm isn't really enough."

"Would you like to talk about it?"

"Yeah. What I'm trying to say is, as much as I like being taken care of and not having to worry about things, I want to feel like you are in control of me too. Or we just go back to a regular relationship and forget that I was ever vulnerable to begin with."

He got himself some of the coffee I'd prepared. Looking at me lovingly, he began, "I love being your Daddy. And you seem so much happier since you have started expressing that side of yourself. I'm not saying we have to do it but I enjoy the kinkier aspect too. You're cute when you're relaxed."

"You wouldn't mind if we discussed pushing it further? It's just I never want to wake up on the wrong side of the bed again."

He took a sip. "I'd love to hear your needs and wants."

I put the mug down on the side and looked him straight in the eye. Taking a deep breath, I said, "I think it would be sexy to have rules and punishments. And you will punish me when I misbehave."

At this, he became shy and looked into his mug before looking back at me, nodding.

"I'll think about some rules for you --"

I interrupted with "Maybe some chores too. I'm getting lazy."

He smiled, before patting my bum and simply said, "Okay. Before that would you like a spanking now?"

I nodded. Overall, it helped me feel less depressed. Especially when he gave me a list of rules such as:

- Must exercise AT LEAST once a day.

- Eat AT LEAST three times a day.

- Ask daddy before touching yourself.

- Tears will be punished with spanking or corner time depending on the girl's preference.

I read the last one and scrunched my face up, wanting him to take full control. Then I remembered that I needed some autonomy and protection over myself to avoid messing the relationship up.