Sometimes when I get in a funk, I just need some pain to clear my head and help me refocus.  I’m thankful that I have Daddy in my life, that he understands my need to be abused and is more than willing to oblige. *smiles*  It’s been a little while since Daddy has beaten me and I was starting to feel restless, cloudy and out of sorts.  Daddy could tell what I was needing just by how I was acting.  I wasn’t being a disobedient brat, but he could just tell that I was off kilter a little bit and needed an “adjustment”.

This is the hard part of being kinky and having small kids at home because we can’t just go off to the bedroom and play any ole’ time we feel like it - grrrr.  On occasion, we are able to steal some time alone for a quickie or as we like to call it, ”Storming the beach” (The line is from a Jeff Foxworthy joke about him and his wife trying to have quickie sex, tearing off their clothes, and running down the hallway towards their bedroom like they were storming the beaches of Normandy)  Of course we would like to take our time and have longer play sessions, but sometimes you just don’t have that luxury when the need arises.  Daddy also has to be at work during the week by 3pm so that’s a time killer for us too.  Damn job and kids lol.  Thankfully, today was one of those days when we were able to sneak off alone together long enough to ”storm the beach” - I love that phrase.  I just had a thought, maybe we should change it to “storming the bitch”. *grins*

The baby was finally taking a nap, I put in a video to occupy our son and we were off to take care of some business.  Knowing that Daddy had to get ready for work soon and that Sponge Bob will only amuse a 3 year old for so long - we had to get right down to it.  Immediately he started punching me, blow after blow to my arms, back, hip area and thighs.  Whatever part of my body he’s hitting, he usually hits the same place over and over again because that just makes it all the more painful.  Because we were working against time, he didn’t beat me until I cried for mercy, but it was enough to clear my head.  I felt better, but being the greedy bitch I am, I wanted more!  I want blood, tears, and pain so intense I’m screaming, but all of that will have to wait until the weekend when we have more time.

It’s kind of difficult at times like this to really get into anything sexual because there is always the threat of interruption.  After he was done beating me, he pulled out his cock for me to start sucking on and I did - greedily. *smiles*  After a couple of minutes watching me bob up and down on his cock, he grabbed my head and forced his cock even further down my throat.  He grabbed a handful of my hair (hurt like hell) and used it to help hold my head while he fucked my mouth.  I had a mouth full of saliva that I couldn’t do anything about, my jaw was screaming in pain, my neck felt like it was about to give out and I’m trying my damnedest not to gag with every thrust down my throat.  It was a rockin good time! *smiles*

When he shot his load down my throat, it tickled my tonsils and I did gag.  My eyes watered, I started coughing and had saliva mixed with cum running down my chin - Daddy laughed at me.  Then I cleaned up the mess I made - I licked his cum up off the floor, off of him and off of myself.  Daddy was very pleased and I felt centered again.  “Storming the beach” is definitely a good way to perk up the day. *smiles*