A Little Girl Day

This morning I woke up from a lovely dream where a tall, curvy, maternal (not motherly, maternal) woman was leading my by the hand down a hall into a room to spank me. The spanking never came to pass in the dream (other events intervened, as often happens in dreams), but I started the day feeling distinctly submissive. Not naughty, not sexual, just kind of calm and submissive.

M and I did crossword puzzles and watched football for a while and then I asked if I could have a little girl kind of day. I didn't want to misbehave; as a matter of fact, I desperately wanted to be a very, very good girl today. One who trots along, doing as she's told, and doesn't have to make any decisions. So M directed me through my getting ready ("Good girl for getting dressed. Now we're going to get some breakfast and we're going to try a new place.") and gave me lots of hugs and praise. I didn't make any decisions without asking permission, including what I ate at breakfast and how much of it I ate. When we got home, he took me by the hand, led me down the hall into our room, and gave me a gentle, lovely good-girl spanking. Not because I was bad, just because I'm Iris and sometimes I need to be reminded that I'm loved.

And then he gave me a list of things to do for the rest of the day. Not too many, but just enough to make me feel like I'd accomplished things. I, um, haven't quite finished the list, but I think I'll go get started. After all, I really do want to be a good girl today.