I'm not ashamed to say that when I went looking for a husband, my daddy became my role model. I had a few relationships I'd sooner forget where the guy just didn't measure up. It took me until my late 20's to figure out that the character traits my daddy has is what I wanted in my husband as well.
Ever since I can remember, daddy told me I was smart, and pretty, could do anything I wanted in life, and that he loved me like crazy. Maybe it's corny, but to hear those words every day as you're growing up is so important. He said it so many times that I believed him. Even when I was at my lowest, I had confidence that everything would be all right in the end, and I feel I owe it to those important words.
Daddy can also fix anything. He has tools, and he knows how to use them. So many "meterosexual" men nowadays wouldn't know the business end of a hammer from the butt end! But beyond just being handy, daddy could also fix any problem I had at all. I was sure of it. I remember once having a run in at the school with an unfair teacher. I told daddy about it, and he said he could take care of it for me, or would I prefer to care of it for myself? I decided I would take care of the problem, but bolstered by the confidence that if I screwed it up, I knew my daddy had my back! Didn't need him that time. What do you know about that?
I'm the middle girl of three, and I remember always competing fiercely for my daddy's attention. I would throw myself onto his lap and hug and kiss him, just monopolize him so my sisters couldn't! Was there anything sexual about it? Freud would say yes, and for my part I would agree with him. Even today, I throw myself at him, and sometimes still insist on sitting in his lap. Any daddies out there, please do tell, do you get sexual feelings about your daughters in these situations? I imagine it would be hard not to sometimes.
It's liberating writing anonymously on my blog here, so I will hazard to say that sometimes I deliberately do things I know are sexual. Like wear a short skirt or a low cut blouse, and still play at being daddy's little girl. Or maybe brush against him with my breast. Or walk around in only T-shirt and panties when I'm overnight. I've always done it. It's a little thrill for me. Daddy seems to not notice at all. It drives my sisters crazy, though!
Does my daddy have any sexual thoughts about me? There is certainly no evidence of it. Would I care if he did? No. I sort of, kind of, would want him to, you know? I mean, suppose he and I were marooned, just the two of us, on an isolated island in the South Pacific, for like ten years. In my fantasy, I would offer myself to him. I know. I'm very wicked to have that fantasy and should not write about it like this!
But don't get me wrong. If you're a grown man who takes advantage of an underaged girl sexually, I think you should have your dick cut off and spend the rest of your miserable life in prison. I wanted to set that record straight! However, if you are a grown woman, in her late twenties at least, and calling the shots, you can fantasize about anything you want as far as I'm concerned, and I'd be the last person to get all judgy about it.
Of course, my daddy is a perfect gentleman. He treats us girls and especially my Mom with total respect always. He is so devoted as well. Mom had to unexpectedly spend some scary time in the hospital a while back, and you could not get Daddy away from her side.
On the question of discipline. Daddy never shirked on disciplining me when I needed it. That is very important in a good daddy! I was spanked a few times as a little girl. Never very many spanks from daddy (I once got a worse one from Mom!), just enough to make a point. After about 10 years old, spanking was gone and replaced by something much, much worse.
After 10 years old, if I acted up, daddy would take me to a different room, and explain to me all about the reasons for and importance of good manners, respect for others, and respect for myself. I had heard it all before. Many times! But daddy gave me the same lecture anyway, figuring I needed it.
I remember the worst part was feeling that daddy was disappointed in me, and might not love me anymore. He didn't need to spank me. I would have done anything to win back his approval and love! Thankfully, after the lecture was over, he would always hug me and tell me that he loved me, which I absolutely basked in, like a drink of water for a girl dying of thirst!
Believe me, compared to that, spanking is easy! In these situations, had I imagined that a spanking would have meant instant love and approval afterwards, I would have thrown myself across his lap, pulled down my own panties, and begged for my spanking!
That is why daddy's have such a big responsibility. Their daughters would do anything for that unconditional love. Don't you ever dare abuse that, you men!
I remember when I was around thirteen and we had a family visiting over at our summer cottage on the lake. They had a daughter my age with whom I got along quite well. She was acting up at the dinner table, and her father raised his voice and said "if you don't stop that, I'll... I'll take you to the parking lot and lock you in the car!" I remember she just looked at him and then literally laughed in his face. He was not going to lock her in the car. He ignored her bad behaviour after that. Even at that age my predominant emotion was what a pathetic father she had. I felt proud and lucky that my daddy would not have put up with any nonsense like that from me! I would have been removed from the table, given a lecturing during which I would have cried, and then been told I was well-loved and returned to the table. A repeat that night would have earned me another lecture, more tears, and a long timeout alone in my room. Though I must say that I wasn't that far removed from spanking-age to wonder if punishment might not include a well-deserved trip over my daddy's knee during timeout for the repeat offence; or even more fancifully imagine some very painful and publicly humiliating consequences had I dared to laugh in my father's face in front of everyone as she had done!
Daddy is a good provider. He is responsible and has always worked at important jobs. At one time he had the corner office and two secretaries! What do I think about a guy who can't get or hold a job? Who lets his lady bring home the bacon? Pathetic. If you're a guy like that, go get a job! Any job. You don't need to make more money than your lady, but you do need to do something. I would have total respect even if you worked at McDonalds as a janitor, I wouldn't care. Just be responsible!
And daddy can be dangerous! I was sixteen and just learning to drive. It was a busy highway in a complicated part. I got confused about what lane to be in, and inadvertently must have cut off this man. The traffic was at a dead stop and suddenly he gets out of his car, really angry, starts shouting at me in Italian and walking towards my car door. He didn't see daddy sitting in the back seat (Mom was beside me). Daddy rolled down the window, stuck his arm out, and yelled "Cretino!" in a deep basso voice. Well that man literally turned on his heels and scampered back to his car without saying another word! Ha Ha! Talk about feeling safe when my daddy is around!
My husband has many of the same characteristics as my daddy. He is also kind and nurturing, strong and courageous, handy around the house, respectful of women. Ok, and he likes to be put into panties and spanked.
What if I found out something like that about my daddy? What if he and Mom have a secret, and one day Mom were to tell me that daddy needs to be put into panties and spanked regularly for the sake of his mental health? Would I think less of him? Not a chance! What if Mom were to ask me to witness one of his spankings? Would I do that? Hells yes! In a heartbeat. In fact, I would even tell Mom that I am not unfamiliar with how to administer a sound spanking myself, and volunteer to lend a knee and do the deed myself. I would not lose even one ounce of respect for my daddy in the process.
I know what you're thinking. All made up. Right?
For my part, I choose not to judge others' blogs like that. I take them at face value, if nothing else then for the entertainment value, and who knows what is true and what is not in cyberspace anyways? I know that my own situation is unbelievable as well. I would not have believed it a few months ago! But I know that I work hard at crafting my situations, in part because I get a thrill out of blogging about them. Yes, many are artificially manufactured, and what you read in my blog is not reflective of the fullness of my life with my husband, but just a slice of it, exaggerated in importance on this blog because I don't write about much else.
But for you doubting Thomases out there, Marc has sent me some photographic evidence of his exploits, and asked me to keep the pictures private to respect his wife's privacy. But the result is that I can vouch for at least some of what he says! So go on over and have a read and leave Marc a comment or two. You will all enjoy it. And remind yourself that some things are just too weird to be made up!