I just wanted to tell you how much I love you and how I will always remember my birthday gift.
I knew you had something great for me for my 21st birthday, but never imagined it being, so life-changing.
I did not know that a little girl really needs her daddy in her life in so many different ways.
Over the years you have been my mentor Daddy, and I have always respected and looked up to you.
Not everything you have done has made me happy, but everything you have done has been for my good.
You are always right Daddy and always choose what is right for me.
Guess that's why I love you so much.
I really do love it when you put me over your knee daddy.
Even when I was younger, I used to love it.
I know that you might know this because I tried to hide it my real feelings about it.
Well, I think you probably do know how I really felt, because you know everything about me.
Daddy when you put me over your knee and spanked me I would get such a tingly feeling in my tummy.
I know I should not have, but I used to love to feel your thingy underneath me and I would push my pussy hard on it.
Wow Daddy it used to make me really tingle all over.
Omg Daddy I could hardly wait till you finished your spanking so I could run into my room and play with my pussy until a dizzy pleasure would run right through my body.
When I was sent to my room for my - 3 pillows in the middle of the bed punishments I remember how much I would tremble laying there completely naked waiting for you to come in and I would always watch you from the corner of my eye taking off your belt and walk slowly towards me.
Oh how I would squeeze my bottom cheeks together and push my pussy into the bed and you would put your hand on it and tell me to relax, or I would be punished harder.
Then after my punishment you would always make me sit in the corner for 3 minutes before calling me to you for cuddles.
That was the best thing, I loved to smell you after you spanked me; you always had such a loving aroma.
For my 3 pillow punishments Mummy would always go to her room and close the door, I guessed because she hated so much hearing me scream out when the strap would lash my bottom.
I remember each time after one of these beltings, your face would look strangely odd; after my cuddle you would stand up and go straight into your bedroom, and how I wished I could go in with you.
Those nights I would lay in my little bed, and listen to you make mummy scream with your belt, just like I did.
Sometimes I thought perhaps she had been really naughty as her belting went on forever.
One of those nights I tried to sneak in and see what all the noise and commotion was about, Daddy did not hear me open the door, and I saw you give her the last few tannings with your belt.