Poem for Daddy

I had to write a poem on the inside of Daddy’s origami frog. He told me to post it as hes not ruining the frog to read it. Its not very good, im not great at writing poems or lyrics……….

There was a little girl
Who had a brilliant life
But she needed more
Just to be precise.

She needed to feel or be owned
Someone to control her every move
She heard about a new/different lifestyle
So investigated and learnt some more

She discovered a whole new world
That would give her everything she wanted
Dominance and submission it was called
Dom,Domme/sub for short.

Pretty soon she became owned
To a Master she adored
He was strict but slightly fluffy
But still she wanted more

She really wanted a Daddy
She was a little girl afterall.
Soon she found one
Who was everything she desired

Not satisfied with a Master and a Daddy
She learned about a Domme
A woman I would submit too
And she decided this would complete her life

So soon this little girl was happy
Though she learnt a lot about being bratty
Her Domme/Doms were very strict with her
But also nurtured, loved and cared for her too

Her Master, Daddy and Mistress
Controlled her every move
She made some silly mistakes
So she became a naughty brat and sulked
Usually with a very sore, hot bottom

Tasks she didnt always remember
She sometimes didnt do them on time
Her Master, Daddy and Mistress
Punished her til she behaved
Like the good little sub
She always wanted to be.

Daddy’s poem.

Daddy’s poem from his Little Minxs


Little Minxs will be a good girl,

She wants to make her Daddy proud , 

Little Minxs will be a good girl,

She wants to make him happy . 


Little Minxs will be a good girl,

She will do her tasks and shout to daddy, here I’ve done my tasks,

Little Minxs will be a good girl,

and if she’s bad and breaks the rules, she’ll be punished for being sassy.


Yet Little Minxs knows what happens,

When she decides to be naughty,

Maths homework and a poem,

Daddy sets for Little Minxs.


Little Minxs will be a good girl,

She’s made to sit on her naughty stool, writing lines of up to 40,

Little Minxs will be a good girl,

And as she sits to do them, its time for Little Minxs to think.


Her Daddy is caring, kind and lovable,  

But there’s also a stern side to her Daddy,

When moaning he told her Enough ! Little Minxs actually stopped,

He didn’t like hearing her putting herself down.


Little Minxs will be a good girl,

Her Daddy loves brushing her hair and being all huggable,

Little Minxs will be a good girl,

so if she starts to throw a tantrum, she must stop and be more happy.


Daddy knows Little Minxs will push boundaries,

She will also forget Daddy’s rules at times,

But Little Minxs will try her hardest,

To be Daddy’s good little girl always


Little Minxs will be a good girl

She needs her tasks and discipline, to keep her grounded for a lifetime

Little Minxs will be a good girl

But Daddy will always forgives her, because Daddy you are the greatest



Master found this poem on facebook and i had to share it, as its hilarious. Is this what will happen to us when we get older.

The missus bought a Paperback,
down Shepton Mallet way,
I had a look inside her bag;…
T’was “Fifty Shades of Grey”.

Well I just left her to it,
And at ten I went to bed.
An hour later she appeared;
The sight filled me with dread.

In her left hand she held a rope;
And in her right a whip!
She threw them down upon the floor,
And then began to strip.

Well fifty years or so ago;
I might have had a peek;
But Mabel hasn’t weathered well;
She’s eighty four next week!!

Watching Mabel bump and grind;
Could not have been much grimmer.
And things then went from bad to worse;
She toppled off her Zimmer!

She struggled back upon her feet;
A couple minutes later;
She put her teeth back in and said
“I am a dominator!!”

Now if you knew our Mabel,
You’d see just why I spluttered,
I’d spent two months in traction
For the last complaint I’d uttered.

She stood there nude and naked
Bent forward just a bit
I went to hold her, sensual like
and stood on her left tit!

Mabel screamed, her teeth shot out;
My God what had I done!
She moaned and groaned then shouted out:
“Step on the other one!!”

Well readers, I can tell no more;
Of what occurred that day.
Suffice to say my jet black hair,
Turned fifty shades of grey!!


Oh how I’d love my very own Red Room.
My very own room of pain.
Just for my Master and me.
What fun would we have,
Many tears would be flowing,
My bottom would be crimson,
Too hot to touch, but still he does.
Paddles, canes, floggers he uses.
The cross, leather cuffs and spanking bench.
How I long to be bent over, cuffed to that bench,
Legs spread wide, bottom up high,
As Master whips my legs with his crop, my bottom, pussy and inside leg too.
How I want that big plug pushed into my hole.
Maybe some ginger placed into my pussy, to add to the thrill.
I want to be punished, fisted and fucked.
I want Master to use every hole he desires.
How I long for my own red room.
But what fun we have without one.
The secret spankings we have downstairs,
The secret spankings we have in the garden,
The secret fucks, the videos, the photos.
Learning to be quiet, scream in my head, cum in my heart.
So no verbal sounds come out of my mouth.
The hidden toys that are kept in the living room.
Its exciting to know they are there,
When visitors come, will they see them or not ?
I dont care anymore, I just want them there.
So Master can use them whenever he longs to.
We dont need a red room, we have a red house.
Just for my Master and me.