Hey little girl is your daddy home
Did he go away and leave you all alone?
…I got a bad desire
…I’m on fire – Bruce Springsteen
I’ve always loved the menace of those lines. And I love the way it showcases the Daddy/little girl dynamic that Amy has posted about.
She and I have been finding our own way through an unusual relationship, one that isn’t part of the mainstream, and yet in so many ways sits squarely astride classic Middle America values. There are days when I’m Ricky Fucking Ricardo bending Lucy over his knee for a good old fashioned spanking.
Seriously, how far back does the image of the husband commanding his wife go back? And yet, it’s not exactly who we are.
Amy doesn’t need discipline.
So we aren’t exactly Ricky and Lucy.
And do we need to define ourselves at all?
Will the thought police show up and drag me off as a perv if I call her “baby”, and if she calls me her “stallion,” will they round her up as a potential horse fucker?
It’s a dynamic, not literal.
Amy posted about how Master/slave didn’t capture the dynamic; nor did owner/owned. Neither does husband/wife.
Amy has two other nicknames for me – “The Boss,” and “The Bad Man.” On a good day, maybe “The Bad, Bad, Baaaaaad Man.”
But our relationship involves a more nurturing role for me. And Amy is not a pain slut who craves constant discipline. Amy is eager to be a very good girl. Disobedience is simply out of the question for her.
What kind of relationship has a woman very eager to obey her partner, without question, and have him make the decisions and care for her needs?
For us, it’s a Daddy/girl dynamic.
It’s the most accurate descriptor for how the two of us interact.
In some ways it feels VERY vanilla. I mean, it’s a common theme in mainstream culture, from music to books to sugar daddies and typical flirtation between couples. For me, I grew up in an arch-conservative evangelical Protestant religion. We had an elderly couple in our church, pillars as it were – easily the most influential couple in our little community. He was on the church board, an elder, etc., and his wife, a white haired beehive fashion plate, led out almost weekly in some part of the service, and often referred to her husband.
She called him “Daddy.”
On formal occasions, she would add his last name after the word “Daddy.”
Maybe they were kinksters.
I think of the deep south. Cat on a Hot Tin Roof – Big Daddy. I see the Daddy/little girl dynamic almost everywhere – it appears to be timeless.
That will reassure Amy. She’s still convinced she’s vanilla.
But for now, who’s your Daddy?
Amy, I’m your Daddy.