Father’s day or Daddy’s day?

Hi all,

So my book is out now, and while I was making my book adverts, I got an email from LittleForBig, my favorite online store that makes apparel for ABDLs and littles. I love their products! This email has unexpectedly changed my outlook on life (so get ready… although it probably won’t change yours).

Anyway, all week I’ve been getting these promotional emails from companies wanting to flog father’s day at me. I live in England, but I live most of my online existence on American sites, so I get this twice a year (heaven forbid they synch holidays), for about two weeks each time. Add two mother’s days, and that’s about eight weeks of the year where I get it rubbed in my face that my parents are dead. That’s if we don’t count Christmas, which has its associated traumas (I’m not being dramatic; I have PTSD). That’s eight weeks of the year where I’m unnecessarily and starkly reminded of the life I never got to live.

So, usually, when anything is emblazoned with the word “father’s” beside the word “day” I either delete it, unread, if it’s an email, or I click “hide advert” or “hide post” on social media. There are entire aisles of the supermarket to avoid, too.

Why, then, did I open an email marked, “daddy’s day” without knowing what it was? First, it was from LittleForBig and I couldn’t imagine them trying to sell people adult baby regalia for their *actual* fathers. Second, I was intrigued by the wording of the subject line.

It was pure genius. I’ve opened some great emails this week but I think this one wins out (I’ve since discovered that Daddy’s Day is a Thing… but I didn’t know).

You see, before today, I always thought father’s day was only for people with actual parents who did family things. It never occurred to me that this day (or days) could be taken for those of us in a consenting, adult relationship with a grownup.

I’ve said before that I’m moving to Asia soon. When I do, British father’s day will no longer be something I have to think about, but, unless I quit being on the Internet, American father’s day will be there, still.

So, I’m sorry if this offends any of you. And, I am aware that most people have parents, and use these holidays to honor and respect them, but I don’t, so I LOVE that this is a thing.

Apparently, it took a mass-distributed newsletter promo email to show me that this day can be celebrated by ageplaying orphans, too. My Daddy does a lot of stuff that, rightly, would be the job of my actual parents.

Whenever I have a disaster and I’m away from home, he is always on the other end of the phone. So much so that I’ve been in BIG trouble before for not answering when he calls. Remember how I said about my second worst spanking of the year (yep, that’s a link to my only first-hand spanking account)? The first worst spanking this year was for hanging up the phone on my Daddy. Three times. In quick succession. Then I turned my phone off for an hour. I don’t know that I’ll ever feel like writing about that as a real-life account, although it’s partly made its way into one of my books.

He also sets boundaries, buys me little treats, sends me nice thoughts, and encourages me when I’m scared. He is patient when I am crying (again) about something I did or forgot to do or tried to do (badly), he is usually a little less patient when I’m spitting sparks about something, and he is always there when I’ve burnt my hand on the oven or been scratched by a rabbit or when I’m over-tired and cranky.  So I think it’s only right that he gets the appreciation that he deserves on this special day.

And that’s why I am borrowing this holiday, claiming it for all the littles, and celebrating it with my book release.

Happy Daddy’s Day!

His Little Earthling Daddys Day his little earthling katie douglas sci-fi spanking romance,

Lots of love,
Katie xxxx

Katie Reads… His Naughty Little Housewife

What a week this hasn’t been!

If everything had gone according to plan I’d be revealing some exciting news about my latest book today (see also: last week), but sadly that is not the case due to an unfortunate turn of events. Sorry.

But I’ve got four other books you can read instead. Or you could hear me read them to you! That’s right, I’ve got you another Katie Reads video, where I read an excerpt from one of my books. It’s over on YouTube right here:

His Naughty Little Housewife | Katie Reads

It seems like there should have been another week before I published this video; isn’t February such a strange month, being so fleeting? Perhaps in a few centuries, it will have grown up to be the same size as all the other months.
Also, I have only just this minute realized that Valentine’s Day is the half-way point of February… I wonder whether that was intentional. Who even decides when all the special days fall? I want to write to them. They need to put more holidays between August and December, and also between January and Easter. Which reminds me, this coming Tuesday is TOTALLY pancake day! After my dentist fixed my tooth this afternoon, I went straight to the supermarket and got my maple syrup all ready for pancakes (ironic, I know, but it was on sale at 1/5 of the usual high price, which never usually happens)! I always miss Shrove Tuesday and end up getting pancakes on the Wednesday (or sometimes, Thursday, Friday or Saturday…), but I’m resolved that’s not going to happen this year.

Love,
Katie xxxx

I hate housework!

I hate housework.

That probably comes as a surprise, particularly if you’ve read An Old Fashioned Homestead, His Naughty Little Housewife and Mastered by the Highlanders, but it’s true. I’d rather sit on my computer or visit with my friends than do housework, I find it dull as ditchwater.

Unless I’m doing it for someone else.

It was a phenomenon I first noticed when I worked at McDonald’s, a few months before I finally figured out that BDSM was a thing and that it was ok to be submissive. My own room in a shared house was always a complete mess; I would regularly forget to put my laundry away, make my bed, etc, but when I was working, on someone else’s time, I would regularly go above and beyond to make sure everything was perfect.

When I moved in with someone for the first time, I noticed the same thing; I was a badass at keeping their house clean. I can’t do it for myself, I just don’t care enough because I can invariably find whatever I’ve lost if it’s all on the floor, but I really go to town for other people. I create entire rituals out of making the house perfect when I think it will make someone happy.

I think it’s precisely because I hate it that I find so much joy in doing it. It’s a way of showing someone how much I care about them. I care about them enough to do something I didn’t particularly want to do and to enjoy doing it because I didn’t want to do it, but I did it anyway to make someone else happy because I hate it so much and I’ve spared them from having to clean their house. I think there’s more to it than that, but I can’t quite make the connection to the next part.

I guess it’s something I don’t see BDSM internet people talking about very much, although I don’t know why that’s the case. Do people think service-oriented BDSM is far less obviously sexy than sex-related BDSM? I find that odd, though, because (at least, for me) it’s emotionally satisfying in a different way to sex. I think it’s because I enjoy sex so much that it doesn’t feel like a selfless act, I don’t feel like I’m doing it for someone else, even when it’s only about them, but housework is different.

I love sex, and I very much want to have children soon, but if sex got banned tomorrow, I could quite happily live my live in a convent, because there would be plenty of chores and no major decisions to make, no huge responsibilities, every day would have structure and I could just focus on helping people. In fact, when I finally left home at 18, and I didn’t know where to go or what to do, I nearly joined a convent. I signed up for regular email updates from several different ones and I corresponded with a few nuns I knew, with the intent of joining after I finished my degree (so I could teach). I didn’t count on meeting my future husband in my final year of my degree. I still became a teacher, but I felt like I wasn’t making a difference, so I quit and was a housewife for a while, and suddenly I felt like my life had meaning and purpose.

I know, I know, I’m all back to front.

Okay, so it’s a bit convoluted. But so is spanking, if we get down to it. It’s all as complicated as any of us can make it, if we choose to overthink it, but at the end of the day, it’s as simple as this: it makes me happy to make someone else happy.

Love,
Katie xxxx