Yesterday was Daddy’s day off and always likes to spend that day with me now and yesterday was pamper day.
These days I struggle to shave my legs and pussy, the bending to do it has become agony, I have tried a hair removal cream but that only left me with a burnt section of skin and it didn’t really work. I had asked Master if he could do it, but the thought of shaving me gives him the shivers, he cringed, shivered and looked completely horrified. He’s terrified of cutting me or slicing a big strip of skin off down my leg, So I asked if he would mind if I asked Daddy, who had previously said he would do it, so Master agreed, and as I was seeing Daddy the following day. I did ask if we could play but Master said no, it was a school day so no, not tomorrow. Since we began this dynamic with Daddy and PiggyJ as I am now calling her, Daddy and I both have to ask permission from Master if we can play and what play was allowed.
I pouted a little but didn’t complain about his decision, it was his choice.
Plus it is that mad, crazy time of year where we have my in-laws 2 dogs, for nearly 3 weeks, whilst they go on holiday. They now have a 6 month old Jack Russell puppy, who is full of boisterous energy and madness, plus their 7 year old Lhasa Apso, so when Daddy was coming round, I didn’t know how they would react. When he arrived he automatically sat on the floor and said hello to all of them, playing ball with the pup before standing up and giving me a kiss and hug. Well lots of kisses lol.
We had a coffee then went upstairs for my pampering. I already had everything set up, a towel on the bed, puppy pads for the hopeful squirting, my favourite dildo, and massage oil. The razors, shower gel, wash cloth and bucket. I stripped off, then asked Daddy if he was stripping off, so he did, but left his socks on !!!!
Anyway, Daddy filled the bucket, as I lay on the bed.
At this point I had let the dogs come upstairs, they were okay for a bit then the pup started crying, wanting to get on the bed and just play with Daddy. I call him Daddy R to my dogs so they know who he is and Auntie J when J comes around. They already know Daddy R’s name. They were starting to get on my nerves with the barking and crying, it really is hard work with 4 dogs.
Meanwhile Daddy began shaving my legs, I wondered if it may be easier next time stood in the shower, with the shower running so he could wet my legs easily. I will mention it to Daddy next time. He lifted my leg to shave all around it, I noticed how gentle he uses the razor, Master was the same when he did my pussy once. I’m more firmer with it when I do it myself, pressing down harder.
But Daddy did a very good job with my legs, I never really felt sore, only when he moved my legs out sideways did it hurt a bit. But not enough to say anything.
Legs done he went on to do my pussy, I saw the concentration on his face as he worked around my rings. When he was done he asked me to check it over to see if it was okay. It was perfect.
After we cleaned up, I asked Daddy if he would like a bum massage, he said, Ooohhh yes please. So he settled on the towel on the bed, I climbed between his legs, warmed up the massage oil then began rubbing it over his bottom. Massaging him deeply, I worked down his legs, up his back, over his bum it was really nice. Just the scent of the oil turns me on, it’s such a sexy smell. I love massaging bottoms, sitting over their legs so your pussy slips around his legs, leaving behind a wet trial. Daddy was loving it, his deep sighs telling me so. But the dogs were driving us mad, barking and crying all the time.
Eventually I had enough so took the dogs downstairs, locked the babygate and closed the door, We would still hear the dogs barking but at least it would be quieter, or so I thought.
When I went back upstairs, Daddy asked if I would like a massage. Oh yes please, I told Daddy, climbing on the bed, lying on the towel. Daddy is very good at massages, not too hard. Just right, as he worked upwards, leaving my lower back as that can’t be touched, he massaged my shoulders really deeply, around my neck then down again. Working on my bum, I was aware that I was lifting my bum to meet his hands, and soon fingers massaged between my legs, then ventured into my hole. Pushing deeply, I cried out at the shock and desire as his thick fingers pushed harder. Daddy likes to go gently, feeling around softly, then suddenly begins thrusting aggressively, that word sounds wrong, but I couldn’t find a word that described his play. It’s a good aggressive, it makes you grow into an orgasm quickly, Biting the cushion, I feit my juices begin to explode. I closed my legs tight, even though I felt Daddy try to prize them open. “Get a mat Daddy,” I gasped, as Daddy found them, opened one up then, telling me to lift my bum up, he slipped a mat underneath. Giving me no time to breath, his fingers were there again and my orgasm exploded, I felt my squirt running over my pussy as I was lying on my front. Daddy bent down to do small gentle bites on my bum cheeks before kissing them. Reaching forward he kissed me whilst his fingers entered me again. His thrusts becoming harder and faster, I could feel my pussy bruising but in a good way, as thrust harder, faster until I almost screamed and squirted once more. This was an extreme, full blown orgasm, leaving me spent. Daddy told me to lift my bum to remove the mat. “Oh you did squirt, I wasn’t sure if you had coz you were the other way round.” He rolled me over onto my back, “Does my baby girl need more ?” He asked, I giggled and nodded, he opened another puppy pad, I lifted up and he slid it under me. Taking his glasses off, he buried his face in my pussy, sucking my clit, feeling it stretch, swell and his tongue tickled that special button, whatever he does, he does it fucking brilliantly. My orgasm began to grow, so he plunged fingers deep into my vagina, pushing his thumb into my ass. Stretching my hole with his thick fingers, tickling my insides until I felt myself cum. Quickly I heard the squelching noises of fingers grinding and thrusting whilst I squirted. I heard him chuckle, as he slowed down but left his fingers inside me. Watching me come down from yet another orgasm, I grinned at him.
Suddenly his fingers began thrusting again, totally unexpected, my pussy began to feel sore, yet suddenly I was floating, and I began squirting again. This time loads, I mean where does this come from. This was the fourth time in half and hour and yet this last go, I squirted an squirted and squirted. I heard Daddy say Jeez, when I was still going, it made me giggle but it made me feel amazing. I lay collapsed on the bed, totally exhausted. “Does my baby girl want anymore?” He asked. “NO, No yet.” I said.”Lift your bum then,” Daddy folded the pad and put it on the floor. He climbed up towards me, giving me a kiss, well lots of kisses, a few tiny nibbles on my neck and lot of cuddling. “ Would you like a blowjob Daddy ?” I asked. “Oh yes.” He replied quickly.
The dogs at this point were barking, howling so loud, it was difficult to ignore them. Now Master had told me that when I went to give Daddy a blowjob, I was to go on the side of Daddy so he could watch through the camera. But to get comfy I put one arm between his legs, not realising that would block the camera.
Daddy lay back, a huge groan left his mouth as I first started to uck him. I was conscious of not hurting him, like I did when I tried the week before. His PA is certainly taking its time to heal but better to be careful. I was enjoying doing it, asking often if it was okay, I tried pulling the ring with my teeth, only gently for now, then nibbled his head. I knew Daddy was enjoying it, just by his groans, but then the groans changed, it sounded more painful ouches. I stopped, asking him if it was okay or was it stinging, he said he would have to stop, the stinging was too painful. I asked if he would like me to continue with my hand, and he said please yes. So I wanked him off, slow then quick, rubbing my fingers over his head, I carefully played with the PA, conscious of the sore area. But he was already really excited so didn’t take long before Daddy was groaning really loudly, sometimes I wasn’t sure if it was a loving it groan, or a painful groan, so I quickly asked, only to be told, oh yes. It didn’t take long before Daddy began groaning louder, more excited before his cum flew out, over my hand and him. Since he had a vasectomy years ago, the amount of his cum has halved but there was still plenty there. We cleaned up quickly, as the dogs were driving us mad, howling and barking we decided to go out for lunch.
Leaving the terrible foursome we left for town, Daddy wanted a jumper and I wanted to buy him some sexy hipster boxer shorts as I realised one day that Daddy wore these awful briefs or some shops call them slips. Well either way, they had to go, after a discussion with PiggyJ, she told me she didn’t like them either, so us girls decided they had to go. Whilst I was driving around looking for a parking space, we got on to the subject of when we went to Windermere, and he felt to blame for my back being really bad but I kept telling him it was just my back. Daddy insisted it was due to me walking up the very steep hill to go shopping, saying he should have moved the car. This “discussion” went on a while, whilst I protested that I could climb the hill to Daddy telling me I was to do as I’m told. This got me feeling really bratty, so continued to argue, “Little girl you will do as you are told, and you can carry on pouting, but if you’re still pouting when you’ve parked the car, then when you get out, I will lift your dress and slap your arse really hard.” Daddy threatened and I knew he would do it.
I know him well enough to know he would not care what people thought, he would just do it. So I sulked inwardly, went to Primark for the clothes then went back to the car.
The conversation changed as we headed to our favourite pub for lunch, I stopped sulking though still wanted to talk about it. We had a lovely meal, I had my usual, Cajun rump steak skewers, and I thought Daddy would have his but he fancied a change, What was lovely was when we were shown to our table, Daddy said, “The lady will have a fresh orange juice and lemonade and I will have a coke please.” He saw that I was sat down comfortably before he sat down, then studied the menu, choosing what he fancied. When the waiter came back with the drinks, “We are ready to order, the lady will have the Cajun rump steak skewers, cooked medium rare and I will have the mixed grill, the steak rare please.” Daddy told him, I then added “Could I have chunky chips instead of the fries.” The waiter said that was fine, so we chatted until our meal arrived, which as usual was pretty yummie. We couldn’t leave without the best pudding ever, red velvet white chocolate cheesecake. It was delicious.
It was time to head home, Daddy told me he had a punishment to dish out to his little girl. It should have been 5 swats with his belt for swearing, but he confessed in the car, he forgot his belt. I said well look through our toy drawer and choose something else. We decided to go straight upstairs, Daddy went into the toy drawer, digging out the wooden hairbrush, my rubber hairbrush, then told me to get naked. We set the camera up so we could record it and send it to the SpankingTuube and Fetlife, I told Daddy to be in charge of the camera, moving it forward if needed.
“Right we don’t need to discuss why you are getting punished do we, you now I won’t allow you to swear, you are my little girl and my little girl will not swear. So over my knee, get yourself comfy.”
Daddy ordered. I bent over one knee, my top half rested on the bed, his other leg automatically locked my legs in place.
There was little warm-up, squeezing my cheeks before he took my hairbrush, asking how many swats I had coming, 5 I told him. No it was 50, he said. I tried sitting up, No you said 5. I stated. Hm 5 on each cheek. He said. No you said just 5, I told him.
Okay 5 it is, Daddy said. Rubbing the brush over my cheeks, he lifted it and walloped one cheek. The burn and sting was unbelievable, I bit my tongue to stop me swearing. Another shocking swat and I tried sitting upright but he pushed me back on the bed, held my legs tighter as he continued up to 5.
“Right that’s your punishment over, would you like a fun spanking ?” He asked whilst rubbing and squeezing my bum.
“Yes please Daddy,” I replied.
So Daddy began with his hard hands, walloping me very hard, then used both brushes, going as hard as he had for my punishment. Fingers delved into both available holes, but just as I reached a high, he stopped and carried on. He repeatedly asked me if I was okay, I always replied yes. This could carry one for hours, I was loving it. Though it was really powerful slaps, and hurt I wanted more. Fingers delved once more, in my ass, my pussy, stretching me which was very painful. I wriggled a bit when he began with the brushes again, pushing my body down again. I’m not sure how long it went on for but I also had a pretty wild orgasm too. Daddy was really enjoying himself for his second go, and for the person who said I don’t think I could spank you, he now uses any excuse to spank me. It was really really good.
Now there was one point or maybe 2 that PiggyJ and I both said afterwards. That was you can’t mix a punishment with a fun spanking as it all rolled into one. If there was a punishment due, it should be done first thing, get it out of the way, then the fun play can be done later in the day.
Plus if the punishment was 5 with a belt then he should not forget the belt, or choose an appropriate toy to replace the belt, which we have plenty, a leather strap, the lash, leather whip or even the awful CPS. Something that is a similar toy. Both of us girls felt the brush wasn’t a good exchange. PiggyJ said to Daddy when he got home, “Would Master choose the brush if he forgot his belt ? not that he would forget.” Daddy thought about it and agreed, And now understood that punishment and play should be separate.
But we had another lovely day, after our play, we went downstairs, made a coffee whilst Daddy went through the maths I was stuck on. But even he didn’t understand them. He looked through the book and told me to forget that one, he would buy some more. I want to ask Master if he would help me but he has a tendency to skitt my learning maths, saying how old are you ? i’m 49, I say, And you’re doing aged 7-8 year old maths. I get really pissed off at this, Saying you should be proud of the fact I want to learn some maths when you know how much numbers make me freak out. So I will choose a time when I think he will help me without making me feel stupid, but I don’t want to throw the book away, it’s beaten me then.
Daddy’s day off is Saturday this week, so we are planning on making it a day altogether. I think Daddy wants to take me to the cinema and I’m having a nice hot bath to soothe my back. Unfortunately we can’t stay over because we still have the dogs until Monday, leaving them for the day will be hard enough for E as the pup howls the entire time I’m out. But it will be nice having the day altogether. PiggyJ is cooking dinner for us and Daddy is making a cheesecake, so I’m betting it will be yummie.