My day with Miss Adira.

A day with Miss Adira.

I always look forward to spending the day with Daddy or Miss Adira, usually we have stuff planned but my back has been so bad and I’m still getting at the most 2 hours of sleep a night, I don’t have much energy to really enjoy being with them.

Last Saturday I went to the cinema with Daddy, watched the first 10 minutes, then fell asleep, only to wake up to see the ending.

A few days ago, Miss Adira said if your back is okay, we could go to the park, and have lunch in the cafe there. And the weather was really nice this morning, so I was hopeful we could go.

But my back was pooped. Yesterday I ended up at my Mums, a physiotherapist came to see her, and was asking what equipment Mum needed in the house. Dad wasn’t sure so phoned me, I ended up going round. After the physio had gone I stayed whilst Mum and Dad had lunch, I’d already had mine, then Dad asked if I could stay for longer, so he could go shopping. I said yes, so sat and watched TV with Mum.

(Quick recap if you don’t know, Mum has just spent 6 weeks in hospital, had a pacemaker fitted, then 2 weeks in a respite care home until the staff had a care plan sorted for her. When and what do we want the carers to do for her at home. Her dementia/alzheimers has progressed quite a bit understandably so, and has been very confused, as we counted up that she had been in 12 different beds around the hospital and care home. Me and Dad have been at the hospital every day for 5~6 hours a day, and its played hell on my body. Having come close to having a breakdown, I phoned my useless, selfish brother, telling him, me and Dad need him to actually do something and visit Mum, so me and Dad can have a rest. I was worried about my 84 yr old Dad doing too much, he was worried about me doing too much and my back not coping. Master, Daddy and Miss Adira have been worried sick about me, saying I’m doing too much. But I can’t expect Dad to cope on his own. I just can’t do that. But Master pointed out that it was affecting us/our family. I can’t move by the time I’m home, I’m falling asleep at 5pm, so having no time to do general housework, shopping, even my dogs have missed having me home and are acting up for attention. Anyway, now Mum’s home, the carers lovely, Dad looks less stressed, I think I can start to relax a bit. I’m still driving them to hospital trips etcs, we’ve found if Dad isn’t stressed coz he’s not driving, then Mum doesn’t have a tantrum. But as Master pointed out, I shouldn’t be driving their manual car because it affects my back. A 10 minute trip I could just about cope with but nothing more. So I’m going to look into these ambulance taxis for them)

So back to the real reason for my blog. Where was I up to……..

Ahh yes, going to the park today with Miss Adira. But no, it didn’t happen. Master said early this morning, if my back was ok then yes, but going how I struggled walking to the car from Dad’s to walking to our house once home, the chances were slim. Daddy asked how I was, I said sore enough to have a diazepam, he immediately said you’re not going to the park then. So I was gutted.

So Miss Adira came round in her more leisurely clothes, she knew she wasn’t going to be spanking me today, maintenance or the awaiting punishment still due. She likes to be dressed appropriately when spanking me.

We had a coffee, Miss Adira had to spend time with the dogs, then we drove to Subway to buy lunch, came back home, got naked and had lunch on the bed, the dogs were given a chew so they were happy on the bed too. Once a very nice lunch was scoffed, Miss Adira went under the throw covering the bed, I was still munching my crisps. Dave snuggled up next to Miss Adira, taking up my space, which made us giggle. I told him Miss Adira was my Mistress not his, she was Mummy J to Dave and Muffin.

I finished my lunch, ( I’m a slow eater ) tidied everything away, then tried to snuggle next to MIss Adira. I asked Dave to move, which he did by about 10 cm. Making us both giggle again. Eventually he moved down the bed, so I could snuggle into Miss Adira, my cuddily was with me and we continued to watch a 4 part series which she had read about, called When They See Us.

I was stroking her sexy boobs, playing with her nipples more than I did last week, just enjoying being together when I started to fall asleep. I heard myself snoring on and off, still stroking her, I thought I was just doing this all the time, I thought I’d been watching the TV, stroking her, just occasionally thinking I must have nodded off, snored and woke up again. I’d fed Miss Adira some chocolate buttons, having some myself, But no, apparently I was asleep, only waking when I snored so loudly it woke me up, then I continued stroking her. I missed 3 of the 4 part series.

I feel really guilty though, Miss Adira didn’t come round for me to just fall asleep on her, she said she didn’t mind and knew I needed to catch up on sleep and rest my back. So that was it, our exciting day together. I never played with her properly, never even snogged her today, I feel like I’ve let her down a bit, not giving her the attention she deserves. We never even did my mock tests for my homework. And the worst thing is I still feel really tired and though she said I could go to bed at my normal time now as I’d had a nap, I think I will be going to bed soon.

And swearing yet again.

So Monday was a very bad day for me, I spent the day with mum and Dad, it was Dad’s birthday so we went for lunch. It was a lovely day, but ended a bit upsetting. Mum’s dementia switch went off, she went from being Mum to this stranger in Mum’s body, claiming I was in a mood with her and was giving her filthy looks. All nonsense, but to her it seemed real. It seems unfair to go and leave Dad to cope with Mum, but past experience has shown, it’s best to go, if she’s having a tantrum about me. Dad can calm her down better.

I always think I’ve accepted that Mum has Dementia and Alzheimer’s, but when the stranger appears, and vile, horrible things start coming out of Mum’s mouth, it affects me deeply. By the time I got home and told Master it really had upset me.

Master says I need to just let these comments pass over my head, but it’s hard to do that. He thinks until I can do that, every time Mum changes it will upset me. I guess I think he’s right, but it’s easier said than done when it’s someone so close to you.

Emotions and tiredness turned me into a moody brat. And instead of taking it out on Master, I took it out on Daddy, Master wasn’t well so it didn’t seem a very nice thing to do to him. But it wasn’t nice for Daddy either.

But he’s now experienced my grumpy moodiness when I’m tired. And my potty mouth also comes out.

Daddy asked what I said, I told him, Dave’s done a shit in the front garden. (That’s one of the dogs.)

Daddy laughed but then reeled off a whole load of other things I could have said, that didn’t include a swear word. This got me truly pissed off. I told him that I imagined he would say a whole selection of naughty words, had it been him, could I say those words. Knowing of course I couldn’t. Daddy firmly told me that his little girl would not use bad language. I said I was having an early night before any more words came out as I could feel a huge major brat attack coming on. I then told him I was not hacked off with him, tiredness, grumpiness and Mum is not a good mix.

I said I refused to reply to him, in case any BAD WORDS COME OUT.

His reply came quickly, LITTLE MINXS YOU NO BETTER. GO TO BED, NO TV.

Sending me to bed, no TV, “Master, can Daddy do this?” “Is it in your rules?” He asked, “No don’t think so.” I told him. “Then it needs to be in the rules, outlining any punishment he may want to give you.”

 

From here I’ve done something a bit naughty. Daddy video called when he got home from work today, Thursday, he said I looked absolutely shattered and needed an early night. I said I was, I was struggling to write my blog, so he told me to put it away until tomorrow. But I wanted it done today, so as soon as I hung up from Daddy, I continued to write it. Then tomorrow I’ve just got to work on my maths to catch up on. Thats 12 pages from last Sunday until tomorrow. Daddy said to do 4 pages tomorrow then every day do an extra page until I’m up to date but I would like to get them done. If I can. I’ve only got the blog from yesterday with Daddy to catch up on. I hate being so late writing my blogs. Oh and I’ve got to post photos too. Anyway let’s continue in secret to write the blog. Secret, why on earth did I put that, I know full well he reads them all. Oh well I could write it then post it tomorrow but I’d only end up admitting what I’ve done so let’s just finish it off.

 

Now this is where nice kind Daddy needs to stand firm and not allow me to act this way, no matter the reason or excuse.

Daddy apologised for being narky, he just doesn’t want me to use bad words. But Daddy said he needs to understand when you’ve had a poo day, I told him then, poo day or not, I should NOT take it out on him, I wouldn’t take it out on Master, I would just go to bed. It’s showing respect to Master and you, not disrespecting you both by taking my mood out on them..

Anyway, that night I had an early night, but had a terrible nights sleep again. After a week of little sleep, I’m not the best slave / little at all.

Tuesday morning, Daddy checked in on me to see if I was in a better mood and more importantly, did I get a good sleep. I said my mood was slightly better but I had another bad night.

“Right well your punishment for swearing yesterday is I want you to suck on a bar of soap for 3 minutes and video it.” He messaged me.

“Right Daddy, well I’ve sworn twice more so do I just add another 2 minutes to it.” I asked moodily.

“Yes please Little Minxs.” Daddy told me.

So whilst doing Daddy’s lines I did my soaping too.

Now the punishment did state I was to suck on a soapy bar of soap.  I ran the soap under the tap until it went softer and a little soapy. By the time I was ready to video it, the soap was drier and the soapy bubbles had all gone. But it had been soapy.

I placed it in my mouth, my tongue was up and held it there until the time was up, which was fine, until J watched the video.  She said to Daddy, “Have you watched the video yet ?” “No, I’ve not yet, why ?” Daddy asked her. “Little Minxs is not sucking on the soap, she’s just holding it between her teeth.” J told him. “Let me see,” Daddy said, watching the video. “The cheeky Little Minxs.”

On the Wednesday when we were together, Daddy told me about the soaping, telling me that J spotted it. Well I couldn’t hide my amusement, I giggled the entire time he told me I’d been caught out. Such a brat. LOL

I tried to convince him that he had not said suck on a bar of soap but he wasn’t falling for it. Next time I will be more specific.

If Master said a mouth soaping, this would mean rubbing the soap along my teeth top and bottom, inside and outside teeth, rub insides of both cheeks and rub over tongue then hold soap in your mouth with your tongue down.

So Daddy said, “Don’t you worry Little Minxs, I know what you’re going to do. You’re going to cut a cube of soap off, and SUCK ON IT until it has gone.”

“Yeah yeah, okay.” I said, like that’s gonna happen. God, I’m gonna regret saying this aren’t I.

Another punishment he will give me will be an ice cold shower when either he or Master is home to ensure it goes on ice cold. Somehow he doesn’t trust I will do my punishment properly.

Me,  Daddy !!!!!!!!!!   Of course I will. ( My feet were crossed writing this down, so technically it’s not a fib. )

So now I think I’m up to date with the blogs, except for our day together yesterday when we visited my favourite piercer, and went to 3 other places too. But we had a lovely day. I’ll will fill you in on that one tomorrow. Don’t think I’ve sworn in this blog, I have reread it about 4 times to be sure, but not sure if I swear in the blogs, if that’s okay or not. I need to find out and it should be in the rules, one way or the other.

The dynamic is still only new so it’s quite normal to be adding onto the rules or putting more detail in. Maybe it’s something we should do together, I think I will suggest that. Anyway, it’s nearly 7.30pm, Daddy told me to get an early night so I think I’m going to go up in a minute. Least I’ve done that bit right then. Master is away til tomorrow and who knows where E is, as usual I’ve had no message to say he’s going out. More words will be said about this. Anyway, nightie night all of you kinky F*****s, enjoy your evening.