First major tantrum with Miss Adira.

My first drunken disobedient strop/tantrum with Miss Adira, whilst on our naturist holiday.

In the morning Master and Daddy went to Tesco to stock up on essentials, food, treats and most important booze. We had limited space in the car so could only bring food for one day. Miss Adira and I went for a walk through the fields and woods until we came across one of the ponds. There are lovely pathways all around their land for us naturists to enjoy. A couple of public footpaths were marked off, warning naturists that people may get offended by seeing naked people about so they were avoided. But having found one of the ponds we sat there and chatted. Mostly it was about how we’ve messed up on something so received a punishment or how Miss Adira may write things in a text message only to delete it, saying it’s not worth the risk. Whereas I would just press send coz I was peeved off. We were both very stubborn and pig headed neither of us willing to back down or not have the final say. So far Miss Adira and I had not been in this dilemma, she and Daddy had warned me that I did not want to get on her bad side when our dynamic began because I would not win. I think in my stupid naive head, I believed she wasn’t as bad as they made out. Daddy always said Miss Adira would have me crying within minutes, just by what she has said as she was very clever with her words, again the bratty stubborn side of me really didn’t believe she was that bad. My sensible head believed she was.

So back to our holiday.

Having been drinking wine since lunchtime, I was getting very merry. I’m a bit odd, in the way that if I had wine in a glass, I would drink very very slowly, not really enjoying it, probably only having a quarter of the glass before chucking it out. Now since I became Daddy’s ‘little’ and he puts wine in my sippy cup I drink very quickly and it tastes really nice. Told you I was a bit odd. Before holidays I bought Miss Adira and I some plastic cups with lids and straws as you can’t take proper glasses to the sunroom or hottub. These cups you can put in the freezer to keep your drinks colder for longer.  And I drank wine very quickly out of these cups.

On Wednesday after Master and Daddy had purchased more alcohol I had drunk rather a lot, feeling very merry, well a little bit……no I was pissed. I was enjoying the hottub then floating in the pool. Messing about in the hottub I splashed water over Miss Adira’s face. “I think someone may be getting a spanking for that”, she told me. So what do I do…..yep I do it again, not once but twice. Daddy had a look of sheer shock and horror as he knew she did not like water on her face. “I will meet you upstairs when you come back,” she told me. Being rather drunk I dismissed the comment. When she left Daddy asked me if I had a death wish because he would never, ever splash water on her face coz she would go mental. I didn’t really believe she would be that annoyed by it. Anyway we left the hottub and went to the pool, I was enjoying just floating in the water, holding one of those noodle float things under my head, my body just naturally floated, and for once, my back wasn’t hurting. So I just floated for a long time. Daddy wanted to go back so I told him I was staying in, so he left but he quickly returned because Master had told him, he should not have left his drunken ‘little’ in the pool by herself. Though I kept telling him to go, he said no, and sat in the chair watching me float.

When we eventually returned Miss Adira was there, looking stern, telling me to go to her bedroom. I just flatly said No, I want a shower first. After a few No’s I went to the shower. Miss Adira followed with the hairbrush in her hand. “That’s okay, I wanted to see how it was to spank you when you’re wet. Turn around.” she told me, standing in the doorway of the shower. “No,” I told her, deliberately facing her, over and over and over she told me to turn around, I kept stubbornly saying No. She whacked me a few times with the hairbrush, boobs and sides of my legs were perfect targets but still I refused to turn around.

Writing this now, the following morning, I’m shocked at how I reacted, I’d never do that to any of them if I was sober.

I kept saying, I need to wash my hair, I need to put conditioner on it, I need to wash the chlorine off my body, any excuse to stay in the shower, hoping she would just go. But as she told me many times, she would be there all night if necessary. So I washed myself all the time facing her.

Then the standoff began. Turn around, no. The shower was turned to cold, I turned it to hot again. The shower was turned off, I turned it back on again. I’ve no idea how long we were in there or how many times the shower was altered, but my stubbornness was getting worse and refused to leave. The final time, Miss Adira turned the shower off with a warning not to turn it on, the tone of her voice warned me not to.

After a while I just plonked myself on the floor in the corner, Miss Adira was really pissed off by now. Daddy had made dinner, telling us it was on the table, “Just leave it there,” she called to him then closed the bathroom door and sat in the shower.

Seriously stern lectures followed then, those awful words followed, ‘I’m disrespecting her,’ I told her I wasn’t but deep down I knew I was being very disrespectful. “You wouldn’t do this for Master or Daddy would you?” she asked. “Not anymore no,” I replied. Then eventually my emotions took over, those 3 words were always enough to make my stubbornness dissolve and tears start flowing.

Eventually Miss Adira persuaded me to get up, having had a long chat, I didn’t want to see the boys, I didn’t want to have my dinner, I just wanted to go to bed, but I wasn’t allowed, I had to have my dinner, then I could go to bed. But first we headed to the other loft and had snuggles in bed. I was still upset, and felt embarrassed seeing the boys so Miss Adira said we would have dinner in there, she brought the plates of food in, warmed them up in the microwave then we sat down. She made sure I’d taken my medication and also made sure I ate. If I started just playing with my food she told me off, until I’d eaten half of it.

Miss Adira wanted me to go upstairs and watch a film but I said I really didn’t want to. She knew it was because I felt embarrassed, ashamed, guilty and stupid, well I felt stupid, Miss Adira didn’t think that. Anyway she allowed me to go to bed, gave me my kindle and tucked me in. Giving me a kiss she left me to it, where I lay for a while before finally reading my book. I gave up after a few pages though, nothing would stay in my head and I was still feeling guilty about what happened.

I hadn’t realised but apparently I had fallen asleep, the others heard me snoring from upstairs in the annex.  But as usual I woke up so I read my kindle. Miss Adira popped her head through the door and found me awake, she gave me a hug, asking if I was okay, that’s when I found out I’d been asleep.

In the morning I went to see Miss Adira, we had a cuddle and I sat at the table for a while talking. We were all going to the pool but she said she was happy colouring inside so I went with the boys. Later on I sent her an apology text, saying I was drunk but not that drunk where I didn’t know what I was doing. She replied saying she appreciated the text message, the apology, the explanation but it was all forgotten with now, no further punishments were needed as she had got the desired result, (me crying feeling terribly guilty). She said we both knew there would be a time where this would happen because we were so alike and she knew from her experience that I would test her to this point to see what would happen.

So what have I learnt from this……..I will never win when I’m being disrespectful, stubborn or just flatly being really naughty……..I will never splash water in Miss Adiras face again……I never want to be in that position again, hear those words, see the disappointment in her face.

But as she had said before, it will happen again at some point because we are both so stubborn and pig headed and we would both test and push our Doms/Domme just out of pure devilment. But I hope I don’t test her again for quite some time.

One thing I know for certain is I never want to see the look of disappointment, upset, crossness, (is that a word, oh well it is now) on her face or hear her say I’m disrespecting her or wondering if I really did want this dynamic ever again. Those 2 things hurt me so much more than any severe spanking I’ve ever been given.

Bit of a bad week.

Not a good week.

At the start of the new year, Daddy wanted to go over the rules, seeing if he wanted any changes. There weren’t many, my lines have gone from 50 to 150 every day, and all photos of my lines, my maths, selfie and naughty selfie HAS to be sent before 10am.

Everything else was the same, but he said he would be clamping down on any bratty behaviour, even the tiniest thing.

The brat in me will have to check this out and see if Daddy means this. You know I love being a bit bratty.

On 5th Jan, I was 15 minutes late sending Daddy my tasks.

Daddy told me I had to do double lines in different rainbow colours the next day, 6th Jan.

I was really tired and knew that the lines were not really neat.

So 7th Jan I was told to repeat them again, and make sure I was not making up sentences this time. Apparently I was writing Master instead of Daddy in the sentence.

Tues 8th Jan, my back was awful, I think the mix of December being such a busy time, life in general with my back and then a very nice play on the Monday. I was in agony and could barely walk. So I was told NOT to do anything, rest only. And Daddy was deadly serious about this. But I didn’t break his rule, piles of laundry boxes were in the kitchen waiting to be washed but they would just have to stay there. I went to bed for most of the day, hot water bottles and diazepam were keeping me company.

Wed 9th, my back was no better. I tried to discuss the do nothing rule but Daddy said there was nothing to discuss. I had been blogging in the morning and forgot to send my tasks, I ended up being 14 minutes late again. I also had to admit I swore when writing a message to PiggyJ and said the poo word when I nearly tripped over and headbutted the corner of E’s wardrobe when I was sorting out food for the cat. She lives in his room, her food is kept on the windowsill and he has his arm weights on the floor at the bottom end of his bed, which is the only area you can walk to reach the windowsill.

I had to go to bed at 7pm, plus Daddy had Master put 2 spoons of rice into a container and I had to count them to see how many there were. And do double lines again in rainbow colours. Plus the following day I had to send a selfie every hour from the time I got up to the time I go to bed. He wanted some happy smiling faces and naked selfies too. (Master heard this and suggested I draw smiling faces on my body to send to him as well.) I intend to set a timer for every hour so throughout the day, I would send a picture. Having done this many times for Master, I now take all of them, plus some extras, in one go. So I will set up my selfie stick and wander around taking different shots. PiggyJ told me to set my alarm to go off every morning before your due to send the tasks, just to remind me, so I’ve done this too.

Thurs 9th was a busy day, with double lines, doing the selfies, my back was a little better so I was allowed to do some laundry, but that’s it. I was really tired and as usual became bratty tired Little Minxs. By the end of the day, I was sent to bed at 7pm, I could watch TV until 8pm, but only BBC 1 OR 2, then read a book. NO ELECTRONICS, I have no books, they are all on my kindle, so i found one in E’s room. But when it came to reading it, I couldn’t see the writing. The font on my kindle is bigger, so I tried using my flashlight to help, my magnifying glass was downstairs. I gave up and went to sleep just after 8.

Yesterday, I remembered my tasks, PiggyJ was coming for the day, we should have been going to the cinema but we all thought it wasn’t a good idea, walking to cinema from car park, climbing the stairs, the film was on for 2 hours, so may need to go for a wee during the film, so we decided if I felt okay, we would go for lunch. Master said he would see if he could come along and have a proper lunch time away from the computer but unfortunately he was mad busy as usual. But PiggyJ and I had a great time, chatted bout the boys, kids, everything. It’s so easy to just chat with her, any quiet moments were just natural. We enjoyed our lunch, but had no pudding, that was PiggyJ’s suggestion now we are all getting into healthy eating again. Back home we had a cuppa then PiggyJ had to leave to pick Daddy up from work.

I must admit I was really tired when PiggyJ left, but it came out as a bit bratty. When I pulled a face at Daddy he told me to take my phone and go outside, walk to the other end of the garden, put the phone somewhere where I could see him and then do 5 minute timeout facing the fence with my hands on my head. There was something else I did, can’t remember what, but Daddy said I was banned from drinking alcohol on Saturday when we go round to theirs. I’m not allowed to play either but not because I’ve been naughty, just because I will make my back even worse as I do grind/move around a lot during play.

I went to bed early, fell asleep not long after 8pm. Hopefully next week I will be a good girl all week. Or maybe not lol.

Friday, Daddy got banned from sexy fun for 6 weeks too.

Friday’s blog.

Daddy’s now on a 6 week any sexy play ban.

 

When Daddy set my 6 week spanking ban, he never thought he would have to ask and check with Master that this was okay and would Master reinforce the ban too. I must admit I hadn’t given it a thought either.

Now I fully understand that first and foremost I belong to Master, and if there was to be a ban to be made then Master should be told the reason why, then asked if it was okay if Master reinforced the ban at home.

But it’s easy to think of this after the fact.

I didn’t and neither did Daddy.

So yesterday when Master came home from work, I could tell he was in the mood for some fun. His hands were wandering and he snuggled my neck. He was sat on his seat, trying to find space for all the remote controls, and he was dropping everything.

He always sits by the windowsill, has the bigger table in the room and has his foot stool to put stuff on.

Then he was trying to find space for some sweets he wanted to open.

I said, “Hang on a minute, before you drop your sweets, let’s decide what’s happening to the sweets that are already open. Are you eating the rest of these Bertie Bassetts ?    No. What about these 2 half packs of Haribo ? Don’t like the ones with the white on it. Okay, I will eat them, the Bassetts can go in the bin then. What about the rest of this stick of rock ?      No don’t like that flavour. Okay, Well let’s make things a bit better and throw the rubbish out, put these sweets in a container then look….. It’s tidier.” Apparently I was being very sarcastic and I needed to remember my place, as Master grabbed the hairbrush, going to grab me, I put my hands up, saying I was on a no spanking ban. “Not with me you’re not, no one asked me,” Master told me, as he threw me over his knee, grabbed my dress and held me down with one hand, the other hand spanking me 8-10 times, all the time lecturing me on how to speak to him. Finally I apologised the correct way so he let my squirming body go.

I went back to my chair messaging Daddy, telling him to message Master as he doesn’t think it includes him in the spanking ban.

A few minutes later Daddy messaged me, saying, I’ve been put on a sexy playing ban until 1st December. Master said because I hadn’t asked for him to be included in the spanking ban first, he has put me on a sexy play ban with you, PiggyJ and himself but has kindly honoured my request not to spank you until 1st December but I’m not allowed to play with anyone until 1st December.

No play, plus no spankings until December 1st, This was Daddy’s fault now we’ve no play. That was my bratty side thinking this. But Daddy said “Well you can play with Master and PiggyJ, I will be just sat in the corner watching.”

“Well it’s over with now, we can’t turn the clock back,” I said. “It’s just gonna be a long 6 weeks.” Daddy said, “Yeah it will, but PiggyJ is mad about it too coz it’s a punishment for her too as I can’t play with her.”
Oh “Fudge cake” I thought, Daddy has 2 weekends off in November, and we are going to see Daddy and PiggyJ for both those weekends. Damn and Blast It.

 

Feeling still depressed at these bans, I said my goodnight message to Daddy. Deciding to pull on his heartstrings because I was basically blaming him for what happened, I mean if he hadn’t done the spanking ban, we now wouldn’t have the playing ban too. Obviously it had nothing to do with me rolling my eyes and swearing. I’ve decided to share what I said.

We are going to have a pretty boring 6 weeks between the 2 of us really, lessons will be learnt, I suppose as Master would say,      Maybe we could do a jigsaw, play frustration, Connect 4, I’m good at Connect 4, bet you’re not. Good excuse for you to mark my maths homework too, you can go through all my maths instead of just marking them. But Saturday and Sunday with no play, no spanking,     we could do some baking, I can help Daddy make me a cheesecake, apparently I’ve still gotta wear my waitress outfit, so I suppose I can still serve you, get drinks or food for you though nothing sexual or spankie, I knew this 6 week spanking ban wouldn’t go down well. Shocking, it’s just shocking. Anyway, I’m going to bed, least I can read my book bout spanking, watch the videos and just wishful thinking.      Anyway, yeah we can just play some of C’s games, in me waitress outfit, serving you drinks. Wonder if I’m allowed to give you a massage or does that come under sexy fun, I will ask Master, Anyway, I’m gonna watch SpankingTube instead. It’s gonna be a long 6 weeks though. See of you hadn’t done this 6 week spanking bam, none of this wudda happened, so I’m blaming you, it’s got nothing to do with me.So I’m going to bed before I say something I shouldn’t do, coz I’m sulking now.

Daddy thought my message was hilarious, playing it to PiggyJ, “She’s pulling on your heartstrings again, making you feel guilty for punishing her.” PiggyJ told him. “Oh I know exactly what she’s doing.” Daddy told her.

I earned myself another set of lines !!!!!

And massaging comes under sexy fun, so no massages, Master told me.

The following morning Daddy decided to get his own back from my night night video, making out he was really upset bout the message I left, he felt very guilty about what happened and was very very sorry. I replied that he shouldn’t feel guilty, it is what it is and lessons have been learnt. I was only pulling on your heartstrings.

Daddy video called me then, laughing, telling me he just got his own back.

Mmmmmm I will try harder next time I said. Oh no you won’t little girl, I’m fully aware of what you try and do, I can promise you, it won’t happen again.” He told me.

So my punishment got changed, I still have to do extra lines for forgetting to send my lines yesterday, but now I have to write them backwards for pulling on Daddy’s heartstrings.

Master set his punishment for not sending his lines, write his lines in reverse tomorrow.

So in the morning, I’m going to have to really concentrate writing my lines, so I do them properly.

 

Saturday.

So far this morning I have written Masters reverse order lines, done my maths and I’ve nearly completed the first set of Daddy’s lines, but needed a break coz my eyes were going funny so I decided to finish this blog, though it hasn’t helped my eyes from blurring, but I will continue in a bit. I want to do them properly.

Been in trouble a lot this week.

Been in trouble a lot this week, and it’s only Wednesday.

I’ve not felt too great this week, hot flushes day and night, more exhausted than normal, very snappy and irritable, If I wasn’t on the contraceptive pill that makes me have no periods, I would swear it’s PMT. But I’ve finally made an appointment to see the Dr as I do think I’m in the menopause now. The flushes day and night are ridiculous, almost as soon as I get dressed, I’m dripping wet again so much I feel I should get another shower and put fresh clothes on. Never mind my mood swings.

Daddy has seen my mood swings a lot this week, snapping, irritated, emotional, the whole shebang.

I’ve sworn once, so had to write 100 lines extra yesterday but then I swore again so I said, “I presume you want me to do another 100 lines.” He never said yes but he never said no, so I thought that meant do it. But apparently whilst on video chat with him, he said “ You chose to do an extra 100 lines, I never said do them. So if I haven’t said do it, then you don’t them.” My mood began to grow, he began asking have I written any of my book, I was very very close to telling him “No, I’ve “fudging” not as I’ve had no time.” Instead I gave a very grumpy “No I haven’t.” in a very moody, irritable voice. He told me off for speaking disrespectfully and do not go and roll your eyes at me again. This got my mood worse, “Well I did it twice yesterday and you never even noticed, “ I snapped at him. “Eh when ?” He asked, “I thought you may have rolled your eyes when you sent me your night night video but I thought it was just you being tired. Oh yeah, you messaged me, telling me that you weren’t really rolling your eyes, when you were.”  I grinned at him and began giggling. “Don’t you start giggling at me young lady, what have I said bout rolling your eyes?” He asked. “You never even noticed so you can’t say nothing,” I pouted, folding my arms, huffing. “That’s got nothing to do with it, you’ve been told not to do it, Oh why do you do this, right you’re on a no fun spanking ban for one month.”
I stared at him in disbelief, “No fun spanking………..you do know that’s giving yourself a punishment, coz you love to spank me so you’re just denying yourself.”

 

You know I’m a total brat, no matter what the punishment is, I will try to get out of it and with Daddy it’s quite easy, I couldn’t do this with Master.

 

Daddy thought for a minute, “Oh, yeah, I never thought about that. I will think of something else.”  Over the next hour Daddy set one punishment, then changed his mind when I moaned, and again. Eventually he said do two pages of my maths book. Meanwhile I messaged PiggyJ, explaining what had happened, “He can’t set a punishment then change his mind coz you complained. He knows you will be a brat about it.” We chatted for a while, talking about other things I can do to entertain him, at the end of the day I am there to serve Daddy. PiggyJ said “You could spend the evening serving Daddy, serving Master and me, do massages, use you as a table or footstool. So Daddy is having fun with you. He could spank you his way, whether you cry, complain coz he’s having fun. He can f**k you roughly, so it’s not as nice for you. He can do deep throating coz he knows you don’t like it, breast spanking coz that’s another thing you don’t like, pussy spanking, ass hole spanking. Breast and pussy torture. There are many things he could do with you then.” We chatted for a bit longer then I let her continue working. Instead she video called Daddy, going through the same things we had talked about. But at the end of the day, he’s only been my Daddy Dom a few months, he will learn from these moments, even though I know I will still brat and try to wheedle my way out of the punishment. He then set me a punishment…..a no fun spanking ban until 1’st December.

That’s a 6 week ban !!!!    6 WEEKS

I was NOT a happy little girl.

An hour later Daddy changed his mind again, making it a months ban, he wanted me to wear a butt plug for my hearing test appointment tomorrow, putting deep heat on it, then with Master’s permission, he asked Master to bite my boob !

Master replied, saying that he needed a very good reason why I did this.

I didn’t think the crime fit this big punishment, but I think Daddy may have chatted with Master for a while as he changed the punishment back to a month.

I started getting confused, telling him you said the ban was until the 1’st December, and what about the butt plug or the bite ?

He video called me a while later, “Oh I’m so angry with myself, you Little Minxs have really pulled at my heartstrings haven’t you, you’ve made the most of my soft side but I’m telling you now, I’ve learnt from this young lady and this will never happen again.” I couldn’t help myself but giggle. “Little Minxs look at me, NOW.” He spoke firmly, there was a sternness to his voice, he was now deadly serious. “You will never manage to wheedle out of any set punishment again. I’ve learnt a great deal about this, I’m so cross with myself for letting you get away with it.” I began giggling again. “Oh you may well giggle but you’re punishment will be a fun spanking ban until the 1’st December as you so rightly reminded me, not a month.”  I looked at him, realising he meant it. “That’s like 6 weeks. 6 weeks.6 weeks for rolling my eyes twice,” I moaned, “Yes that’s right, you will not eye roll me again or try to hit my soft side to change your punishment,” he told me. “But 6 weeks Daddy ? Really ? what about the other things ?” I asked, pouting and sulking. “You can stop pouting now, it won’t work on me again, I can assure you of that. There will be nothing else added to the ban. Like I said earlier, if I have not said anything else, that means just the ban” Daddy sternly told me. “Now have you done your lines yet ?”

“No…………( I bit my tongue from saying more, ) I’ve not finished them.” I almost shouted at him. “You mean, No Daddy I’m still doing my lines, don’t you ?” He replied. Oh how my stubborn side really wanted to get out, I was raging inside, “No Daddy, I’ve not finished them yet, I need to count how many I’ve done.” My voice sounded sweet when really I wanted to say other things. I was so so mad.  How can I do things when we chat on video chat 4, 5 times a day for half an hour to an hour or more at a time. Don’t get me wrong, I could chat with him all day, every day, but I can’t do my chores, my writing, my punishments when I’m chatting to Daddy. Maybe we need to cut back the length of time we chat before Master makes it a rule, But that’s only a little thing, I love chatting to Daddy, a lot of the time we chat a load of rubbish, other times I’m winding him up or the other way around, but it’s still really fun.

So now I’m on a no fun spanking ban, I don’t know if that is for just me and him, or does it include Master or even PiggyJ and I. He’s not stated that so I’m going to presume he means just Daddy and I.

Dan you imagine how I’m gonna be after NO SPANKING for 6 weeks.

This is going to be a painfully long long time. Especially as Daddy has two weekends in November off, when hopefully we will be staying over, I will probably try to get a spanking of him but not a punishment. But somehow, I doubt I will win, but it would be fun trying

Cursing is a habit.

I had no idea how much cursing I do / did before Daddy made this rule of No Cursing from his little girl.

I’m not going to lie, this has been / is a very hard rule as the words slip out before I’ve even realised what I’ve said.

Last night we had a discussion………

Messing with Master whilst he made the dinner, he told me to shove something up my arse………..me being me retaliated and repeated it to Master. This earned me a spanking from him and a discussion with Daddy about the word arse.

Was it a swear word ?

I didn’t think it was, Daddy thought it was.

Then the discussion continued with Daddy asking if I really didn’t think it was a bad word.

I kept saying no, I asked Master and he said it was.

I still didn’t believe him. Until Master produced a list of what was a swear word. And arse was classed as a mild swear word.

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So Daddy asked again.

I said, well I wouldn’t have been allowed to say it when I was a kid. But I guess I will have to accept it’s a swear word.

In truth, I didn’t really think it was a swear word, maybe a bit of a naughty word, but not actually a swear word. Now I know.

I then asked Daddy if I still had to tell him every time I did swear.

He replied, Yes. We agreed on everything and complete honesty.

I said, Oookkkkaaaayyyy.

Have you said something else little minxs ? He asked.

I ignored the comment, I didn’t want to own up.

14 minutes later, he asked again.

Again I ignored the message. My guilt was growing, making me feel sick, worried about the consequences, upset about disappointing Daddy, not owning up, but becoming a bit stubborn, not wanting to own up, so I never spoke to Daddy again.

Until, 56 minutes later when I finally just messaged Daddy.

Daddy replied quickly, asking if I was not speaking to him or if he had upset me.

I told him, he had not upset me.     Let’s face it, Daddy could never actually upset me, I was being a brat and Daddy was more worried about me being upset with him than me being a total brat.

He asked, if I was in a mood. So I said, A guilty mood yes.

Let’s be honest now Little minxs, what have you said ? He asked.

May have said bloody a few times and sh*t to a fly in the house, I told him, I’ll admit I wrote it very sulkily.

But whilst we went through the non speaking period I started looking for something.

A good friend on SpankingTube is writing a second novel, only on the Tube though, I’ve said many times it’s too good not to publish, but she’s just happy to keep it there. She often comes up with some very good ideas, the punishments in her books are Extreme and so are the sex scenes. But one idea she came up with made me think. Here’s the scene in the book briefly, the Dom was away, whilst his sub and daughter remained at home. He has secret cameras all over the house, and caught his sub breaking a rule. She had to self spank harshly, whilst he watched then when it was dinner time, she was to take her red spikey mat and sit on it during dinner. He watched making sure she put her bare bottom fully on the mat.

So this got me thinking, you all know by now I watch a video or read something, that sounds really nasty, I end up buying something as similar to the one I had just seen or read. And I thought the idea of a spikey mat may stop my bad language.

So I looked up online if there was something that could work. I found this.

https://www.amazon.co.uk/Yogi-Bare%C2%AE-Acupressure-Massage-Wellness-Relaxation/dp/B018QQ4WO4/ref=sr_1_2?ie=UTF8-2id=1534445239&sr=8-2&keywords=spikey+mat

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It is long, 74cm-43cm, but you could either just drape it over a chair, hoping no one will spot it or fold it in half. Daddy has already told me I’m to sit bare on the chair when we go out for our meal, so I imagine he will just say drape it over the chair to give me total humiliation.

I showed Daddy, telling him this could be an idea that will help me break this swearing habit. If I ordered it there and then, it will arrive on Saturday so hopefully arrive before we leave to go to Daddy’s.

As usual, I’m sure I will end up wondering why on earth I showed Daddy and why on earth I ordered one.

By the time it was ordered I was late going to bed, so I had to do a quick goodnight message to him and a sorry.

He replied, telling me he wasn’t cross but was upset that I didn’t own up straightaway.

This got me feeling so guilty and upset, I’d disappointed him and it’s the last thing I’d ever want to do, for Daddy or Master. I went to bed and hugged Little Minxs teddy, tears filling my eyes.

For me words hurt a lot more than a spanking. I went to sleep feeling awful, woke up feeling the same.

We did our good morning messages, I told Daddy I felt very guilty and upset, I admitted I swore no more than 4 times on both days, I’d deserve and except my punishment and will try extra hard to stop swearing.

Daddy replied, saying, he still loved me and was still proud of me because he knows I am trying. With regards to my punishment, instead of wearing my bite gag, during my 45 swats with the jokari paddle, I will have a bar of soapy soap in my mouth instead.

 

So it’s all forgotten, I’m going to try super hard today, well all the time, Daddy is still proud of me for owning up, even if I didn’t there and then, but the main thing is, Daddy is okay, we will video chat at lunch time, mainly because I just needed to make sure he had forgiven me, even though he’s said it in the messages.

So my spanking will be horrendous and going for the meal will be even worse as my tender, raw skin sits on those spikes. But if it makes me stop then it’s worth the pain.

I know Daddy reads my blogs so I’m making a formal apology to him.     Daddy, I’m really sorry for saying those curse words, and even more sorry for not admitting it like I’ve always done in the past. I’m sorry I upset you but deserve the punishment and I will take it the best I can. I will try much harder not to swear, Daddy. I promise. XXXXXXX

 

Here’s the chart Master found online about all the swear words used and what grade they are, I will say I didn’t know some of the words listed. But I don’t intend to use any of them.

 

Blogging A – Z Challenge = Z

Z = Zumba.

Zumba class with a wicked ending.

Toni and her friends were headed off to their twice weekly Zumba class, they loved the class as they loved dancing but there was one other reason they went. And that was to see and watch the very handsome Portuguese Paulo, their Zumba teacher. He was incredibly sexy, tall, well over 6 foot, a thick neck and broad shoulders, and big, thick muscles everywhere. His biceps were as thick as tree trunks and his thighs, well they were as thick as an elephant leg. His ass was the perfect size, solid, round flanks that oozed sex appeal, if he wears his tight shorts and vest top every ripple of muscle could be seen. If his muscles weren’t enough to make you want to jump on his body then the sight of his cock in his shorts well, Toni dreamt of riding it, you could see it’s size clearly, looking long and wide, good sized balls tucked nicely underneath. As the girls put their things away they giggled about Paulo, hoping he was wearing something tight. They weren’t disappointed, the handsome Paulo stood with 3/4 length Hugo Boss navy track suit bottoms with a white vest top, both clung to his body, showing off his glistening tanned skin. Quickly the girls got into line near to the front, Paulo smiled at Toni before saying good evening to all the class and got started. After a warm up, the dancing sped up and soon they were sweating, breathing heavy but still having fun. Eyes never left Paulo’s sexy body, as he danced on the stage, Toni felt certain her cunt was soaking as she imaged his thick cock grinding into her. All through the session Toni thought Paulo was watching her, but she wondered if she imagined it. Soon the class ended and everyone left the fitness hall to shower, change and go home.The girls were very slow getting sorted , they had to wait for free showers and were talking non-stop. As they were in uni-sex changing rooms, they were used to seeing men in all stages of dress, no one compared to Paulo. Eventually, most of the class had left, Toni had to go outside in the hallway to take a phone call and she ended up being left on her own. Her friends had waved bye to her as she was still on the phone. Finally the call ended and Toni came back into the changing rooms, as she gathered her things for her shower, Paulo came around the corner, he had been checking the benches and lockers to make sure they were empty. He stopped when he saw Toni still there, locking eyes with her.”Hey, you’re late Toni, everyone’s gone.” Paulo said as he walked towards her. “I..I had to get a phone call.” Toni muttered as Paulo was soon facing her, their eyes never loosing contact. “You know, Toni, you’re a very sexy woman.” Paulo said, his voice full of control. As Toni was about to say thank you, he bent down to kiss her, surprised but wanting more, she murmured, “I emmmm I need to take a shower.” Quickly Paulo lifted her up, his hands cupping her ass as she wrapped her legs around his waist, they continued kissing until they got to the showers. Breaking off, Paulo turned the shower on, kicked his trainers off, slid Toni’s off before he carried her into the shower, still fully clothed. As Toni was grinding against Paulo’s strong body, she felt his cock thicken, amazed at it’s thickness already. Their passion was becoming more frantic, as they kissed, hands wandered over his body, feeling all his muscles. Hot water sprayed over them, running down their faces, they didn’t care that their clothes were soaked now, Toni’s nipples were rock hard and Paulo’s cock was getting even harder. Dropping her gently to the ground, he peeled her top off, then her sports bra. Her head fell back as he bent to suck her tit, nibbling and sucking hard, his hand went to her other tit, squeezing her nipple and ample flesh. his other hand reached down, squeezing her ass, he stroked her pussy over her jogging pants. Breaking off, Paulo hooked his thumb into her pants and slid them down, her panties stuck to her pants so they both slid off. Toni lifted each leg to get out of her clothes, pulling her socks off, she stood naked, as Paulo pulled his top over his head, sliding his pants down she got the first glimpse of his cock. “Holy fuck.” She muttered as her mouth hung open, her eyes widened at the size of his cock, then at the end of his shiny head a huge Prince Albert bar was on display, with enormous balls at each end. His cock bobbed up and down, showing off his magnificent size. Paulo laughed, “You like my cock Toni ?” He asked her. Gulping, she said “Y..yes, you’re very erm…big ?”Toni stammered. She couldn’t stop herself gently stroking his shaft, rolling her thumb over his head, feeling the PA. Paulo watched her face as she played with his cock. “You ever fucked a cock with a PA before ?” He asked, his hands cupping her ass, as she said no, he lifted her up again, her legs crossed around his waist, she felt his cock twitch by her pussy, it needed no help to guide into her. Her pussy was oozing with her milky juices. Paulo pushed her to the wall and his cock slowly entered her hole, grinding upward as she pushed her hips down to meet his eager cock, the balls scraped her insides, but in a nice way. Soon Paulo’s thrusts got deeper and the balls connected to her g-spot. She screamed out an orgasm, scraping his back with her nails as she clung on, her head rolled back as she moaned and cried out, the entire orgasm fucking awesome, the hot water cascaded down her body, her clit felt so alive she felt the water drip down from it. When she came down from this wild orgasm, Paulo just smirked at her. “Enjoying it ?” He asked, before kissing her deeply. Toni nodded her head a little as her tongue danced around with his. Carrying her out of the shower he dropped her legs when they reached a bench. Turning her around, he pushed her head down into the bench, bending down he took in the sight of her pussy, burying his head deep between her legs, biting her clit, licking her lips, his tongue delving into her hole, his hands squeezed her ass as she felt like she could cum already. He slipped a finger inside, feeling her grind down and hold it tightly, as he went to slip out, he pushed three fingers in next, They danced around inside,  one finger finding her g-spot again, making her cry out. Then he did the unimaginable thing, he slapped her ass really hard, leaving a red hand print on her skin. “OOUuuucccchhhh,” Toni yelped. “Stop being so loud, people will hear you. Don’t do as you’re told I will spank your ass.” Paulo growled. Toni stopped just for a moment, did he just say he would spank me, she said to herself, horrified yet equally turned on by it. No one had ever spanked her, not even her parents. “Hold yourself up Toni.” Paulo said as he lifted her legs up, she had all her weight on her arms, now resting on the bench. Holding her tightly he felt his cock guide itself into her pussy once more, though it was a very hard position she couldn’t help gasping, moaning and crying out. Crossing her legs behind her back gave her more support as Paulo helped to hold her hips up. Until Toni started to cry out more. Now in this position it left her ass out, available and wanting. Another firm slap landed across her ass, she yelped as he repeated.”I said be quiet.” Grabbing her hips, he thrust harder, his cock feeling bigger and tighter than he’s ever felt it  “Jeez baby, you are just too fucking amazing.” He muttered between grunts and gasps but started to feel Toni’s body shake, so he lowered her legs til they touched the floor. Keeping her bent over, his cock danced over her ass hole. “Ever had anal Toni ?” He asked. “No, ” She answered, suddenly nervous. “Paulo, no, I don’t think…….” She started to say. This was rewarded by another slap to her ass. “Owwwwwww Paulo, don’t keep slapping me,” Toni whined.  Another harder slap then,”Don’t tell me what to do Toni. Just do as you’re told.” Suddenly Paulo rammed his cock into her pussy, hard thrusts, bruising her insides. “Owwwwwwww Paulo, please slow down.” Making out she wasn’t enjoying it but they both knew she was, he slipped out then held his cock over her ass hole. “I want my cock in your ass, I will ask just this once, then I will own it.” He said. “I’m scared Paulo, will it hurt ?” She turned to look at him. “A little at first, then I promise you will love it. I promise to go slowly baby.” He said. Toni nodded as he sunk his cock into her pussy, coating him in her juices, then his cock twitched by her other hole. Slowly he pushed in, pausing after every few pushes and as he felt her sphincter muscle contract tighter, he paused once more, waiting until he felt her relax a little, then pushed deeper. The initial pain was sharp and hurt as Paulo’s huge cock invaded her virginal ass hole. Once he was past the ring of muscle, Toni began to relax into it, she purred and almost growled in pleasure, noises Paulo loved to hear. Feeling her tighten inside once more, he knew she was close to cumming again. And he couldn’t hold back anymore. The pressure in his balls was becoming too intense. His thrusts deepened, Toni began crying out louder, both of them close to cumming. Toni’s cries became screeches of pleasure as she had an uncontrollable orgasm. Paulo wasn’t far behind her as his thrusts became faster, his balls felt tighter before he felt his hot cum shoot up into Toni’s fabulous ass. He pounded her ass until finally his balls emptied, relaxing his hold on her hips, he carefully slipped out without causing her too much discomfort.  They both sat on the bench, smiling, Paulo was all Toni had imagined for so long now, finally she had sex with him, a wild fuckery fuck. She smirked, I can’t wait to tell the girls. She thought.  “Paulo, what did you mean when you said you would own my ass ? ” He looked at her closely, “Toni, I’ve something to tell you and ask you, but before you give me the answer you need to go home and read up about it, Only then can you give me an answer.” “You’re terribly bossy. ” Toni pouted. “That would earn you a spanking, young lady. ” He told her sternly. “I don’t understand. Paulo, you like spanking girls ?” I asked. “Only special girls. Toni I’m a Dominant person, I want you so much, I have for so long, I want you to be my submissive. I’ve printed out a sheet filled with websites, I want you to read, then read the letter I’ve written you, telling you what I want from you. Yes I hoped this would happen one day, so I had them ready. I want to own you Toni, I want you to be only mine.” He told her. ” And if I don’t do as I’m told, what you will spank me ?” Toni asked. “Sometimes, or I may give other punishments. But spanking isn’t always horrible punishments, Toni, they can be fun too.” Paulo told her looking into her eyes. Toni watched his face, her head was a jumbled mess, yet there was a huge pounding in her clit at the thought of a spanking. She didn’t understand what Dominants or submissive meant, but she wanted that nice spanking. “Show me Paulo, show me a nice spanking, let me understand how it should feel, it will help me understand what it is you want from me. Please.” Toni begged, staring into his eyes. “Okay Toni, I will do that and I hope it will show you how amazing it can be. Stand up and bend over my knee.

 

I wonder if Toni will agree to Paulo’s wishes.

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Sinful Sunday – Corner Time.

Put in the naughty corner because as usual, I argued,  refused to do as I was told and was disrespectful to Master. This was 2 years ago, thankfully my behaviour has improved so I don’t get corner time often

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Sinful Sunday

 

Blogging A – Z Blogging = Q.

Blogging A – Z Challenge – Q

Q = Questioning.

As Master’s slave, I know I should do exactly as he says and I do try my hardest to be a good girl, following his instruction. But if you’ve read my previous blogs, you will know I’m also a bit bratty and naughty. And if I ask for something, and Master says NO, I do question it.

 

Why can’t I just order that book, it’s only 99p ?  NO ! Why not ? Coz you will just buy more and you have hundreds of books on your kindle that you’ve not read yet. When you’ve read them all, then maybe you can buy one !   Why ?

Can I buy this dress / skirt / top ?  No ! Why not ?

Can I stay up later ?  NO ! Why ? Coz you become a brat when you’re tired !

 

These are usually the questions I ask, I know what the answer will be, but it doesn’t stop me from asking.

This is something I do need to work on changing and since doing this challenge I have realised this so I’m finding myself stopping before saying that fatal word.

I can understand why Master gets frustrated with me when I question his decision. His decision should be final.

I will make it my goal to change this, I think this is like the final strands of giving up my independence and give Master my total submission, I read some blogs where the sub will be perfect, one slave does nothing without permission, can’t move, eat, drink, can only use the toilet with the door open, she does everything for her Master, but she seems to love it, which is the most important. Master doesn’t want a slave like this but I know he would like it if I stopped questioning him and just accept his answer, the first time, not after the fifth or sixth time of asking. Or until Master gets cross with me and then punishes me.

So there’s my letter for today = Q = Questioning, I hope if I do this challenge again, I will not put this word down for Q.

Blogging A- Z Challenge – N

Blogging A – Z Challenge = N

N = Naked and Naughty.

The idea of being naked was always a hard one, Yes I went from bedroom to bathroom naked when having a bath, never hiding myself when G or E were around. But oh no, the idea of others seeing me naked, no way, who wants to me naked. Entering into our D / s lifestyle, one rule Master insisted I did was take a naked selfie and post it on SpankingTube, he wanted me to learn to like, even love my body, like my curves, and even like my big ass. At first I hated doing it, but eventually I began to enjoy it and soon, I began to believe maybe I’m not that ugly, fat, small woman. I even began to sunbathe topless in our back garden. Then last year we had our first naturist holiday, I remember taking that first step outside of our lodge, it was terribly nerve-wracking, but I took that step without hesitation. And suddenly I felt free in my body, I no longer wanted to hide myself in the corner, this is the body I was given, so only I can accept it, love it and improve it, if that’s possible. No one else can do it for me. Even showing the ugly scar I have down my tummy, was hard to accept but my mother-in-law would say, every scar is part of your life so don’t be ashamed of them. And at the end of the day, the major operation I had changed my life, so in truth, maybe I should thank it, does that sound crazy ?

 

Being naked for Master did cause some stress for me whilst he trained me, I would sometimes have to sit in front of a mirror and really look at myself, placing a mirror between my legs I saw for the first time, what my pussy looked like. I’d never done that before. I hated bending over, ass out high, head low, revealing my most intimate areas but Master was very firm with this, if he wanted me like this for one minute or 30, I would do it and cringe inside. I really didn’t understand how he could find me / my body sexy. So the selfies continued as I tried different ways to make my body look good. Even taking my naked body outside in the garden and taking selfie after selfie. I started to look at the pictures differently, I saw a little sexiness, and I began to like them.

It was important for Master to feel my naked body in bed, knowing my body belonged to him, if hands wandered he didn’t want to fight with nightwear before connecting with skin. But feeling skin on skin is so important, whether in bed asleep as legs entwine with his, or during play, I should not be ashamed of my body. And I’m not now, but I am certainly a Naturist at heart, and can’t wait until we go again, then maybe book somewhere else, abroad maybe.

I’ve realised since doing this challenge that I have changed an awful lot since we began our D / s life, and all good changes, making me a better, more confident woman. I honestly hadn’t seen it until now.

 

Naughty.

 

I may be an owned slave to Master but I can very honestly say that I am not one of those slaves who are 100 % obedient, following the rules perfectly, I wasn’t a natural submissive so I’ve had to learn but there’s a tiny part of me that still wants to be me. But Master has trained me well, punishing me for my wrong doings, so every day rules, I normally follow properly. But you know, things like, I want more makeup, I ask Master if I’m allowed, if he says no, then that’s it. But a teeny part of me wants to say, you want me wearing makeup everyday, then let me buy it when I need it. Of course I don’t ( usually ) then buy any, but just like a child will try to get away with things, that’s me. I do like to call it mild rule breaking, only coz it sounds slightly better, maybe that’s my bratty side that feels that. But I’d never go to the shop and spend without asking. I know Master has only made it a rule because I have no sense of saving or generally watching the money in the bank, I just tended to spend, he’s tried for years to get me to stop. So I am very grateful that he controls this side of life, even if I moan, and I know I should follow this and all the rules fully. These days, it is usually only spending that gets me in trouble, that is usually including arguing because I want to buy something, like buying kindle books from Amazon. I have now stopped asking because I know the answer is no, but buying clothes from the catalogue, has been like buying Kindle books, because money it not actually changing hands, in my head I’m not spending or breaking the rules. But I’ve been told I can’t order anything without asking first. I do an order then ask my mother-in-law which she likes, usually keeping the ones I want, without asking Master’s opinion or if I could keep them. But I need clothes, right ? On my last order last week, I said to Master I wanted him to look at the clothes and help me choose. I did that because I realised something. I always want to look my best for Master, so letting him choose my clothes is another way of ensuring I will. He sometimes doesn’t like the clothes I pick out with my mother-in-law, she has a different taste to Master but who do I want to please, Master or my mother-in-law. Of course the answer is Master without a doubt. Out of the 12 dresses I ordered, I kept 5. But the next day when I was alone I realised that I should ask Master if I could keep these dresses, so when he was at work I asked him if I should have asked to keep them, he replied, yes. So even though I really really wanted all the dresses, I asked him if I could keep them, hoping he would say yes but ready to accept it, if his answer was no, anyway he replied, yes thank you for asking. This made me feel so so happy, not because I could keep the dresses but because I had pleased him by realising I should have asked first.

I think for me, I am learning slowly to be the submissive Master can be proud to own, though I hope he is proud of me now and soon I think I will be the best submissive I want to be. I can’t promise I won’t still want to buy makeup or clothes and throw a tantrum because Master has said no, but that’s part of my personality, and also Master then has the excuse of turning my fine curvaceous bottom crimson and bruised. 🙂

Blogging A – Z Challenge = L

Blogging  A – Z Challenge = L

L = Lines.  

These darn lines entered my life as soon as we started our D / s dynamic and I hated them.  Three sides of an A4 notebook, written in pencil, neatly, no spelling mistakes, then photograph them with the date written in pen, sent to Master, every day.

For the first few months, I remember Master would get up for work and find me writing my lines, having a chuckle to himself as he watched me, I didn’t think 3 years later I would be still doing them.

The amount of pages changed, once Master wanted me to do more chores, the lines were reduced to 2 sides.

Unless of course I get punished for something, then he may add more.

Me being the brat I am have found ways of still being bratty, I knew Master never really looked at them, so one time, I wrote the first few lines backwards on each page, another time I was dared by another bratty sub friend I have on SpankingTube, to write my own sentence, with one or two swear words in it.

And of course, I felt guilty afterwards so confessed my sins.

Master already knew what I had done and waited until I owned up.

I know my punishment for the backwards incident was to write the lines every day backwards, which when writing pages of this sentence was quite hard and took a bit of concentration.

The other incident earned me more lines plus a mouth soaping.

But that was a long time ago. Now I just get on with them, 2 sides don’t take long, unless I get more.

 

Last night earned myself double lines, as I discovered this morning. For the usual issue, my arguing. Let me explain….

I’ve no sat nav built in my car so we bought a phone holder months ago, but the position of it wasn’t right. I have been asking since then, if Master could buy me another phone holder. If I’ve needed the phone for sat nav, I’ve ended up holding the phone so I can see the screen. Not good if I got stopped by the police. About 4 months ago, I bought tickets for a concert in Manchester. So I would need the sat nav, I started to ask more frequently, still nothing, then after more nagging, on Tuesday, Master and I went to the car to see what I needed. He had another holder like the one that’s already in the car so we tried that in other places but it’s no good as the phone is too heavy so hangs down or drops off. Going back in the house, Master went on Amazon Prime and bought one. It arrived last night, so as Master was away, E set it up, but he wasn’t very impressed with it, saying he thought it would just fall off. So I wanted to order a different one, just in case it’s rubbish. Asking E to find one, he just kept telling me what it was like, until I just said, find me the one to buy and send me the link. Meanwhile I told Master what E had said, asking him to buy the one E suggested. He wanted me to wait and try the first one in the car first, but as time was ticking by I just wanted to order it, we can send the other one back. Between Master and E, I was quickly becoming in a mood and getting stroppy, not because I couldn’t get my own way, just because they couldn’t just understand why I wanted to order one. If these are no good, we will have to look elsewhere, which meant a day to order, a couple of days to arrive before I need it on Wednesday. Master is out all day Saturday and away again next Wednesday, meaning less time to get it sorted.

On my last message last night, I ranted, then said I was going for a shower then going to bed before I start to say something I shouldn’t. This morning I discovered I had double lines for arguing. I tried to reason with Master by making him understand why I wanted to order the other one, but he said I should not have argued, and unless I wanted treble lines, I was to stop arguing. I will be honest, I still tried to get him to understand. But I won’t mention it again. Master is in work and doesn’t need me sending messages all day. So I will just do the extra lines.

 

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