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.

First real punishment from Daddy.

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First real punishment from Daddy.

I was a bit nervous that Saturday night about the punishment coming up. We’d had a lovely day, my first maintenance spanking from Miss Adira, nice dinner and watched a movie. But we all knew this was still due.

When the film ended, it was getting late. Too late to watch another film, Miss Adira asked Daddy if he was going to get it over with as time was going by.

He got up and went into the cupboard to get out the 2 bamboo canes I’d made months ago after cutting our bamboo down a bit in the garden. He got the loopy out of my bag and told me to go upstairs. His tone had changed, no longer the kind gentle Daddy, more a very annoyed Daddy, that got me upset.

I had to set the video again, this time hoping it would record as my other spanking that day hadn’t. And I was gutted because I really wanted my first spanking from Miss Adira to be recorded. Master is looking up different video cameras or a gopro camera for me to use instead of my phone as it’s not recording or taking photos more often now.

Daddy told me to lie on the bed, not over the footboard, I quickly did I was told. Then the lecture began, along with the loopy, no warm up, no soft taps. And I’ve said before how much a light tap hurts, Daddy and Miss Adira will agree how nasty it is. I did try to stay in position but I was soon rolling side to side. The hits were relentless as my hands began coming round or fisting the bedsheets. I hated hearing Daddy so upset with me, I never intentionally go out of my way to disrespect him. And it usually happens when he says no, or I don’t wanna do something, the brat opens her mouth and stuff she knows should not be said, is said. But I also knew I deserved every swat.

I’ve no idea how many swats I got with that loopy, sometimes wondered about buying one of those finger counter things, then I could watch the video and count them. I may just look into one. A good friend of mine used one to count how many times I was caned on one video, few years ago. It was 200. But you’re never aware at the time, you’re only focus is the pain.

Daddy stopped for a minute, asking me if I wanted a pillow, I think he knew I needed something to hug onto, maybe hoping it will stop me rolling. It didn’t though, but he would grab my ass or hips, roll me back and continue. The tears were flowing into the pillow, my cries louder so I bit into the pillow to stay quiet. Or as quiet as I could.

I heard Daddy drop the loopy and pick the canes up. One was thicker, one was more whippy and thin. There wasn’t really a pause when the caning began, oh I need to try to control my rolling. It’s so much easier to be honest to be tied down, or be over his knee so he can hold me down. But I guess punishments are not made to be easy. The caning hurt so badly over the loopy, the swish of the cane, the mega sting then burn.

Luckily or not for me, the tip of the cane flew off, and watching the video back I could see Daddy checking my bottom as I knew I was bleeding a bit. For whatever reason, Daddy didn’t pick the second cane up. To be honest I hadn’t even realised he didn’t use the second one.

Instead I heard him rummage around in their toy drawer. The first whip of the Alcatraz strap shocked me, now I love the feel of leather on skin, strap, belt, I love them. Not however on top of the loopy and cane. And by the name of this strap its fiercely powerful, it’s long so the tail will catch your sides, the holes blister, burst and burn your skin. This was the first time either of us had used this since we bought it for Master at Christmas. Can I honestly say I wouldn’t want it again, no, course I would, unless it’s used harder and for longer then I’m sure I will want to be hiding it away.

Thankfully Daddy didn’t use this strap for long, before dropping it on the bed and coming over to me, at the side of the bed. Bending down he lifted my head up and saw my tear stained face, he kissed me gently, at first I felt too upset to want his affection, but this only lasted a second or two. Then I held his arms, our heads together, Daddy whispering soft words in my ear. I didn’t crawl into his arms, I was too sore to move so Daddy lay on the bed, hugging me tightly until my tears finally stopped. I knew Daddy hated to see me cry but I deserved every swat. Being a brat is one thing, but being disrespectful is one thing I don’t intend to be again.

During the time I wrote this blog, my curiosity got the better of me and I counted the strokes,

48 with loopy

10 with cane

7 with Alcatraz strap

Saturdays play and my first maintenance spanking from Miss Adira.

Saturdays play and first maintenance spanking.

Master and I arrived at Daddy’s at the usual time, 2’ish, Miss Adira gave us both kisses, she was naked as expected by Master. We had coffees, and played with Blue, who was so excited to see us both, he just jumped from settee to chair, licking us, Master was teasing him as usual, encouraging him to howl as he had done with our dogs. He loves having his other Mummy and Daddy round.

I sat on the chair still dressed, when Master asked why I was still clothed, “Oh erm, sorry.” I quickly stripped off, and sat down to watch TV and enjoy my coffee. Miss Adira told me I was doing a lot of fidgeting on the chair so I quickly picked my coffee up and sat still. When I finished my coffee Master asked why I was sat there, all on my own. I think it was really because that’s where Daddy and I sit, but he was at work so Miss Adira told me to join them on the settee. I cosied up to Miss Adira, Master would occasionally stroke my hair or lean over to kiss Miss Adira then me. It felt nice being with them as a threesome, not awkward or like I was invading their time. I knew it would be their time when Daddy came home, then it would be our time too.

After we had finished the 2 parter we watched, Miss Adira said, “Sir I’m going to take Aurora upstairs to do her tests then give her a maintenance spanking. Would you like to join us ?” “No you go, I’m happy watching a bit of YouTube.” Master told her, so we got up and left him to it. Though I thought he would join us at some point, to watch, give Miss Adira advice or instructions or join in but also I knew he could watch it from the camera he had put in their bedroom.

“So what toys did you bring ?” Miss Adira asked. Going to my bag, I pulled out the little devil paddle, the jokari and loopy. She took the little devil and jokari.

Heading upstairs, Miss Adira asked if I was not bringing my cuddily, I shook my head, feeling a bit foolish that I wanted it when I was with her. But when I got upstairs, I changed my mind so ran to get it. Miss Adira had her notebook to makes notes on my test and write my mark’s down, so she sat on the windowsill as I sat on the floor, crossed legs, Marshmallow sat on my knee.

It was weird, something clicked in my head, this was me, being a little felt so natural to me. I loved sitting on the floor looking up at my Mistress and I wanted to make her proud by getting top marks. The maths was easy peasy, 3 x times table so I breezed through them. The English was a bit more tricky but I was disappointed that I got 2 wrong. Miss Adira was very proud of me for my first tests. So next week I was to learn my 8 times table, I know this one will take some thinking, she gave me some good advice to make it easier so I’m going to try her way as well as my way. The spellings will be sent to me later that day, as she wanted to find some harder words for me. And what she sent was very very hard so it’s going to take some concentrating to remember them for next week.

Next came the maintenance spanking. But first Miss Adira wanted to know exactly where she can hit, so she doesn’t strike where my discs are damaged and where my internal tens machine was. I pointed where the scar was, “ Anywhere around the scar, you can feel the box inside me, so nothing can hit that incase it breaks it. Then for my back, anything from my tail bone up to here.” I pointed up to about the third of the way up my back. I’ve 6 degenerative discs there. “So basically any lower back area.” She said. “Yes, then anything from there up my back is fine, across shoulders fine.” I explained. “Okay, but I think I will wait for your Daddy to do your back first  so I can watch.” Miss Adira told me. “I will say if it’s a bit too near any area if that’s okay ?” I asked. “Yes definitely you must until I’m confident in what I’m doing.” Miss Adira pulled out some of her own toys, the studded paddle, the punch paddle, a fly swat plus my little devil paddle and the jokari, whilst I got the camera ready. Once ready I awaited my instruction.

“Bend over the bottom of the bed,” she said. They have a cushioned, curved footrest which is ideal for any sort of fun, play or spanking. I got Marshmallow, bent over the bed, tucking Marshmallow under my arm and waited. “Anything in particular you want to start with?” she asked. “No, erm little devil.” I replied.  “Little devil what ?” she asked, landing the first swat and continuing harder until I replied “Little devil Miss Adira.” Immediately she softened the strikes as she continued. I noticed she liked to cover the entire area of my bum, up as high as she could go, round the sides, all cheek then lastly lifting my cheeks up to reveal my sit spot. She noticed I wasn’t fond of my sides being hit so obviously she enjoyed getting those spots more. After a while she asked if I wanted a change, “Yes please.” A few harder whacks before “Yes please Miss Adira,” I said quickly, then she stopped. “What do you fancy next?” she asked, I looked at the pile and suggested the punch paddle.

The nice end was just the same as our spanking hammer, it feels great, gives you good internal bruising but also makes the blood rise to the surface which makes the smacks tingle much more.

So whilst enjoying the pounding suddenly there was a terrific whack. “Owie,” I cried out, my leg went up, my hand came around. The whacks continued, as hard as a wooden whack with the sting of leather, “This continues until your in position.” Miss Adira told me. “Would you like the hammer back?” Still whacking me until I got into position. “Ow yes.” A stronger whack, “Owie yes Miss Adira.” I cried out. “See your getting it, go out of position I go harder, not answer a question correctly I go harder.” Oh she’s enjoying this a lot, I thought and far stricter with my wriggling around or answering properly.

Miss Adira continued with the hammer, surprising me with a few hard slaps with the other side. As usual I did what I always do, brought my leg up, or hand around, so the hard swats began until I moved back again. ( Maybe this will make me learn…. who am I kidding, probably not.) Eventually she asked if I’d like to change, “Ow erm Ow, the studded one please Miss Adira.” She stopped immediately then started with the leather studded one. I didn’t think this would hurt as much as it did, the paddle side was stingy but not like the hard side to the puncher. But the metal studs stung a lot on already tender skin as I heard my Mistress chuckle, she knew this was hurting. I began turning to my sides, my leg began to move up, Whack, leg down, then a few more wallops my arm began moving round stopping before I reached fully around. “Arm,” whack, “Owie,” I cried louder. The harder whacks continued all around, turning as I tried to protect my sides, leg up as I tried to protect my sit spot. All my failure so awarded me extra hard swats. “Would you like a change?” she asked. “Y..yes please Miss Adira.” I gasped. “What next?” “You choose Miss Adira,” I said getting my breath back.

I felt the familiar paddle on my skin, the jokari. Something that the slightest tap stings like mad. At first the slaps were mild’ish hits which got more painful as it continued, also liking to cover my entire backside again. I stuffed my face into Marshmallow, hugging her tightly, crying out into the bed. She paused for a moment rubbing my cheeks, scraping her nails along my raw skin. “You’re going a lovely colour, but I think you can take more. What do you think?” She asked. “If you think so, Miss Adira.” I replied. Picking up the fly swat she flicked it across me, it didn’t hurt but gave a tiny sting, enough to make you jump a tiny bit. But I think this was too tame for her as she put it down. And picked up the little devil, now it was really starting to hurt and she covered everywhere but once caught close to my tail bone. I cried out loudly, saying “Too close to my tailbone.” What I need to watch is the wires from my tens machine lead up and attach to my tail bone. They are secured to nerve which then gave me feeling to my bladder again. So though I’ve lots of padding by the tens machine, I haven’t higher up and by the tail bone. So a wallop could damage the wire or disconnect it. But Miss Adira didn’t realise, and Daddy has hit the wrong spot and so has Master. It must be difficult not to accidentally hit the wrong area even for the most experienced Dom/Domme.

The spanking lasted quite some time, in the same continuous fashion, if I forgot to say the right thing. I must admit I loved her way, she kept checking to see if I was red enough, and continued until she thought I had a nice crimson tone. Now as this was my first maintenance spanking, and in the future it will be shared with Daddy, with no particular number, just until THEY decided I had enough, I’m pretty certain, this spanking will be the mildest I get.

Apparently Miss Adira was able to sit on the footrest next to me, comfortably, and able to spank me very easily in this position, I can only imagine Daddy on one side, Miss Adira on the other. And the maintenance spanking will happen every time I meet them, or just one of them. My bottom will feel the sting a lot in the future, and it’s all rather exciting.

Once my spanking was over, Miss Adira said,  “Now I’ve been told by Sir that every time you get spanked I have to check if your excited or not.” She slid my legs open with her foot and her hand came down, feeling my wetness. Now I’m not a bit ashamed of her finding out how much I enjoyed it, if anything it will show her she did everything right.

Her fingers slid inside me, her nails scraping my insides and out, maybe something I will just have to get used to, but it stung quite sharply.  But I did explain it to her, she suggested wearing gloves but that’s no fun, so I think it’s a question of me just getting used to it. Her one thing she really wanted to do was to get me to squirt. I know Master and Daddy have explained exactly where my button is and I’m very pleased to say she found it very quickly. Soon I was desperate to cum, begging, unsure if I was to ask like I do for Master and Daddy, but I was too excited to think about that then. The floodgates opened and I squirted, my cum dripping down my legs, an orgasm I will never forget. Miss Adira slipped her hand away, rubbing on my clit. “Better save some for your Daddy.” A very nice thought but she will eventually realise my tap never seems to end and I can squirt 6 – 10 times in a day. A lot.

When I stood and got my balance back, I kissed her, thanking her for a very nice spanking. She told me she enjoyed it a lot, this made me very happy and hopefully made my Mistress very proud. “Sir has told us to go to bed and have a good smooch,” I giggled, I bet he watched it all and was now very hard and excited too. Soon he joined us and stripped off quickly. He lay next to Miss Adira, reaching over to kiss me then kiss her, whilst we continued to smooch. Suddenly I felt the mattress move a lot and I opened my eyes to see him stood over us both. Watching us kiss, wanking himself off. I knew what was coming and at that second all I thought was please don’t get it in my hair as I had got it restyled and cut short that day and wanted it to still look nice for Daddy when he got home. A massive blog of cum landed in my eye, I heard him chuckle, as his cum dropped over my face, over Miss Adira’s shoulder, ear and face. Master always has a large amount of cum each time, so there was more than plenty to share. He chuckled again as I tried to scoop the cum out of my eye, leaving the bed to go to the bathroom and try to wash it away, without ruining my makeup. Then Miss Adira washed herself clean.  It was only after she had done it, did I wonder if I should have done it for her. I think maybe I should and will in the future.

Feeling very refreshed and happy, we went downstairs to watch TV until Daddy got home. He spotted my new haircut straight away, even though we were sure he hadn’t. He told me off lightly for telling a little white lie about not booking the appointment, but said he loved it. This made me even happier. We walked across the road to the chip shop to get our dinner, and enjoyed that whilst watching a film, it was a very exciting visit, but it wasn’t over for me. I had my first real punishment coming up, but that’s for a different blog.

A new task for Daddy from Master is to write a blog every month. Here’s his first one and I think he’s done a great job. Enjoy the read.

This life and time of Manho the Daddy

So, where do I begin, I would say right from the start would be as good of any place as any July 2017, but before we start here’s a little about me. I am nearly at my 42nd birthday, I am now a Daddy to my beautiful girl Little Minxs and a sub to Master, I am nothing to look at, 5’5”, slightly curvy (a lot), and a rather wicked sense of humour, and this little tale is how I became a Daddy Dom and submissive and the journey I have taken to get here so sit back, hold on tight and enjoy the ride.

As I said it came about in July 2017, the exact date I cannot remember, myself, my beautiful wife and our son was at a close friends house party and my wife had told me that she had full intentions of getting drunk “So don’t expect to go home early,” she says to me just before I went off to work that morning.

So, after a hard days graft (honest) we were at our friends house having beers and chilling, enjoying ourselves, I became rather tired and just wanted to sleep however Piggy, my wife, oh yes Piggy is the name given to her by Master G, or as she refers to him as Sir G, any way I digress, so being tired I just wanted to go home and sleep, however the lovely wife, Piggy had other ideas, just letting loose and getting drunk, now she had already polished off a bottle of wine and what ever else to be had consumed earlier that evening and was well on her way on the second bottle. Now Master and my Little Minxs will very well understand what happens next after Piggy has had a couple of bottles of wine, all I can say is Dr Jekell and Ms Hyde…….so I think it may off been about 11’ish we shall say and I asked Piggy if we were going home, this was a very stupid thing to ask really as she had already gave me the heads up she was planning on staying out and enjoying herself, so with the question asked she said “I told you this morning that we were staying out and I was planning on getting drunk,” so with that I skulked away, I do get rather narky when I’m tired so this didn’t help matters much.

I went into the front room of our friend’s house and sulked, after a bit I went back to join the rest and Piggy must of known I wasn’t happy which is when things in both our lives turned…and I must admit now for the most defiant better. I could see she was getting upset and I tried to stupidly talk to her but she just kept telling me to go away as I was making things worse, now I have seen her upset before and we have both been through a lot but to be honest I have never seen her this upset and I was crapping myself a lot as I didn’t know what to say or do to make amends at that point, and yes I should of left her alone but the pig headedness in me kept mythering her and winding her up even more to the point she just came out with the one sentence I would never forget, “I need more”.

Now at first as a man I just looked at her with a gormless expression on my face, and the response I could only give her was “eh”, “I need more, different cock”, now that hit me like a sack of shit, as believe me when I say my self esteem and confidence took a big blow was a understatement. She carried on explaining what she meant and we talked, and one thing in all of this is I didn’t want to loose her, this extraordinary, magically, wonderful woman who has been in my life for at least 13 years, so I told her I would be willing to try and do anything within reason. That evening or should I say early hours Sunday morning we went home and had nookies.

The next day we sat discussing this further, she reassured me that I wasn’t doing anything wrong but she had desires and needs and found it hard to approach me about them, I must admit I do have a very open mind and now has been opened even more after our experiences in the swinging seen and now in our polyamorous/ \Dom dynamic with both Master/Sir G and my Little Minxs/Masters Serf…with this being said this story will unfold next month when I write about our first meets, till then take it easy…..

Manho/Daddy..

A foursome.

Weekend with Daddy and PiggyJ. Part 2. A foursome.

After Daddy and I got back from Build-a-Bear, we were getting ready for a chill before going to Blackpool but I soon got a message from Master for us both to get naked and join them in bed.

This was a new one, the 4 of us actually playing together, so we stripped off and headed upstairs. Master told Daddy to lie on the bed whilst I bent over the edge of it, sucking his starbar. ( You know what I mean by starbar, I’m only allowed to use alternate words to curse/rude words now but it just sounds daft saying starbar, but I’ve got to get used to writing it. )

So whilst I’m sucking on Daddy’s star bar, Master came behind me and began fudging me from behind, when he first entered my happy spot I felt myself stretch so wide, I thought he must have had his huge PA in but apparently he didn’t. But it felt really nice, as he went from my happy spot to bottom hole.

Whilst this was happening, PiggyJ was lay in bed watching until Master instructed her to come over and eat my happy spot. She got on her knees immediately, tonguing, sucking my clit. Her nails scraping across my bottom, leaving angry red trails down it, yet felt so good. It was becoming hard to concentrate, too many things happening at once. Master watched for a while, he could see I was enjoying myself, my groans and twitches indicated that PiggyJ was doing a good job, Daddy was enjoying his blowjob too.

Master began wanking himself off watching us play together, all of us were occupied with what they were doing and what was happening to them. Soon Master had cum all over PiggyJ’s back, when Master told her to change places with me and continue Daddy’s blowjob. PiggyJ then told me to lick Master’s cum off her back whilst she was busy, this is something I’m not keen on doing, so I stared at her, then stared at Master who then told me to just do it. Apparently I gave them both my death stare. So I moved round and began to clean her back, much to Master’s amusement. He began tickling my back, I asked him to scratch it like he does with PiggyJ, so he scraped his nails up and down my back, over my bottom and back again. I loved it.

Then Daddy and PiggyJ asked if she could climb on top of him, Master agreed, so me and Master stood back to watch. PiggyJ began flailing around as her orgasm built up, groaning and grunting louder until it exploded, Daddy got cramp right up his leg so he didn’t get the pleasure of cumming but I knew he would later.

Once PiggyJ and Daddy had calmed down we all said thank you to each other, kisses were given and we all got dressed ready to go to Blackpool.

Blackpool was very cold and windy but we were able to park across the road from the arcade we were going to. We took money out if the cash machine, each of us having £20 and no more, then we split up. Daddy and I went one way, Master and PiggyJ went another. We cashed one £10 note into 2p’s, and went to the arcade games that were 2p a go and you could collect tickets.

Tickets mean prizes.

Many of the machines were either stuck or not giving tickets to we went to different games. Eventually we won about 1500 tickets. Daddy cashed them in for a voucher and then we joined the queue to pick the prizes. I chose some burping putty/slime stuff for Master, a teddy bear for PiggyJ, as I had one last time, then a load of sweets. Tickets used we left the arcade and headed to a sweet shop nearby. Picking fudge and sweets for everyone we quickly headed back to the car. It was freezing.

We drove to the other end of  Blackpool’s promenade to the chip shop we liked, the boys went in to get our dinner, then we drove to a quiet parking spot in front of the sea. It was a pity it was dark and you couldn’t see the sea at all. But you could hear the waves, smell the sea, plus our fish and chip dinner. Which was yummy.

Once we had eaten, we headed back home, it was after 10pm when we got home but we all got a drink and sat down to watch a film which didn’t end until 12.30am. Master and PiggyJ headed upstairs whilst Daddy and I got the airbed pumped up, making the bed we snuggled watching TV, having a little play with Daddy’s starbar he got on his knees and came over my happy spot but I was too sore to let him play with me. I know I’d be in trouble if I didn’t tell him I was sore, but I had a brilliant day so i didn’t mind.

I was still sore the following morning, so there was no playing but again I didn’t mind. It had been a great weekend.

But from the Monday, there will be a change to our dynamic, a new, exciting change, that hopefully will add even more fun and spankings to our group. I will

Buying a new cuddily.

Weekend with Daddy and PiggyJ. Part 1, buying a new cuddily.

This weekend was going to be a very special one. As a reward for being a good girl, Daddy was taking me to Build-a-Bear I was allowed a new cuddily.

And then we were going to Blackpool to play in the amusement arcades, finishing the evening with a fish and chip dinner.

Master and I arrived at 1pm, Daddy and I decided to go straight out as we knew it would be busy at the shopping centre, plus it left Master and PiggyJ to have some time alone, which I knew PiggyJ was wanting.

So off we went to the Trafford Centre in Manchester and oh my goodness, how busy was it. We drove around for ages looking for a car parking space, ending up right at the far end. Luckily it was a disabled spot. But we were at the wrong end for Build-a-Bear and I mean right at the other side of the centre. So we had a long walk until finally we found it, though we had to ask where the shop was coz Daddy couldn’t remember. Looking at their online shop and I hseen a rabbit I loved, so I thought I would just go in and find it straightaway. No, it wasn’t there, there were 2 bunnies that I liked, but couldn’t

decide which one I preferred. It was heaving in the shop, kids, prams, adults plus loads of staff you struggled to actually see everything.

Finally I chose the white rabbit with flowers, then we joined the queue. A staff member asked if I wanted to record a voice message to put in the cuddily, I had already asked Daddy if I could have one and he had said yes but he had no idea what to . When we reached the place to stuff the bears, I changed my mind on which rabbit I wanted so Daddy had to go back and change it for me. Finally we got to stuff the rabbit but Daddy had to go in a quiet back room to record the message, then we went back to stuff the rabbit, putting the recorder in one arm, then I had to put a wishing well heart inside too. Finally the rabbit was stuffed and sewn up, I wasn’t bothered about telling the lady that my Daddy was buying it for me, or when Daddy had said that I had been a good girl, not like the first time we went. I had felt a bit embarrassed when he told the man, I’m her Daddy, then said if I lose my cuddily he would give me a spanking, right in front of him. And he did hear it, I was really embarrassed then. Now 7 months later I’m not bothered at all, Daddy was buying me a present and that’s all it was.

Then came the decision of what outfit to buy, again I had already picked on outfit online but I wanted to be sure. So I wandered up and down, looking at clothes, finding a new outfit for Minxsie, my first bear, but couldnt find the outfit for the rabbit. I know I was taking my time, but you’ve gotta have the outfit you really want. But I had to ask in the end, luckily they had what I wanted, the ballerinas outfit, so I took that. We then had to christen the bear, filling out my details and announcing the birth of Marshmallow.

Daddy bought my rabbit but I bought the clothes, ( I still feel uncomfortable with him spending loads on me ) then we left.

We got nearly to the other side of the shopping centre when I asked Daddy if the birth certificate was in the box, he looked and it wasn’t. So we had to walk all the way back to get it, by this time I started to feel really sore but I really wanted the certificate. Finally we headed towards the car, but we stopped for a coffee and slice of cake, I must admit I was ready for the break, we weren’t sure what time we were leaving for Blackpool but the rest was really appreciated.

Few weeks ago Daddy and I watched a live spanking on Skype.

Watching a live spanking with Daddy.

Whilst chatting with DaddyW and LittleM, our friends from SpankingTube, we now chat mostly on kik but DaddyW asked us something that made us then set up Skype with them. LittleM had told him she would like to find a couple who would like to watch her getting spanked. It was a kink of hers, adding humiliation into it, last week they asked if we would like to at first chat on Skype, so we are comfy chatting live, then arrange a time when LittleM could have a maintenance spanking.

We had to sort out the time difference between the UK and their part of the USA, discovering they were 5 hours behind us, Daddy arranged with DaddyW that we would Skype at 9pm our time. We were staying over at Daddy’s house so it fit in great.

In the future we will also do a three-way Skype for times when Daddy and I were not together. That should be interesting, I’ve never done that before.

Anyway, we chatted for a while about their view of the D/s lifestyles, America’s view compared to England. D/s is actually banned in their state, and in a lot of other states too. I never realised it was banned in places, we have D/s clubs, hotels, bed and breakfast, dungeons, the lot. You just need to look and you will find them.

A bit like looking for naturist parks, you know they are there but finding them is the hard job.

Finally DaddyW decided we had chatted enough, they had arranged to have the house to themselves as he had wanted to give LittleM a real thrashing and mouth soaping but her family decided to announce that they were coming over and staying the night, so he changed it to just a maintenance spanking  and no mouth soaping. Usually DaddyW gives LittleM a mouth soaping once a week, but if she is rude, cheeky or cursed then she will always get a soaping. I think he said he will just change the time spent with the soap in her mouth, if it’s been a few times a day. As there are chemicals in the soap so you do have to be careful.

So next time we watch one of her spankings, I’m sure we will get to watch what he does. I want Daddy to watch as well, seeing as he said he will be using soap next time I swear.

I also want Daddy to watch this spanking, listen to what DaddyW says, watch what he does.

A few years ago when they had lots of videos on SpankingTube, their spankings could last 45 minutes or longer. They were great, I don’t like the videos that are less than 5 minutes, I really want to sit and enjoy a long spanking. So DaddyW and littleM’s videos were my favourite to watch.

So the spanking session began.

DaddyW sat on the settee, LittleM was in front of him, holding onto her stuffie. LittleM loves penguins, she has lots of them. DaddyW began by telling her why she was getting this spanking, making sure she understood what she had done wrong, then he began telling her that at first he will paddle her ass then give her a hand spanking over her jeans, standing up in front of their laptop he would pull her jeans and panties down, so her friends could see her bare bottom, she was to go over his knee again for more hand spanking. After that she was to get into position when he will whip her butt with his belt.

Did she understand ? Yes Daddy, LittleM said quietly.

LittleM bent over the settee, as DaddyW got his paddle, he told us he had made that himself. I must say, it looked pretty good, holes drilled into it, it looked very solid and rather heavy. LittleM was told she would get 10 with the paddle. The first couple, LittleM took very well but as it began to hurt, she started to cry out a bit, a hand came around, it was immediately moved with a warning that if she did that again, she would get the cane. She never moved again. Next DaddyW helped her over his knee, the top of her body was lying over the settee, her head tucked into the corner, stuffie under one arm by her head. The hand spanking began, and DaddyW began lecturing her about being a good girl and doing as she was told, then he talked with us for a while. His hand spanking looked hard and fast as LittleM began ouching.

Soon it was time for her to go bare, this was something she didn’t want to do. Not in front of us. Grabbing her jeans and protesting, he slapped her hand away and slowly slid her jeans down, making her humiliation longer, slowly her panties were pulled down too, LittleM protesting again, then she was made to stand in front of the camera, her Daddy told her he wanted her friends to see her crimson bottom, a few little protests came from LittleM, until she was back over DaddyW’s knee. The hand spanking began once more, this time you could tell it was hurting, her legs kicked out a little, one hand came around but she never tried to protect her bottom. It was just there, sometimes going to hold DaddyW’s hand, put her hand over his waist, jeans or back. Anywhere except over her bottom.

My Daddy was watching intently, listening to DaddyW chastise his little, occasionally he would point things out, we both noticed that her bottom had old bruises over it, the combination of the crimson markings, some much darker than others, with the old lighter brown/yellow bruises was really pretty. I love bottoms looking like this, the fresh marks with older marks made such a stunning sexy picture. Then hearing the little ouches, muffled from the settee and stuffie, turned me on a lot too. I could tell Daddy was really concentrating whilst watching, listening, possibly learning new techniques, not that he needed any.

After what seemed a long time spanking LittleM her Daddy helped her up. Again she was positioned in front of the camera so we could see her crimson cheeks. DaddyW continued to talk to her, about her behaviour, about how she was being humiliated in front of her friends, even though this was what she asked for, she knew she would still be embarrassed.

DaddyW stood up then, beginning to take his belt off, “Bend over the settee Little, you know what to do,  I am going to use my belt as a reminder to you being a good girl. You will stay in position and show your friends how good you are.”

The belting began, hard and swift, LittleM was certainly feeling this. I saw her hand fist the settee, her other arm still hugged her stuffie. As it hurt more her hand began to twitch, DaddyW switched sides to ensure both cheeks were fully bruised and sore. His aim was perfect, just the bottom half of her bottom was bright red against the rest of her pale skin. Soon she began moving, her hand going back, DaddyW warned her that if she moved he would get the cane out, this seemed to be enough of a warning not to move again. And she stayed reasonably still until DaddyW finished.

When he was done, he told her to stand up and hugged her tightly. Turning her so we could see her deep crimson bottom. He rubbed her cheeks, kissing her, telling her she was a good girl and that she needed this spanking. He slowly pulled her panties up, then her jeans before telling her to sit down. LittleM looked really embarrassed when she sat down, not really looking at us, I noticed that she wasn’t sitting uncomfortably after her spanking, yet her bottom must be sore and tender. Maybe she’s more like me, enjoying the feeling, loving the sting and feeling the bruises. I usually wiggle around, kinda rolling my bum side to side to feel everything. Maybe that’s just me.

We sat and chatted some more,LittleM was very quiet for a while, holding her stuffie tightly, DaddyW tried to get her to tell us how it felt having us watch this spanking, but I think she was too embarrassed to explain. But DaddyW asked if we could do this again, maybe making it a weekly thing, but we will have to see if that’s possible or maybe every other Saturday when I’m with Daddy we could do it, or do skype three ways. For now we will continue chatting and await the next live spanking.

Swearing last week.


Last night I was going to the theatre with my Mother-in-law and her group of friends. I go with them all the time, it feels like I’ve been adopted as their daughter, by all of them. But it’s really nice and they are all lovely ladies.

They know about my disability but they’ve never seen me at my worst with my chronic pain.

The theatre we go to put on brilliant, hilarious shows, though last nights wasn’t, but the seats are more like church pews, very hard wooden seats with a tiny cushion and a very hard back. I’m often sore when we go, but as Master had said once, “You enjoy the shows, the company, the food. So if you need a few days rest to recover then so be it. You have to still live your life.”

But after having the last 2 months on sick leave, unable to go out at all, due to a shockingly bad flare up, I hoped it was finally over. Last week was the first time I’d been shopping, or just gone out, so I thought going to the theatre would be fine.

But by the time I got to the theatre I felt my back begin to pound and throb. Luckily my Mother-in-law had some diazepam in her bag so I took one, hoping this would ease the pain. It worked for half an hour, then the sharp spasm pains began. It was really hard sitting in the one awkward position before we could finally get up and leave the theatre.

Walking was extremely painful and I knew I was getting slower. One of the ladies took my handbag and walked with me, finally reaching the car was such a relief for me.

BUT, I couldn’t get in the car, my Mother-in-law has a high up car, with no side step, as I tried to get one leg up, I couldn’t then bend to get in. The lady with my bag suggested I kneel up first, so I tried that. It took me a few goes before I swore, “ Fudging hell.” as I fell, face forwards onto the car seat. Finally I was kneeling on the door frame, I turned my body into the footwell, facing the seat. From there I was able to pull myself up, turn and collapse into the seat. I felt so humiliated and ashamed of myself just not being able to climb into the car, my back was pounding as I got my seat belt on, the lady put my bag on the floor then carefully closed the door.

As we drove home I starting thinking about Daddy and about me swearing. I was so mad with myself as I’d been really good at not using bad language, I hadn’t said the f bomb in weeks. I may have said it in my head, but even that was rare.

I knew I had to tell Daddy, but I was scared of his response, and honestly, I was scared of having a mouth soaping. But mostly I felt like I had let him down, I’d let myself down and I was very disappointed in myself.

I decided when I got home that I was going to do my ‘arrived home safe’ message as a video. I needed to own up there and then. So holding the phone up, I firstly told him about the play, then chatted about the meal and the ladies before I told him. Explaining how I couldn’t get in the car and about me swearing. Suddenly all my emotions flooded out, as I began to cry, telling him over and over that I’d let him down, I’d ruined 2 really good weeks with this, that I was so so sorry. I stuttered, heaving deep breaths. Daddy was going to be so cross I thought as I continued the message, before saying night night and hanging up.

I went to bed with a heavy heart,  guilt is a terrible thing to drag you down. As I got into bed, the dogs finally settled, I hugged Minxsie bear, before finally going to sleep and I slept really well for once.

When I got up and woke up properly, I looked at my messages, I was nervous when I saw Daddy had left me a message, so I clicked play. I heard his reply, he understood why the f bomb slipped out, and as my Daddy he had to decide why the situation happened and if it warranted a punishment. On this occasion, knowing how bad the last 2 months had been, he was not going to punish me for it. If I had sworn in a road rage or just during a chat, that would be a different matter. He was not going to alter my behaviour chart, or even put in a comment about it. But young lady this does not mean I’m being a soft Daddy, left me tell you now, this is not a free pass for you to swear whenever you feel like it, you will feel the wrath of Daddy if you start swearing again. But for now, you have not let me down, you’ve not let yourself down or anything else.

I breathed deeply whilst I listened to him, relieved yet still upset with myself but grateful Daddy wasn’t cross with me. I guess sometimes on the very rare occasion, Daddy could forgive me for swearing but only on a very rare occasion. I just need to forgive myself now too.

I was surprised how upset I was, making me realise how much I wanted to please not just Master but Daddy too and how much better it feels being a good girl than a bratty girl always in trouble. Though I know the bratty side will come out at times but if it’s only every now and then I don’t think that’s too bad.

Cursing.

Swearing.

Last night I was going to the theatre with my Mother-in-law and her group of friends. I go with them all the time, it feels like I’ve been adopted as their daughter, by all of them. But it’s really nice and they are all lovely ladies.

They know about my disability but they’ve never seen me at my worst with my chronic pain.

The theatre we go to put on brilliant, hilarious shows, though last nights wasn’t, but the seats are more like church pews, very hard wooden seats with a tiny cushion and a very hard back. I’m often sore when we go, but as Master had said once, “You enjoy the shows, the company, the food. So if you need a few days rest to recover then so be it. You have to still live your life.”

But after having the last 2 months on sick leave, unable to go out at all, due to a shockingly bad flare up, I hoped it was finally over. Last week was the first time I’d been shopping, or just gone out, so I thought going to the theatre would be fine.

But by the time I got to the theatre I felt my back begin to pound and throb. Luckily my Mother-in-law had some diazepam in her bag so I took one, hoping this would ease the pain. It worked for half an hour, then the sharp spasm pains began. It was really hard sitting in the one awkward position before we could finally get up and leave the theatre.

Walking was extremely painful and I knew I was getting slower. One of the ladies took my handbag and walked with me, finally reaching the car was such a relief for me.

BUT, I couldn’t get in the car, my Mother-in-law has a high up car, with no side step, as I tried to get one leg up, I couldn’t then bend to get in. The lady with my bag suggested I kneel up first, so I tried that. It took me a few goes before I swore, “ Fudging hell.” as I fell, face forwards onto the car seat. Finally I was kneeling on the door frame, I turned my body into the footwell, facing the seat. From there I was able to pull myself up, turn and collapse into the seat. I felt so humiliated and ashamed of myself just not being able to climb into the car, my back was pounding as I got my seat belt on, the lady put my bag on the floor then carefully closed the door.

As we drove home I starting thinking about Daddy and about me swearing. I was so mad with myself as I’d been really good at not using bad language, I hadn’t said the f bomb in weeks. I may have said it in my head, but even that was rare.

I knew I had to tell Daddy, but I was scared of his response, and honestly, I was scared of having a mouth soaping. But mostly I felt like I had let him down, I’d let myself down and I was very disappointed in myself.

I decided when I got home that I was going to do my ‘arrived home safe’ message as a video. I needed to own up there and then. So holding the phone up, I firstly told him about the play, then chatted about the meal and the ladies before I told him. Explaining how I couldn’t get in the car and about me swearing. Suddenly all my emotions flooded out, as I began to cry, telling him over and over that I’d let him down, I’d ruined 2 really good weeks with this, that was so so sorry. I stuttered, heaving deep breaths. Daddy was going to be so cross I thought as I continued the message, before saying night night and hanging up.

I went to bed with a heavy heart,  guilt is a terrible thing to drag you down. As I got into bed, the dogs finally settled, I hugged Minxsie bear, before finally going to sleep and I slept really well for once.

When I got up and woke up properly, I looked at my messages, I was nervous when I saw Daddy had left me a message, so I clicked play. I heard his reply, he understood why the f bomb slipped out, and as my Daddy he had to decide why the situation happened and if it warranted a punishment. On this occasion, knowing how bad the last 2 months had been, he was not going to punish me for it. If I had sworn in a road rage or just during a chat, that would be a different matter. He was not going to alter my behaviour chart, or even put in a comment about it. But young lady this does not mean I’m being a soft Daddy, left me tell you now, this is not a free pass for you to swear whenever you feel like it, you will feel the wrath of Daddy if you start swearing again. But for now, you have not let me down, you’ve not let yourself down or anything else.

I breathed deeply whilst I listened to him, relieved yet still upset with myself but grateful Daddy wasn’t cross with me. I guess sometimes on the very rare occasion, Daddy could forgive me for swearing but only on a very rare occasion. I just need to forgive myself now too.

I was surprised how upset I was, making me realise how much I wanted to please not just Daddy but Master too and how much better it feels being a good girl than a bratty girl always in trouble. Though I know the bratty side will come out at times but if it’s only every now and then I don’t think that’s too bad.

Little Minxs Good Girl Chart.

Last Saturday evening Daddy and I skyped with another Dd/lg couple I have known for a good number of years, I met them chatting on SpankingTube. I will call them DaddyW and littleM. Daddy has since chatted via text or skype with DaddyW about their dynamic. He explained about the chart system they have, then LittleM explained how it was used and the benefits for it.

So my Daddy decided this was what we were going to do.

The day is split into morning, afternoon, evening, the box turns Green for all good behaviour, Yellow,  if I’ve received warnings or been told off and Red, if I’ve just been a total brat. Daddy writes small comments on how my behaviour has been in the box.

Its done on the computer so we can look back on previous weeks.

If I got all greens in a week, Daddy may let me have a little treat. ( An outfit from Build A Bear for Minxsie or a charm for my bracelet. )

But this week, Daddy will give me a much bigger treat if I manage to get all greens. He said. I’m getting you a new cuddlie because A…I love you loads….B…you’ve had a terrible few months with your back…C….as a treat and a point that you can be a good girl when you put your mind, heart and soul into it. So I will take you to Build A Bear and you can choose another bear and outfit. But don’t forget you have to be a good girl all week.

Hearing this news I really did feel like an excited little girl, oh I’ve gotta try real hard this week I thought.

When Daddy said he would buy me charms as a treat, I thought that seemed too expensive as a littles good girl reward, so I told Daddy.

He replied telling me (again) that if he wanted to spend his pennies on a charm that’s up to him. Its his choice, he told me.

Sending me the chart update, Daddy had changed the shade of green, to a more yellowy green colour. A warning to me, that I was close to getting a yellow, and to stop talking about money with him.

But this was so exciting as I’ve been wanting another cuddily for a while and another outfit for Minxsie. So I really have been on my best behaviour this week. Sometimes its been hard, I’ve nearly given him cheek, nearly thrown a tantrum, but I’ve stopped myself. I was on early bedtimes this week so I’ve made sure I was in bed for 7pm, colouring with only 1 red and blue pencil, as I was told, showing what you could do with only two colours, using shading, mixing the colours, for one hour each night then I was allowed to watch TV for one hour. And on

the dot, 9pm, I switched off the TV.

It has shown me that I can be good, that I can stop myself from arguing, being cheeky, cursing, being a brat. I can actually be a good girl. Not even needing to be a teeny weeny bit bratty for my own fun. But it’s been okay, I’ve not really missed that.

I couldn’t help myself going on the Build A Bear website and looking at their teddies, and I have found one I love. A purple and pink rabbit. And a white ballerinas outfit. I told Daddy I had looked coz I did wonder if that was a bit naughty but Daddy didn’t mind. If I can get this she’s gonna be called Marshmallow. I’ve one more day, until the week is up, then when Daddy can, he will take me shopping.

One more day, stay good for one more day Little Minxs, you can do it. You may surprise yourself and continue being good.