What’s happened in May.

My blog for May.

So May……..another month in lockdown……..well the first 2 weeks were……..now we are allowed a little more freedom. YIPPEE.  No longer in Lockdown, we are now in Stay Alert And Stay Safe. Meaning we are allowed to visit family, girlfriends/boyfriends, friends but if you do not live together, you still have to stay a safe 2 meters away from each other. Recommending people visit friends outside, in the garden or driveway, parks or beaches. Technically you cannot yet go visiting and go into someone else’s house. This is one rule I have kinda broken the law on, going into Mum and Dad’s house, though I wear a mask and gloves if I visit them, if the weather isn’t nice, it’s just not ideal for Mum to come outside. Unfortunately, she struggles to hear due to the mask muffling my voice, but I won’t go in without wearing them. I’ve not been in lockdown for over 8 weeks to slip up now.

But with this freedom, means the inconsiderate, ‘I can do what I like’ idiots doing more stupid things. Bank Holiday Monday, yesterday, a beautiful day, E went shopping for me and had a drive, Formby and Ainsdale were gridlocked, people driving to the beach. Parking anywhere, even though the police closed the main road to Ainsdale beach, people chose to park on pavements, the roundabout, on double yellow lines. My mother-in-law said someone knocked on a neighbors door to ask if they could park in their drive. They were told not to politely told to F**k Off. Then in town, cafes opened, putting tables and chairs outside, next to each other. The cafe owners should be fined for this. People just sitting side by side, as if there was no such thing of this Covid19 killer disease. I know people want life to get back to normal, if normal will ever be the same again, I want the freedom again, go out for a meal, go to the theatre, cinema, meet my theatre girls and most importantly, meet up properly with Daddy and Miss Adira. But I won’t until we are allowed and even then, I will still be very cautious and probably will still wear a mask for a long time after. My health is poor, Mums and my Mother-in-law’s health is even worse, so I will not put any of us at risk. Nevermind the rest of the family. I doubt cinemas, theatres or pubs, restaurants will open until late on in the year, but I won’t be going, there’s no way you can be a safe distance away from each other. Maybe I’m paranoid, maybe I’m taking it too over seriously, I don’t know. Yes, you can go shopping without masks and gloves, trying to stay away from other people but I’d rather have that extra security blanket.

Anyway, enough of this darn Covid19.

What else has happened this month?

Firstly it was Daddy’s birthday, and it was horrible knowing we couldn’t go and see him, can’t celebrate as we would normally. Even worse, the presents he had asked for, was arriving after his birthday. Even though I’d ordered them early. I was being a bit hypocritical to myself, I didn’t want Daddy to buy a new motorbike, and I will admit I wasn’t best impressed when he told me he had bought himself a new one. So when he asked for things for his bike, I suppose I shudda said no, I’m not buying anything for that thing I don’t like. But seeing how chuffed he was with it, almost like he had got his mojo back, how could I refuse to see him this happy. All I ask is for Daddy to tell me when he’s home safe and well. So I bought him 2 things for his bike, a Tank Saddle Bag and Panniers. Ages ago, he found a silver chain he liked for himself, but he had said don’t buy that, the 2 things for my bike is enough. But I surprised him and bought it, he was made up. But they arrived a week after his birthday. I picked a nice card for him, which at least arrived on time and he loved it. Wrapped his presents, along with Masters present, boxed it up, and posted it to Daddy. So a few days later he came home from work to find a big box just for him. So it was a bit like he was having a second birthday. Miss Adira videoed him opening his presents, which was really nice, at least we were able to enjoy that.

Then a week later, it was my birthday. I’m now into the second half of a century, OMG, 51, so old. But at least I don’t feel 51 in my head, in my body I’m about 91 LOL. 

The day before, Master gave me a box, telling me I had to open it now, even though it was a day early. I usually have a strict rule that no one opens presents before their birthday. But Daddy had also told me I had to open this there and then. Master videoed it to send to Daddy and Miss Adira. It was a difficult box to open and I soon realised why. There was a card, with flowers inside it. The card was made of a plastic sort of material, in the shape of a box, with a window, revealing real flowers, inside the box was a little oasis, to put the water. I have never seen anything look so pretty, I missed giving Daddy a big thank you hug. 

My Birthday was on the Thursday, the Monday before was when the government changed the Lockdown to Stay Safe And Stay Sensible. So in the morning, Dad phoned, asking if I was coming to see them, I wasn’t actually planning on going but I knew they would want to see me, so I got myself ready then drove to see Mum and Dad, I messaged my in-laws first, asking if they wanted me to come to them as they only live around the corner from Mum’s, they said no, they fancied a drive so would be around later that day. 

Two carers were visiting Mum, from the centre she normally goes to on a Tuesday and Thursday, for Dementia/Alzheimer sufferers, as it’s closed due to Lockdown, giving Dad a bit of a break as he has found the lockdown hard. It was nice actually because the carers plus Mum and Dad all sang Happy Birthday when I arrived. I stayed for an hour or two, then headed home. Both Master and E were working from home so I didn’t see much of them. Soon my in-laws came round so we had a long chat over the garden fence, Master came down for a break and join in on the chat. About 4 pm, E’s girlfriend, I, came round with flowers and choccie, she knows how to win my heart, the two of them had given me money, so I’ve bought a Pandora bracelet. Master and E came outside and we all chatted with her, God I miss this girl, she is so so lovely, and I do class her as my daughter. She always makes me laugh and smile, we can chat for hours, I feel very lucky E has found such a wonderful girl. Then it was time for the birthday dinner, steak, chips and salad, made by my talented chef, Master.

A bit before this though, Daddy had an idea, Miss Adira was finishing work a bit early, so he wondered if they could drive over to see me, he said he can’t not see me and now the law changed it meant you were allowed to travel a little, so it was okay. So after dinner, Daddy and Miss Adira came round, again just chatting over the garden fence. It was torturous not being able to say hi, thank you, miss you, Happy Birthday (for Daddy) with a hug and a kiss, just hold them, feel them touching me. I don’t know if this was worse than actually not seeing them. It was like, there’s your new toy, but you can’t have it or play with it. Now Daddy is paying for a new tattoo for my birthday, but he bought me a present as well. I knew what it was, just didn’t know which one. I wanted to begin collecting these Funko Pops, Miss Adira has loads of them, E has started collecting them too. I was a big big fan of Steve Irwin, I’m fascinated with alligators, crocodiles and snakes and what he did was just wild, (if I live again, I’d love a job like his.) Ages ago Master showed me these Pops of him, one holding a croc, one holding a turtle. I really wanted the croc, but Daddy had managed to get both. Saying the turtle one was the most difficult one to get. I loved them, think I’ve got the perfect place for them where I can add to them, so I really was made up.

Now Miss Adira had posted something to me early, telling Master to keep hold of it until my big day. I had no clue about this or what it was, she hadn’t asked me what I wanted so it was a complete mystery. Master videoed me opening another tricky box. Inside was a beautifully shaped heart box, I was still flummoxed as I fought with this darn box. (I am one of these people that open things carefully, looking at everything LOL) I got it open, seeing some dried red rose petals against black tissue paper. Pulling it all out carefully, I found this beautiful red rose. It was a Forever Rose, just beginning to bloom. Somehow the rose had been shaped into a heart, it had sparkles over it, encased inside a glass dome. The most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen, Miss Adira has some of these from their son, I always admire them, for once I was speechless. It was priceless and went straight onto the mantlepiece next to the other one she had bought me for Xmas. Right next to my card/flowers and their photo.

When they came to see me, I showed Miss Adira the rose, as she had bought it online, she said it took a long long time to choose this one, the shape, the colour, and sparkles were just perfect for me. God, I wanted to hug her tightly, hug both of them tightly. Seeing them, face to face, finished my day perfectly, we chatted for well over an hour before they said their goodbyes. It really has been a special day, even if it wasn’t what we would normally do. We can celebrate properly when we are allowed to visit and play.

So April’s blog, what’s been going on.

Whilst the world is still in chaos, fighting this evil virus, us, the people are still trying to live as normally as possible. I will start by saying I hope you are all staying safe, keeping a safe distance from others, and following the guidelines set by the government from your country.

As for little old me, life has been pretty normal, other than Master working from home every day, not just Friday and our son being furlowed so he’s either asleep or stuck on his Xbox, coming down for food and drink.

As most businesses are closed, that also meant our dog groomer was unable to come and our Muffin Moo Moo, a Cavachon, her fur is more like a King Charles Cavalier’s fur and gets terribly matted whereas her brother Dave has fur more like a Bichon Frise, he looks like he has a perm. Never knotty. Anyway we’ve ended up buying a dog grooming kit, I’m gonna watch some YouTube videos helping me learn how to do it. In the meantime I’ve had to bath them twice so far and poor Muffi has had tight areas of matted fur. I’ve had to cut away, try to comb it away. Her skin looked sore but the vets are only taking emergency appointments, otherwise, I would have to take a photo of the sore area, then the vet would phone if I needed medication for her, I would then go to the vets, knock on the door where a bag of medication would be handed out through the door. Payment by card only. So I decided I just had to remove the matted areas as best as I could do. This took over 3 days as I didn’t want her sore everywhere. I’ve no idea if I’m going to be able to use these clippers but I’ve gotta try it.

One thing that has been awful, is my back. Without a dryer, I’m drying the laundry on an airer or the radiators, without a dishwasher, I’m having to wash the pots by hand. Now before anyone says well they are pretty standard chores, yes they are. Unless you have 6 degenerative discs, nerve damage, and a load of other medical issues. Doing just these chores are bad enough.

Now include doing the cleaning, brushing and mopping the floor, I’m refusing to hoover the stairs, one of the boys will have to do that. It’s reminded me why I now have a cleaner. Bathing the dogs was a killer so I had to get E to help as Master was working.

The boys are helping me, which I really appreciate, but I still find I try to do it all myself, especially as Master is still working and E doesn’t get up til around noon. I’d have the jobs done before then.

Then there’s the food shopping, I usually would do this by delivery, but it seems impossible to get one. I’m also doing shopping for the old folk, my parents and inlaws. My Mum has been classed as high risk so Dad is able to get an immediate shop delivered but sometimes he will need a few items, my inlaws somehow manage to get a delivery slot for a supermarket but I know they go online, frequently throughout the days to check the deliveries for any of our supermarkets. They have been lucky enough to actually get one. But they often need a few bits if I’m going. I must admit I couldn’t be bothered scouring the delivery slots until I got one.

One thing I’ve had to do this month is to use my disability for my own advantage, something I don’t like doing. But whenever I go to the shop, the queue is really long, and I knew I couldn’t stand in the queue for half an hour before getting to the shop. So as usual,  taking my walking stick with me as all the trolleys are kept inside the shop to keep them clean, I’ve asked if I can go straight in as I won’t be able to stand in the queue then go shopping.

Luckily I know most of the staff in Tesco, and they have seen me when I’ve seized up, unable to walk. They’ve seen me use the Motability scooter shoppers so they know I’m not lying just to get to the front of the queue.

Like I said I would never use my disability in this way normally. And I hate asking for help.

E has helped with the shopping, he will do ours, as it’s a bigger shop whilst I do the old folks shop. But pushing the trolley around is extremely painful at the moment, having lots of twinges, making my left leg feel numb and throbbing.

But all that is insignificant compared to what is happening in the world.

One thing I know for certain is I’m missing our extended family, Daddy, Miss Adira, their son C and all the crazy pets. Not seeing them since early February has been really difficult. It was Daddy’s Birthday yesterday, the gifts he wanted from me were from Amazon but the delivery was late so I didn’t get them until Friday, So I packed up mine and Master’s presents then Master arranged a collection for the big box to be posted, so at least Daddy will get his presents within the week.

Though I wasn’t happy with Daddy this month as he began talking about getting a motorbike again. He’d seen one he really liked, the price was good and he trusted the dealer who was selling it and next thing I know he’d organized a deal and was picking it up 2 days later. As you may tell I’m not a fan of motorbikes, think they are dangerous, too fast and just don’t really like them, plus I can’t ride with him but I know Daddy has really missed riding a bike. I felt guilty telling him I didn’t want him to get one but at the end of the day, he’s a grown-up, he doesn’t drive fast and he says he is a very careful driver. The main reason I really didn’t want him to get one is he has arthritis in both hands and wrists and when he had the old bike, he really struggled so I’m worried this may happen again. He says the positioning is different from the other bike so his wrists aren’t bent like they were so I guess I just have to trust him and hope it doesn’t happen again. 

So all this in the last month, no doubt the following months will be very similar. This year has to be the one year we should forget but know full well we will never forget it. My Mum says “It’s a bit like me telling you about what it was like at the end of WW2, the ration books, helping each other, rebuilding their lives, by the time you have older grandchildren, you will tell be telling them about the virus that affected the entire world.”  This is very true and more poignant for Mum saying this as for once she’s remembered what is going on with this virus, as her dementia is getting worse. So hearing her say that really brought it home for me. 

The end of 2019 and the start of 2020 have been bad years healthwise for Master, Miss Adira and myself, chest infections that refused to go away and Miss Adira damaging her shoulder. Never imagining what came next would affect every country in the world. So far we’ve been very very lucky that neither families have had the scare of this virus, keeping our old folk safe in lockdown our main concern. The numbers are dropping very very slowly in England, hopefully this won’t encourage people going out unnecessarily as we only need one person in that contagious, unknowing period to start it spreading once more. And maybe this is the time to reflect, to think about others not just about ourselves, make the world a better place. And hope we will all see an ending very very soon.  

Stay safe fellow bloggers and dear readers xx

Manho’s blog for February.

Manho’s Blog

 

So my avid readers, it’s been a while since my last blog so I thought it was time for a little catch up, so Christmas and New Year has past and all in all its been a rather quiet start to this year, not much has happened. Little Minxs has been, well, let’s say a reasonably good girl, although she has had her moments and I would say is long overdue for a good bloody spanking, but I am debating whether it should be a fun spanking or a punishment spanking, we shall see. Although both Little Minxs and Piggy had a good spanking session a week ago and was rather quite arousing to see my two girls playing and what not. 

Now as for me, I may have got me in troubles a little, for lord only knows what for and when Master and Little Minxs came to see me and Piggy a week ago, I was apparently due a prodding with the cattle prod Piggy had got as a Christmas present from Master. Now let me say this for the record, that shit hurts like a son of a bitch and only had a prod once on Boxing Day when we visited Master and Little Minxs and trust me I did not like it at all. Must admit I don’t like receiving a  spanking punishment either, cause if I’m honest, I am a whimp. Anyhow Master asked me to give him a suitable replacement punishment instead of a prodding with the cattle prod, so stupidly I suggested using one of piggy’s anal plugs wearing it all day whilst I was at work, with that said Master agreed and I had to take photos every two hours and send them to Little Minxs as proof.

The following Monday I got up at bit earlier, knowing I had to stick an anal plug up me bum. So I had the lube and plug ready the night before in the bathroom, I goes into the bathroom, does me teeth and what not, then lubed up the anal plug and god all mighty, trying to negotiate getting the plug up me bum was an experience. Now being honest I am not the smallest of peoples and trying to stick the bloody plug in was an experience that nearly bloody killed me, I ended up several times nearly falling into the bath, trying to get the plug in and I am not talking about the bath plug either. Eventually the plug managed to find its was up the bum so I thought. job done and start to walk onto the landing to get dressed and after literally two steps, the bloody thing fell out, so again I had the messing about trying to stick the plug in the hole. Finally job done, I go to get dressed and again the thing fell out, for F@*k sake I muttered, again I got it back up. I got meself dressed and finished off what I needed to do, still feeling this dam plug slipping out. So after about 15-20 minutes I felt a little sick and a couple of minutes after that, my head was in the white porcelain goddess, gagging and being a little sick. I thought nope, I can’t do this and pulled the plug out. Now I know this was a replacement punishment and I spoke with Little Minxs that morning and explained what had happened, she was giggling at my misfortune, evil Little Minxs she was. So I sent a video message to Master with regards my incident shall we say, with the anal plug and I don’t think he was impressed. A little while later I received a message from Master and it read, I have to wear a bra and knickers and stand outside a pub and take a photo with just these on and the photo must include the signage as well, this must be done and sent by the 7th March. I have to now do these pictures and 10 of them by the 7th March! Bollocks is all I am going to say with that.

Anyway I must now plan what public houses I am going to take these photos from and ensure they are submitted to Master before the 7th, I will let you know how I get on, until next time…….

An evening with my Doms/Domme on Saturday night.

Evening with Master, Daddy and Miss Adira, last Saturday.

Arriving later than planned, I had to say hi to the petting zoo first before giving Miss Adira a hello kiss. She looked very sexy in a tight black skirt, a black vest top with a purple bra showing underneath. Sitting next to her on the sofa was her new wooden spoon. I had a sneaking suspicion it was out for me.
The night before, as usual I was very tired, and you all know by now what happens when I’m tired. I become a major brat.
I hadn’t had a nap, so Miss Adira told me that apparently she went off her head, flew off her chair to go to him, and went mad, she was furious. Daddy said, Even I would never ever whatever her. It’s like a death wish. That’s when I realised I was in trouble.
So the spoon was for me. And she wanted to use it straight away. She made us all a coffee, Master put his YouTube on and I was instructed to go into the kitchen. Now C, their son was home, the kitchen window open, so I was told I had to be quiet. Bent over, skirt up I leant on the windowsill. At first she started by telling me she would not accept anyone whatevering her, had Daddy told you about the guy at work ? I said, erm yes, I realised then that was one thing you would not tolerate.
She asked me to pick a number, can’t remember the numbers she told me but I went with 2, I think. She thought for a minute and said 40. I’m sure she just picked a number out of the blue. We will do them in sets of 10, she said.
I’ve not had fun or punishment spankings for quite a while so that first whack stung like crazy. Fortunately she let me grab my butt on quite a few occasions before saying, I don’t allow fidgeting do I ? No sorry. I stuttered. A quick break after the first 10 and she did the next 10. I think I managed to stay still’ish, I can’t remember. on one occasion it was so hard I blurted out, OW SH*T. Did you just swear then ? She asked, amused. Don’t you have a rule with Daddy that you are not allowed to swear ? I looked at her, my eyes pleading, don’t make me tell Daddy, please.
Another break, Right I think we will count now, for every even number, I’m sorry Miss Adira, for every odd number, I will tell Daddy that I swore. Of course by the time she finished telling me, I’d forgotten it all. So she went through it again. Of course the first swat came, the pain made my head go blank, and I forgot what to say. Luckily Miss Adira knows what I’m like for forgetting it, so she helped me out, then I got the hang of it. Then the next 10. Each swat taking my breath away.
I have always said this but I do find it infuriating that your pain threshold drops when you aren’t spanked regularly. And this was bad. But Miss Adira doesn’t play around during a spanking, play is very hard, punishment, even harder. There is no other way.
Finally the 40 was over, I stood up ready to give Miss Adira a kiss, Erm it’s not finished, your getting a maintenance spanking. Being a submissive herself, though she is not as bratty as I am, she knows the need, want, desire for a regular spanking. She also knows my behaviour only gets worse when I don’t get either a maintenance or play spanking. And she knows I’ve not had either for a few months.
She pointed back to the windowsill, I bent over, arms by the window. Then she began, taking my breath away again. Trying the other side of the spoon, it made a thunderous sound but she didn’t like that much. So she went to the utensils pot and picked out a rubber spatula, the first hit with that and I nearly jumped through the window. Oh you like this one, I musta picked the wrong one for your punishment. She said, I could hear a smirk in her voice. She went from spoon to spatula, not sure how many I got, but I know my butt felt bruised and very tender. She asked me to bend over further so she could aim for my sit spots, she loves to get them, she knows you feel it for longer there. But I’ve got to admit, it was a very familiar, very nice feeling, once the spanking pain ended of course. Kisses and cuddles followed with a knowledge of her forgiveness and my knowledge of never, ever saying whatevs to her again.
The next part of the evening was great, we were going to order pizzas but lord were they expensive when you buy sides along with pizzas, so we decided on chinese. I phoned Daddy, asked him what he wanted and could he pick it up on the way home from work, as he was leaving work now. He said Phone the order through, tell them we will pick it up for 6.30pm, I will come home, get changed and pick you up, so you can come with me. So I wrote everyone’s order down, phoned and ordered, soon Daddy arrived, got changed, then it was near enough time to go, so we left, as usual it was very busy but phoning the order was much better as we have been known to be there 45 minutes before we got our food. But it is a very nice chip shop, so no wonder it’s always busy.
Daddy wasn’t very chatty in the chippy, I think he was very tired, had a very busy day, not eating of course wouldn’t have helped, to which I told him off. You are allowed a lunch break, in fact it’s against the law not to have your breaks so please do not do that again. No breakfast, no lunch, is not good for you. I told him. He tried to brush it under the carpet but I said, If I had done that, you wudda been furious with me, he nodded, So please think about your health, food and breaks are important. I finished the lecture then. I had to own up about swearing earlier, so I quickly told him about my spanking and swearing. He wasn’t happy but he didn’t say much.
Getting home we all sat and enjoyed our meal, watching FaceOff. Doesn’t matter how many times I’ve watched it, it’s one of my favs, John Travolta looking damn sexy as normal and Nicholas Cage, who plays a mad man excellently, but who I also find very attractive, but that accent of his, omg it’s so sexy. Looking it up online, I found it’s a Californian accent, excellent film and actors, which are very pleasing on the eye.
Then we watched Paris With Love, I was feeling more tired so must admit I dozed quite a bit. Miss Adira wanted to give Master a massage so went to get some baby oil. She was a little drunk so was becoming a bit more pushy. She asked if I told Daddy about me swearing, I said yes, and what did he say, she asked, I said not much. She looked at Daddy as if to say what are you doing ? You’re letting her get away with swearing ? But Daddy seemed oblivious. A bit later, she said that she thought Daddy should have a massage, again he seemed unaware of the conversations going on around him. I was too tired to give one anyway, but she told him again. Eventually, she just told him to take his top off and get a massage, She passed the baby oil to him, so he went to pass it to me, I just said No, I just wanted to sleep. Feeling Miss Adira’s eyes on him, he said it again, this went on for a few minutes until he went upstairs to get some paddles. Then asked me again. I was close to shouting at them all, but just said no. Right stand up right now, he said firmly, I I kept refusing, until he told me again, the voice came out, you know you’ve pushed too far when the voice comes out. So I stood up, he wanted me to bend over the settee, but I hate getting a spanking in front of everyone, so I asked if we could go in the kitchen as it was really hot in the living room. He agreed so I ended up bent over, holding onto the windowsill once more. He had brought down the hard leather hand paddle and a paddle similar to a vampire paddle. Both are seriously hard and I don’t like either. Daddy certainly wanted to make a point, I’d embarrassed him in front of the others. Well someones already made a mark on your backside, was this Miss Adira’s work ? He asked. Yes I muttered. Then he began, and like Miss Adira’s punishment, he wanted me to remember this one and there was no messing about. At one point I felt his toes over my left foot, I wondered why, until I started fidgeting. Then he put a little bit of weight down, so I couldn’t move my foot and leg, then I couldn’t try to get away. It was actually a good tactic, because I am a mover. Though not with Miss Adira coz she is super strict about any movement during any spanking. I had to count the last 10, and after the 10th swat, I got up and went towards Daddy for a hug,  Erm you haven’t finished your count, he said. 10, I told him, my voice sarcastic. Right bend over, don’t speak like that to me. NOW. He ordered. I had to do my count again and I made sure my voice sounded apologetic. Daddy certainly made sure I knew my behaviour was not acceptable. And I certainly felt it.

Back in the living room massages were still being done, I began tickling Daddy’s back, then Miss Adira said, I think you can do Daddy’s massage now. She told Daddy to take his top off, so I gave him a massage. After a while she said, I’m missing out, I want Aurora to massage my back. Daddy moved so DiDi got into his position. I’m partial to my boobs getting a nice massage too, she told me.

Whilst I gave her the massage she asked Daddy to massage her feet. He wasn’t impressed with this, we all could tell she was a bit drunk. She began demanding that Daddy massaged her feet, eventually he gave in, knowing she wouldn’t stop until she got what she wanted. I always enjoy massaging, stroking DiDi’s boobs and I know she loves it.

After some time went by, Miss Adira said I was the only one who hadn’t had a massage, so told Daddy to give me a back and boob massage. Taking her place I took my top and bra off and enjoyed the massage. Then I suddening remembered something.

Oh poo, I’ve not done Miss Adira’s poses or make me smile pic or vid. And It’s not that I’ve not sent them, I had not done them. Master had just got up, I like to do them on my own. So I left it for the time being. I went to bed about 9am, in the hope to get some sleep, never happened but coz I’ve normally done it by now, I never gave it another thought. Now when I next looked over at Master and DiDi, Master was looking at the shoehorn I gave DiDi a few weeks ago. I looked at DiDi, I’ve not sent you my poses have I ? She shook her head, Or make me smile, she said. It’s not that I’ve not sent them, I’ve not done them. I told her, a sinking, sick feeling came into my tummy. So not only did you whatevs me, you’ve not done my poses or my make me smile ? She said. Erm yes, Master got up just as I was going to do them, then I went to bed, I forgot then. I told her. It sounded like a pathetic excuse. Hmmmmm, she said.

Now many moons ago, a good friend on SpankingTube @Ditzy247, would always get a terrible spanking with a shoehorn. She told me she bought them from IKEA. So what do I do, I buy 2 when I next go to IKEA. They’d never been used, which is why I decided Miss Adira would probably enjoy this new toy.

But whilst Miss Adira took the shoehorn off Master, he took it back and said, It’s only fair that you experience this new toy first. She looked at him, No, you’ve not tried all your toys. I think you need to try it though, just so you know how it feels. He told her, standing up. Come on, he said pointing to the settee.  Miss Adira stood up, there was no mention of dropping her jeans so she bent over. Master struck her, it looked hard. No flinch from DiDi. He did it again harder, and again no flinch. A few more harder strikes and I think she eventually gave an ouchie.

Master and Daddy went to the kitchen to sort out what things we were taking home, leaving Miss Adira to say, As you didn’t do poses and make me smile I think 8 with this is enough.  I looked shocked, No please, 6. I replied. 7 then, DiDi told me. You don’t do odd numbers ever though. I whinged. Okay, well 8 then, she said standing up. Waving the shoehorn towards the settee, so I got up, walked to the settee, You know I don’t do over clothes, ever. She said. Throwing a dirty look at her, I lifted my skirt and bent over. The first hit made me gasp and rub my bum, Come on, DiDi said. Doing a lighter one, it was followed by another strong hit. It took my breath away. I understood why Ditzy wanted to hide her shoehorn now. Light then hard, light then hard until the 8 were over. Trust me, these were nice compared to what I got from Sir, she said. 

I’ve now come to the conclusion, firstly, Do Not say whatevs to DiDi, second, Do Not refuse a task from Daddy and lastly, hide or throw out that flipping shoehorn.

 

New rules and tasks.

New rules and tasks.

 

Firstly I have to apologise for my absence, as you know it’s a busy time of year, plus I’m doing a picture for someones Christmas present, not sure if you’ve ever seen these pictures advertised on Instagram or Facebook. They are called Painting With Diamonds. It’s similar to Paint By Numbers. Basically you’ve a picture printed on an adhesive canvas, it has many many squares with different colour codes. Your job is to stick “diamonds” onto each square to create a vibrant mosaic painting.

It’s very relaxing and I’m actually able to do it without causing myself more pain. 

It was funny a few months ago, I bought 2 online and was just waiting for them to arrive, takes about 6 weeks as they are from China. Miss Adira said I’ve bought you a present and I’ve got one for myself. It was a diamond painting from a craft shop. I started laughing and said “I’ve just bought 2 of these, I’m waiting for them to arrive.” We hadn’t talked about them, ever, yet we always know what we would like. It’s nice that we now can chat about each others picture. I’ve asked for a custom one made of our dogs and a lovely picture of a sunset through a wine glass for Christmas but they are very big, so may take some time to do. But I don’t mind. Miss Adira is doing a big one at the moment and said it will take months to finish, but they’re almost addictive once you start, you just can’t stop doing more and more.

I’m doing this picture for somebody’s Christmas present, so my focus has been that rather than writing blogs.

 

Let me tell you about the new rules Daddy has set.

Ask permission to go out, this does not apply to going shopping, doing tasks or walking the dogs.

Ask permission to drink alcohol, at anytime.

I’d noticed that every time I went out or had a drink, Daddy would say, “You’ve not asked to go out or to drink alcohol.” So I asked him if this was something he wanted to add into his rules, he said “Yes.” This was 2 weeks ago, so far I’ve not remembered to ask, but Daddy had given me a pass but from now on, he will not let me off. I’ve got to try really hard to remember this now.

But I do like these rules, it makes me feel even more ‘little’ having to ask to go out or drink, Daddy will also know what I’m doing and when. I can almost feel him with me, watching me, listening to what I’m saying, it feels like a reminder not to swear too. 

The new task came from Daddy and Miss Adira.

They both want me to start baking, my first attempt were cupcakes, not very successful. The cakes were baked a bit too long and the icing was runny. The second attempt was slightly better, the cakes were ok but the icing was still runny. But everyone enjoyed them. The next baking session was chocolate crispy cakes. Sounds simple, something you make with your kids when they are very young.

But this was not simple for me though, I remembered Mum had a great recipe for crispy cakes, and over the years we converted it into a hot chocolate sauce to go with ice cream. Unfortunately with Mum’s dementia and Dad’s general old age memory they did not remember us using it to make chocolate crispy cakes. So I had to just budge it and hope. So I made it but I suspected it hadn’t worked. And I was right. The next day I looked at them in the fridge and it had gone soggy. I had to throw the lot out. Drove quickly to Tesco to buy Mars bars and tried to make Mars Bar Crispy Cakes. Now stupidly I never looked at the recipe Master found, I just melted the Mars bars in the microwave, which went gloopy, mixed the rice crispies as best I could, put it in the tray then put it in the fridge. 

A couple of hours later, we had to go to Daddy’s, so I somehow, broke the crispy cakes into some sort of slices, put them in the box and took them round. Now I have to be honest, they were really nice, chewy, crunchy but not tons of flavour. But the good thing was, Daddy, Miss Adira and their son C, loved them. 

Then they decided I was to make a Victoria sponge cake for the next visit, which is today. It’s been a v long time since I made this, so hunted for a recipe, found one, bought all the ingredients then began. And I must admit, so far so good. I weighed the mixture into 2 cake tins, and put them in the oven.

After tidying the kitchen, leaving the ingredients out for the frosting, I did the best thing about making a cake. I licked the bowl clean, the spoons and spatulas. Yummie.

Getting the cakes out was a bit of a task, the first one stuck so it broke a bit but I got the second one out easier. Then left them to cool.

Time for the frosting, now I did ask Miss Adira if I could just buy ready made frosting, but no surprise she said no. So I read up the recipe, when the cake was cold I plopped the broken one on the base of the cake box I bought, melted some raspberry jam so it spread easily over the cake,  then made the frosting. And this worked well too. I mixed it by hand, this will give me some muscles in my arms, then gave it a blast with the hand mixer. There seemed to be a lot of frosting, but I followed the recipe, filled the middle and there was half left still. I put the other cake on top and decided to cover the entire thing, just to use the frosting up.

When I’d finished I noticed it was melting a bit so I got it in the fridge  and left it to set. Looking at it today, it looks okay, yes its wonky, bit like the Leaning Tower Of Pisa, yes there’s loads of frosting but it looked alright. I took some photos and sent them to the group chat, Muss Adira’s first comment was, “It’s not straight……..”, Daddy’s comment, “What is that?”. To which I said, “Right you’re not getting this cake now.” Obviously they will, I hope everyone likes it.

Miss Adira has already decided on the next cake as it’s her birthday soon, so she wants a chocolate fudge cake. Omg, that’s making the cake, frosting and ganache. I’ve found a fairly simple recipe, so I’m to make it for 2 weeks today. Wish me luck guys.

 

My sentence.

My sentence.

Miss Adira video called just before 4pm yesterday. We had a quick chat, then she asked if I wanted to know my consequence first or do my spelling. I chose my spellings and was very pleased to get 10/10.

We chatted some more, about general stuff and it felt like Miss Adira was holding onto the suspense for as long as possible. Until I eventually asked what it was.

Then the evil chuckle began, I knew she had thought of something tricky. She said this idea just popped into her head last night, get your notebook ready, I want you to write something down. I waited til she spoke. The first line;

I will not be a brat..   the second line;

I will heed Miss Adira’s warnings.

Then she told to write all the letters of the alphabet going downwards. Showing me what she meant.

A  E I  M Q U  Y

B  F J  N R V  Z

C  G K  O S W

D  H L  P T X

Then she told me to write blue next to the top line, Black on second row, Red next, finally Purple on the last row.

A  E I  M Q U  Y ……BLUE

B  F J  N R V  Z ……BLACK

C  G K  O S W ……..RED

D  H L  P T X ……….PURPLE

So when you write your lines, I want each letter that particular colour. I want 2 pages, no 1 page, 2 sides, every other day for a week. Starting Monday, then Wednesday, Friday and Sunday. I think by the time you’ve finished this, it will have sunk into your brain, not to be bratty with me because you will not get away with it. I huffed, puffed an tutted as I wrote it down, growling at her as she chuckled evilly, a smirk on her face.

We chatted for a bit longer then she had to go back to work.

Later that day I spoke with Daddy about me swearing at Miss Adira. He said right I’ve decided what your consequence will be. I want 10 reasons why you should not use naughty language to my Mistress and 10 reasons why you should not be disrespectful and naughty for your Daddy. These all have to be different reasons. I’ve already been warned that if I continue my knarky brattiness, it will be 20 reasons. This has to be done by Saturday.

Must admit this is a tough one not to repeat the same thing. 

Waiting for my sentence.

Awaiting my sentence.

So last night, well yesterday afternoon too, my mouth got the better of me, I was tired and as usual when I’m tired I get narky, I get bratty and I don’t have a stop button until it’s too late. Plus I don’t tend to get like this to Master or Miss Adira, mainly because I know they will not stand for it. And Master is home with his drawer of toys so by the end of the evening, I’d be in bed early, crying, with a very sore backside. But I would never be this way when I was with them, for the same reason. I feel safe acting out on WhatsApp, silly I know.

Don’t get me wrong, I love a sore bottom, from a fun spanking not from a punishment.

But as life gets in the way, I’ve not had a maintenance spanking in quite some time. The decision made was that Daddy and Miss Adira would join together and give me one on every visit unless they are alone. Then that person does it. But the intention was to ensure I get one every visit. Apparently I’m told, my behaviour becomes much worse without it.

Anyway my usual non sleeping got me really stroppy. But also the bedtime rules get on my nerves a lot. 

So originally, I was to have a snooze, IF I feel tired. Without the snooze, I was to have an early bedtime. 8pm instead of 9pm. Now I know what I’m like, I know I will fight going for a snooze. Also fight the 8pm bedtime. Even though I know it’s for my best interests to have a snooze,  even though I know I should, I need it, I will feel better catching up on some sleep. Yet my head fights the fact why I have to be told to sleep. why can’t it be my choice. Of course I know the answer to this, this is what I chose, what I want and need.

Yet the brat in me wants to choose myself, not be told to go for a snooze like a child. Like the brat I was behaving like now.

Also, it was my decision to ask Miss Adira to amend these rules to ALWAYS have a snooze. Whether for sleep or just rest. It was my decision to say if I don’t have a snooze then I should have an early bedtime. Only Friday and Saturday night didn’t apply, though it was still normal bedtime. Any later in the night and I’m a bad tempered, bratty, cheeky girl.

So back to yesterday…………….

Firstly I was chatting with Daddy on the WhatsApp live thing, having a lovely chat. I was knackered, even though I had a good sleep. He could tell I was, so suggested, not an order, just a suggestion, that I go for a snooze. Well I jumped down his throat, speaking very disrespectfully, rude and disgraceful. Daddy’s face went cold, choosing to end the conversation, knowing if he didn’t then this would become a whole lot worse.

I didn’t speak with Daddy for the rest of the day. I missed his call on the way home.

But I was still in a mood, though I was keeping it away from Master. Miss Adira became the next person to get the brunt of my mood.

It started with Miss Adira asking if all tasks were starting again as I’d been ill the week before.  I replied Yes M’am. Then she asked, Are we going back to no nap…..early bed. I asked if this was open to discussion. ( Even though we’ve had this discussion many times and it’s always stayed set. ) Miss Adira asked what I was proposing. I didn’t know. Why ? Because I was too tired to think about it. She replied, how can we discuss it if you have no proposition. 

I know what I wanted, I wanted this stupid rule scrapped, but I couldn’t say that to Miss Adira. Mainly because I knew I would flip out when she said no.

I was also too tired to do my tasks and I’d been out in the morning, so I was only starting all my homework at 3pm. I’d asked if I could pass on it then saying my head wasn’t working properly, not being honest and saying I was tired. Miss Adira agreed but told me in future I was to ask at the beginning of the day, if I was going to be busy and knew I’d be too tired to do them, not ask at the end of the day. 

Getting in a strop I told her, I didn’t know I would be. But I could do double homework the next day.

She asked again about discussing the bedtime, I said, coz I dont want early bedtimes, saying it just like a petulant child. Another moan from me. Miss Adira told me, tell you what, you do your own bedtime n if your grumpy or tired or anything due to you being tired……it will be dealt with how I see fit. 

That’s not bloody fair, I replied. First warning, watch your tone.

More complaining from me and Miss Adira not budging, I replied, keep to the bloody same then. The following conversation was mainly from Miss Adira,  confirming a snooze every day or early bedtime. And watch your tone.

More bratty conversations until…………

I am not appreciating your tone and language toward me……so my dear tomorrow I will deal with you….and just to put the cherry on your cake I will be forwarding your messages to your Daddy for the bloody comments…..which I do believe he will see as inappropriate language from his little.

My very cheeky reply was, Oh thank you bunches.

I told you to watch your tone. I told her I will shut up for the rest of the day then. Anyway it was safer, I wouldn’t  be digging myself into a much bigger hole. My goodnight video was very short and blunt.

But Miss Adira’s video, well that was very long and firmly said.. No more negotiations for bedtime, snooze every day, bedtime will depend on how my sleep was the night before and whether or not I’ve been bratty due to tiredness. I am to say how I slept in my morning video and at 5pm I am to send a message stating if I’d managed a snooze or not, then she will decide on my bedtime. I can strop, brat, moan about it all I want, but I will NOT win.

Miss Adira will think overnight what the consequence of my brattiness will be, there will be no negotiation on it. And it will be something that will be done on Saturday when we meet or an alternative that will be ” instantaneous “. As I still had consequences due, 1, to give Miss Adira a massage, 2, a punishment spanking was due and also 3, a weekend of me wearing my maids outfit, serving ALL my Doms/Domme for the entire weekend.

I went to bed feeling very guilty, but also very peeved still. I don’t know why I’ve such an issue with bedtime but anyway, I won’t be trying to negotiate again ( yet ), coz you know what I’m like, I will forget about this then do it all again.

Now I’m waiting on Miss Adira to video call, do my spelling test, then discuss my consequence. And hear from Daddy.

Day 11 building this damn matchstick house.

So where am I up to on my matchstick house, day 7. It’s now day 11.

So Friday I couldn’t do any, as I had other things on, hosi apt, sleep. The weekend was pretty much a no go, as we were having a stay over at Daddy’s, I needed a snooze, get the bags packed, well that usually entails getting toys into the toy bag, finding out what Daddy wanted me to bring, usually jokari all the time, adding something I love, no surprises that’s Mr Spikey, asking Master what he wanted packing, usually the crop all the time, plus summit else, even though their selection of toys is growing nicely, then it’s packing meds for us both, any tasks I’ve needed to do for the weekend, this week it was make 2 origami butterflies for Daddy. Then we get home Sunday around lunchtime, I’m usually so tired I end up sleeping part of it. 

Now we come to the final week, 7 days until it’s due to be built.

Monday was a busy day, I had to go to town for Master, then I had a man coming to fit more grab rails around the house from the occupational therapist team. I was so sore, I had to take a diazepam and go to sleep. So NO house building.

Tuesday, Master was off work as we were have cement delivered for the garage floor. Him and his Dad worked had to level it as the cement guys wheelbarrowed 3 tons of cement in. The concrete guys were very impressed by their work, thinking they must have laid cement before, but Master said no, this is all from watching hours of YouTube, amazing what you can learn from TV. Then his Dad left. 

I started trying to continue on the house, but I must admit I was expecting my father in law to ask what on earth I was doing. But he didn’t. His only comment was why do it in the tray, would it not be better on the table. I just replied it’s easier to move if it’s in the tray.

After we spent an hour figuring out how to cover the concrete without falling in and before the thunderstorms started, we eventually got it covered as the first rumble was heard.

Master had a rest whilst it poured down outside, he was watching his YouTube videos so I started on the house again. Then FFS, the darn thing fell down. Built it again, up to the turning over stage, then FFFFFFFSSSSSSSS it broke apart again. By this time I was fuming, ready to throw the matches out of the window, as I started again. I don’t know where I was going wrong. It just didn’t seem as solid as the one on the video. Yet from what I could see I was following it step by step. I sent a very grumbling message to MIss Adira, I sensed her chuckling at work, feeling my frustration. 

Master told me to have a break so I walked away, but I was really worked up with it by now, so I chose to try again. Then FUDGE IT, it started to fall down. As I tried to slot the sticks back in, the opposite side began to crumble and before I could do anything else, sticks fell out and I couldn’t figure out where they came from, Then the fdgin thing toppled again.

4 fudging times I tried to make this fudging house. 

That’s it, I shouted, I’m done. Some rather grumpy / attitude messages went to Miss Adira, she didn’t seem to happy about them so I shut up quickly. By the end of the day I said, Okay, I’m done, it’s impossible. I’m giving up. I texted this quickly to MIss Adira, who replied, Are you really giving up. You have until Sunday to keep trying. This made me feel guilty, maybe I shouldn’t give up. She sent me another message asking if I was giving up, so I said, No , I will keep trying until Sunday. I said it rather begrudgingly. Then she replied, I’ve a good mind to try building this house myself. Well I’m not gonna repeat what was going through my head at this point, let me just say, it was summit along the lines of shoving the matches where the sun don’t shine. But naturally I never said again like it, except curse and growl at the matches.

So in that Tuesday, I rebuilt this flipping house 5 times. 5 fudging times.

Unfortunately I had a full on day yesterday, a lady came who was possibly going to be our cleaner, lovely lady, highly recommended, so she is starting next Tuesday. Then I had a perching stool and commode delivered by the occupational therapists, I forgot they were coming. Then I was meeting my best friend and we were driving to Liverpool to look at a few cars, as my mobility car is being replaced in November. I need to know which car I’m choosing before the letter comes to order it. The intention was going to the Mercedes dealer, then BMW, Mini, lastly Hyundai. Master had sent me the list of cars to look for. When I saw the Mercedes A Class, well for the first time I fell in love. This is the car I want. So we never went to the other dealers. Instead we drove to our favourite Chinese restaurant, had a lovely lunch. Drove my friend home, staying for a quick coffee before heading home before our food shop was being delivered. I was in the house for about 15 minutes before it came. So I needed to unpack, and was still putting away by the time Master came home from work.

Today as I’ve been up since 1.30am, Daddy said leave the origami dragons as you’re too tired to concentrate, then you decide if you can do anymore of the house. But honestly, I’m so tired I’m not touching the house today. Yet I can’t fudging sleep either. I’ve done a bit of gardening, thinking the fresh air will help me sleep, but no, So another day with no progress, I’m in exactly the same point I was in last Friday, last week. I’ve gotta turn the blasted thing over to try to continue. And it’s leaning like the Tower Of Pisa.


Miss Adira’s task / punishment task

Miss Adira’s task / punishment task.

So you know now that origami has become a typical punishment for me. Depending on the misdemeanour, Miss Adira may include other things  in the punishment, like doing lines on the paper first, then do the origami . She is loving going through YouTube to see what she could get me to do.

Her idea is, she eventually wants a farm. This will include a solid base, paper mache to design the floor, small hills, slopes, fields for the origami animals. And buildings,out houses and farm house.

Now I was given a punishment earlier this week, for what I can’t remember and I can’t find a mention of it in Whatsapp, but she told me what it was on Thursday. I was a bit flabbergasted at it, but all I know is I’ve told her she’s banned from watching Youtube. Lol, like I can actually ban her to do anything.

Anyway, this weeks task is to build a house out of matchsticks, real ones not the arty sort. So she had spent the week looking through YouTube to decide which house I was to copy. Yes I mean a particular house she has chosen for her farmyard. She giggled her evil giggle, knowing my reaction would be shock, telling her to fudge off, ( no I’m not that stupid ) maybe saying No Way. Throwing her evil looks, speechless really, as I thought about the task ahead. She will be showing me the house YouTube clip today, providing me with matchsticks, I’ve got PVA glue already and now I’ve got paint to paint it. I did ask if she wanted me to buy some art sticks but she said she wanted real matchsticks. I said the nobbily bit  at the end will make it difficult to make the lines straight. “I know,” She said with her evil voice, evil giggle, rubbing her hands together. I think she knows I’m going to get very very frustrated by this task.

I don’t know how long I’ve got to complete this task, but I will let you know.  

Getting that tingly feeling.

Getting that tingly feeling.

I don’t know about you, but when your Dom says something in that tone of voice, when you should be feeling guilty for doing something wrong, but you just find your bits are tingling with excitement. You want to risk doing it again but part of you says don’t be silly. The other part screams CONTINUE as you feel your wetness between your legs.

There are certain situations where this happens for me, one particular one is when I’m out with Daddy, and I give attitude, cheek etc, Daddy threatens to lift my dress and spank my backside, wherever we are, he doesn’t care. He says, “Carry one, you carry on little girl.” That’s all he needs to say, because I know he would do it. Even if we are in a supermarket, I think he would.

Yesterday we had to go to town, I was with Miss Adira and Daddy. Miss Adira had gone one way, I was searching for something for Master’s dinner. I was going to get a precooked chicken but there wasn’t any. So I went off to look around, until a few minutes went past and I heard in a loud, booming voice, “Little’en get here now,” I blushed as people turned to look at me and look at him, but I felt dampness between my legs and the familiar tingle. Even as I’m writing this I can feel I’m tingling, I half expected him to slap my bum when I eventually went to him, he wasn’t happy that I disappeared, but I was only wandering around the shop, like I do when I go on my own every week. But when I’m with Daddy, he expects me to stay by his side and as I was pushing the trolley to save me using my walking stick, he wasn’t happy because I wandered off without the trolley. So I easily could have stumbled, fallen or strained my back. But that tingle got stronger, sometimes I almost wish to myself that he did actually do it, but then it would be so embarrassing and humiliating, plus he could get arrested for abusing his little, even if he’s not, to the vanilla world, he would be.

There’s another situation that causes this tingle, and this one is with Miss Adira. I tend to be more cheeky, sassy, bratty when I’m talking to her on whatsapp, I’ll be honest, I don’t usually dare to be as bad when I’m actually with her, I would get more than just her normal spanking, she would not stand for it at all. Not sure what she would do if I acted like I do with Daddy sometimes. I don’t think she would slap my backside in public, but then again I could be wrong.

On whatsapp, whilst bratting about going to bed early and she had calmly told me repeatedly that I was and the reason why, I received a voice message from her. It simply said, “Aurora.” Oh my lord did I tingle and leak. But it was a warning enough to stop being naughty. But that simple word, like Daddy’s “Carry on,” is all the warning I need to stop. Yet the tingle becomes so strong I’m really tempted to continue, but I daren’t. I stop and let the tingle wear off and my bits dry up, but I still feel tempted, just to see what happens.

Anyone else get tingles from one word said by their Dom/Domme ?