Saturday round to Daddy’s Part 2.

Saturday round to Daddy’s and PiggyJ’s house for the evening. Part 2 Master’s surprise.

PiggyJ and I took some time to choose these toys, the wooden paddle/shot glasses board and carpet beater I picked, I’ve wanted the carpet beater for a few years now.

PiggyJ found a new shop called Mchurt, it had lots of leather toys in there. So she chose a few, I chose a few, then we picked out our favourites and bought them.

House of Eros Carpet Beater from Uberkinky.

From Mchurt;

Mums big punishment paddle.

The punch

Long Alcatraz Strap.

Then I found a 4 shot glass wooden board, with places for the glasses to sit, PiggyJ collects shot glasses so I saw this and thought it had a duel purpose. Shot glasses, plus a hefty looking wooden paddle. On the handle I got inscribed Masters subs, then got all our names inscribed on the glasses. PiggyJ was made up with this present so she has it on show in her bedroom.

Here are the photos and the description of each one.



Saturday round to Daddy’s Part 1.

Saturday round to Daddy’s and PiggyJ’s for the evening. Part 1

We had a change going round today, we packed no toys. I had a few bits for Daddy, I didn’t ask Master what toys to take, neither did I pack anything, I didn’t even get the bag out. But I figured if Master wanted something he wudda said.

But we had a surprise in store for Master.

Daddy came home an hour later as he was working, then popped to the supermarket for a few bits. He bought Master and I a few treats but didn’t buy PiggyJ anything, so she wasn’t very impressed. I then realised I forgot to bring him some lager from our house so he went back out to buy treats for PiggyJ and beer for himself.

When he came home, I helped prepare dinner. Well it was all mostly done. Piggy had to mix her quiche mixture to put in the bought pastry case, that then went into the oven. Daddy and I were having a cooked chicken and salad, Master was having King prawns and salad, PiggyJ was having mushroom quiche with salad. We all liked different salads so I helped tell Daddy what Master liked, then mine as Daddy did the other plates. Adding boiled eggs, coleslaw, beetroot, pickled onions, and a few slices of crusty baguette. It was a lovely, yummy dinner, Daddy let me have a drink of wine in my sippy cup, well I ended up drinking half the bottle.

We watched a film of PiggyJ’s choice, BirdBox, but to be honest, it was pretty rubbish. But at least she enjoyed it.

Me and PiggyJ were naked, Daddy didn’t bother, even though we should always be naked in Master’s presence, Master showed no signs of getting naked either. Or wanting to play. But i’ve a feeling he got a blowjob whilst we were preparing dinner.

It was just nice to have quality time altogether, watching TV. Master doesn’t want our dynamic to be just about sex, he wants a real relationship where we didnt have sex with every meetup. And to be fair Master is exhausted at the moment, work stress is not doing him any good at all.

When the film finished we were going to watch another film but it was getting late and we needed to get back home to see the dogs..

So we gave Master his surprise. Two boxes for Master to open, one for PiggyJ to open.

Bit of a bad week.

Not a good week.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Last Saturdays digging job.

Master and Daddy digging in the garden.

As our families have grown closer and closer, it’s really nice when we can get together and do jobs.

The new puppy Blue comes with them all the time, our 2 dogs are getting used to him. Dave is still teaching Blue that he’s the Dom dog, Muffin as usual stays away, antisocial princess, she’s taken to sitting on the back of the settee, where Blue can’t get to her. Unfortunately I think Muffin will be like this every time he comes here, she does it to all the dogs that visits.

Anyway, in our garden we are having a few changes, as we will be building a garage this year so Master can tinker with his cars anytime of the year. Well I suppose it will be more like his man cave, he wants a little fridge, a heater, Daddy has a TV for him to put on the wall, he obviously needs a worktop, his Christmas present was a mechanics tool cupboard. It’s full already so he’s looking into buying another one once the garage is built.

But before the garage can be done, there’s a lot of clearing up to do first. My bistro circle paving needs lifting up and cemented further down the garden, 1 shed needs throwing out plus most of its contents, E is going to sell his bike, my small half shed needs moving elsewhere but as yet we’ve no idea where it will go, plants need digging up, my black bamboo needs planting somewhere else and we need to put our new bigger pond by our patio area so we can move the fish.

Hence the weekend job.

Daddy said he would come and help Master dig the hole and help build the garage. So PiggyJ, C, (their son) and Blue came yesterday. We all had lunch then the boys went to start digging.

C has been a few times now and has now started treating our home as his home, which is what we want, as a typical teenager doesn’t say loads but he loves being with the dogs or upstairs in our room watching stuff on his tablet. PiggyJ said she could tell he was happy to be at ours, and he mentioned getting some toys for Blue to keep at our house. I was just so happy when he said that, it proved to me he was happy coming here.

Two hours later the hole was dug up, soil packed into the sides behind the pond wall, then they began filling it up with water plus some water from the filter of the smaller pond. Master found 2 more frogs living in the filter box, we have no idea how they are getting in, but they were.

It was lovely watching the men working together, having some time together, chatting and having a laugh, they both worked very hard doing the pond but it wasn’t finished yet. There was a dead bush that needed digging up, it had been there 18 years so the roots were thick and strong but they managed with a tug of war. I felt a bit emotional when that was being dug up because our last dog Hollie was buried there and I didn’t want to disturb her, but I’ve ordered a new bush to go in the same spot so she will be happy seeing butterflies around the flowers. It was her favourite spot in the garden.

When the jobs were done for the day Daddy went up for a shower, he had to use some of Masters clothes as he forgot to bring some, I reminded him how to switch the shower on then left him to clean up. A few minutes later I happened to walk upstairs just at the right time, I was stood on the mini landing, as Daddy walked out of the bathroom naked. My head was just at the right level to his penis, and he seemed very happy to see me, so I couldn’t resist, I gave him a little kiss and suck. Pulling away, Daddy bent down to kiss me then I asked would he like a bit more, without waiting for a reply I greedily took him in my mouth again.

One thing I’m surprised about is that neither Master or Daddy can feel my tongue piercing. I felt sure they would feel it, being one of the most sensitive parts of their body, but they don’t.

Anyway, I began to really enjoy this bj, before he pulled away laughing, he said he wanted to wait until Monday when we have the day together. I grumbled but stood up and sat on the bed whilst he got dressed. He told me to leave the other clothes here as they will do for spares if needed.

Master finished his last few bits before going for a shower. C was happy playing with the dogs or playing on his tablet, whilst we were all in the kitchen making drinks, Daddy had started on the Budweiser. I suggested that PiggyJ should go upstairs and offer Master a blowjob, but she said no, he hasn’t asked for me so I don’t want to have him presume I would do it. We were just discussing it for a few minutes when she heard Master shout for her. Daddy and I began laughing as PiggyJ went upstairs to do her duties. Daddy then distracted C, and showed him the games we have on the TV.

Everyone chilled for a while, Master got himself a drink, Daddy was already drinking so I had a Jack Daniels Firestarter, I love this drink since Daddy introduced me to it. But of course your serving at home is nowhere near where you would get in a pub, Master reckoned this one was a triple at least.  But it doesn’t last long. I began cooking the pizzas for dinner, but they were all out of sync a bit in the oven. Daddy helped, well to be fair he took over, but when we were cooking PiggyJ’s pizza, we burnt it to a crisp. I tell you, I will burn everything. I knew she wasn’t pleased and I don’t blame her. Why couldn’t it have been my pizza, Daddy’s or even Master’s.

Luckily Master had 3 slices left so he gave them to PiggyJ, then when we cooked C’s, we gave her 3 slices of that pizza. I felt so guilty about it, but luckily she was alright.

We ate our pizzas, then settled down with some sweeties, Daddy got me another drink, which was literally half a tumbler size glass. Master said that must be the equivalent to 8 shots of JD in a pub. It’s just so tasty, I could tell I was starting to feel drunk, well quite drunk.

It was a pity that C was there, at that particular moment  as we cudda had another fab play altogether and finish with me not remembering a thing again. Like the last time I got drunk on JD. But it was time for them to go, so Daddy got C and Blue in the car, then came back and told me it was bedtime. Come on, bed, Daddy told me. Saying night night to Master and PiggyJ, Daddy took me upstairs, he helped me undress, put my unglamorous (well greyish looking long sleeved nightie) on, got me into bed. I had asked if I could watch TV and Daddy said yes, but by the time my head hit the pillow, I just wanted to sleep. So Daddy tucked me in, gave me Little Minxs teddy, kissed me na-night then turned the light off.

It was really special having Daddy tuck me in, I really felt like the ‘little’ I crave to be, I would have asked Daddy to tell me a little bedtime story too but I knew C and Blue were in the car waiting for Daddy and PiggyJ. I heard Master go outside and see them to their car and watch them leave then I was gone, fast asleep into the dreamworld for the drunkards, lol. I woke up in the middle of the night with a terrible hangover, went back to sleep then woke up fine. It was a great day.

What happened in 2018.

It’s the end of 2018, the beginning of a 2019, what does the future hold for us……

Starting 2018, I never imagined by the end of the year we would now be in a polygamous dynamic.

I never thought we would try swinging, though I’ve now learnt that swinging is certainly not for me.

We’ve done things I never believed we/I could do.

It started with meeting a couple socially, what an awful experience that was. I couldn’t wait to leave and felt adamant that if this was what swinging was about then no way was I going to try again.

We joined a munch instead, met other like minded people. But it was very cliquey, we both felt uncomfortable so decided munches were not for us.

So how do you meet other couples that wanted what we wanted.

I thought is was impossible.

We focused on chatting with others, on the Fab swingers site, taking it slowly, it turned out to be all talk, no action.

Our first experience was with a couple at their home, it felt wrong, clinical, like they had a set routine which they followed step by step, I never wanted to try it again.

Soon we had our first experience at home, with a trans girl. I did enjoy it, felt more relaxed playing at home in a threesome, but like the first couple, she talked non stop about other people she had played with, and it felt like we were just another notch on the bedpost.

I was certain that’s all swingers seemed to want to do, where was the connection, the relationship. It was fuck and go.

This was something I just couldn’t do. I needed a connection, I can’t just fuck and leave.

So we decided to try to find a couple who we could see regularly. Finding kinky couples who also liked BDSM was hard work.

Our second couple seemed more possible, we enjoyed talking, eventually meeting, though they were not into our kinky stuff.

They took us to a swingers club. It felt awkward, the place was seedy, I didn’t want to do anything, or look around. People fucking everywhere, girls wanking the guys. This wasn’t for me, but Master enjoyed it. Why wouldn’t he, the girl loved his PA and I could tell she couldn’t wait to play with it. They went off to the orgy room for a play. I stayed with the guy, he just chatted with me, I think he just didn’t want to leave me on my own. We tried out the hot tub, but that felt awkward. I felt my legs touching another guys leg, so I quickly moved it away. Was it me, was there something wrong with me ? The guy I was sat next to tried to talk to me but I didn’t really chat back. Looking back now I would say I was quite rude. It just felt uncomfortable.

We met the second couple again, but at home this time, we had a good time, a good play and they both enjoyed spanking me. Though they didn’t understand why I liked it, but at least they did it.

Over the next few weeks we began talking to the couple we saw at the swingers club, the guy who I sat next to, in the hot tub. They searched for us in the swingers site, turned out they were looking for the same as us. So we began to chat more seriously.

During this time we found another couple, who was in a D/s relationship. This was it, I thought. Finally meeting THE couple. We met and enjoyed a great play, it was my first experience with a girl, she was fantastic and said she would be patient with me, until I wanted to play with her. We chatted some more, but soon they stopped talking.

Meanwhile we were still talking to the couple from the club, this time more seriously. She wanted a serious Dom, he wanted to be a Dom but wasn’t sure he could. Over time, he and I chatted and I suggested he look up the Daddy/little dynamic. Something I really wanted, but thought it was a fantasy. Reading about it, him and his wife thought it would suit him best, so our Daddy/little dynamic began. I gained a sister, we gained a couple to play with, Master found himself with 2 new subs and we all loved it.

We stopped chatting with the other couples, I didn’t want to meet them again because we had found the couple we had a connection with, began forming a relationship with them.

Who knew this could happen, dreams could come true. This one came true without us even looking for it. To me, it was meant to be.

Six months later our dynamic is going strong, our relationship becoming stronger, Master asked PiggyJ to have a tattoo, a marking to say she belonged to him. I drew a sketch of a sexy curvy woman, Daddy said it looked like me, I asked if he would get it tattooed on him, he said yes immediately. He would be proud to have it tattooed on his leg. Daddy asked Master if he could give me something, like a collar, so Master suggested an ankle bracelet. This I’ve now got, one of his many Christmas presents. Daddy bought one bracelet but felt it was too small as he wanted to put charms on it. So he bought another, which was perfect. Now I’m wearing 2 ankle bracelets, feeling them makes me really believe I belong to Master and I belong to Daddy. I’m now owned by 2 men. What could be better.

Who would have thought 2018 would end like this, this perfect life, I know it is the first of many Christmases and New Years we will share together. We are going on holiday to the naturist park in May and are planning a holiday to America to drive down Route 66. Something we all really wanted to do, so decided why not do it together.

I never thought dreams could come true for me but this proves sometimes they do, when you least expect it. So for those who are waiting for their dream to come true, don’t give up hope. You never know what’s coming around the corner, if it could happen to us, it could happen to anyone.

Happy New Year, let’s hope 2019 can be a great one, full of surprises, good health and happiness.

Continuing from Dec 5th, getting my tongue pierced.

I was very nervous getting my tongue pierced, not sure why considering all the others I’ve had done. This was the one that really scared me. I think it’s because it’s in my mouth, so I worry about breathing and eating.

A, our piercer knew what I was coming in for so he started to get everything ready. A customer came in so A served her first, it was only a quick change of jewellery, then it was time for me to go in. Daddy got my phone ready to video it, and A started to explain what will happen and how to look after it after it was done.

I had to stick my tongue out as A dried the top and bottom of my tongue then drew a dot on the bottom of it. He explained what he was going to do, clamping my tongue then before I knew it, he had pushed the needle threw, attached the bar and pushed that threw before screwing the ball to both ends of the bar. I never felt a thing but watching the video afterwards, there was a tiny flinch in my eyes but that was it.

A went on to explain how my tongue will swell up for a few days, the important thing was to continue as normal, eat and drink lots of water. The saliva is the best healing tool for your mouth, and will heal the piercing within 7 – 10 days. Then I was to come back and A would swap the bar to a smaller more comfort one.

It felt really weird in my mouth, my tongue already swollen and the balls on top and below my tongue felt huge. Speaking was very hard and I felt like I was slobbering and spitting when I tried to talk. So I ended up holding my hand over my mouth when I spoke.

I’m really pleased with it though, I never thought I would get it done but after kissing PiggyJ last week, playing with her tongue  piercing, I loved it. I asked Master if I could get it done and he surprised me by saying yes, then Daddy asked if he could pay for it towards my Christmas present, Master agreed.

Daddy said I was a very good girl getting it done and he liked it a lot.

Within a week it was feeling great, I could play with it, roll the top ball along the front of my teeth, I play with my lip bar loads too. Eating was a bit tricky but I put food into the side of my mouth, chewed it slowly then swallowed. The only difficulty was swallowing my medication. I felt like I was swallowing bricks.

Now 2 weeks on, my tongue feels great, I’m looking forward to buying some funky balls that really stand out.

Of course my Mother In Law went mad, your tongue will drop off, you will look like a chaff, ( someone who has loads of tattoos and piercings everywhere. ) I laughed it off, I knew she would hate it but it’s my tongue, my body, my life.

Thank you Master for allowing me to have this piercing.

Thank you Daddy for my early Christmas present. Hope you felt the ball when I gave you a blowjob the other day, I forgot to ask.

Oh Lordy, the no swearing rule is broken again.

Oh Lordy, the no swearing rule is broken again.

I’m finding the swearing rule has been better, I’m thinking before saying anything now, choosing better words instead of every swear word I know, except when I driving. Then my potty mouth really comes out. I can’t be doing with idiot drivers who don’t indicate before turning, or before getting to a roundabout, those who drive dangerously slow when it’s not the speed limit and those who park illegally. I think my road rage grew having to drive our son to high school and pick him up every day. The town where his school was seemed to have their own rules for driving. So my language got worse and my rage became crazy mad.

But I’ve always tried not to say the f’bomb whilst in the car since I met Daddy. Until today.

Going to see my GP at peak time, the roads were very busy. But the road I drive down to get to the drs is busy, with cars parked on both sides of the street, people driving into the drs carpark. When I got there some silly woman parked her huge estate car halfway over the driveway, making it very difficult to get in and park.

My road rage hit boiling point, and many different curse words had already slipped out, unfortunately I was chatting with Daddy on the phone so he heard everything. As I said before I never use the f’bomb especially in front of Daddy. Until today, when it slipped out not once, but apparently twice. I’ve no idea what words I said but I’ve been told it was a lot, but the worst was using that F word. Twice.

Daddy said we would discuss my potty mouth later on in the evening as I had to get into the drs. Honestly I can’t believe I said it whilst on the phone with him. I may say it when he’s not around and then own up, but not actually say the word. I knew there would be trouble.

Just before bedtime he video called, and told me to tell my sister, (PiggyJ) what I had said. She of course found it all rather amusing. Daddy said there would be a punishment in store for me the following day, when we spent the day together. So knowing PiggyJ would have my back, I asked Daddy if we could possibly discuss the proposed punishment. He said at first that there’s nothing to discuss yet, he hadn’t decided on a punishment. I said, “well there’s other things rather than a spanking”. “Like what ?” Daddy asked. “Things like essays, I hate them, not lines coz they’re easy.” I suggested. He thought about it for a minute, “Okay, I want a chapter of your book about the naughty mouse written.” he told me. “I said an essay not writing my book Daddy.” I replied. Meaning that giving me a topic to write about is much harder to do, than writing a chapter of my book. But he told me he wanted at least a 2500 word chapter, plus one illustration to go with it, to be done by New Year. I could choose the topic of what naughty Rayanna got up to now.

I’m gonna be honest and say that this is a better punishment  for me, I’m thinking about what I did whilst I’m typing, it kinda sinks in more than getting a spanking. And reminds me not to say curse words ever. I don’t know what naughty Rayanna may get up to this time, so if anyone has any ideas, let me know and I will see if I can use it.

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

Friday’s blog.

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

 

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

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

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

I didn’t and neither did Daddy.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

Saturday.

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

Slip up with mouth and eyes.

Slip up with mouth and eyes.

 

At lunchtime today, I was video chatting with Daddy when he said something, can’t even remember what it was but I came out with b****y hell, Daddy asked what I said and I rolled my eyes, exasperated that he heard me swear then saw me roll my eyes.

I got lectured on behaving and then when he told me to apologise, ( Something I do struggle with when I’ve just been told off, my pig headed stubbornness won’t let me apologise properly coz I was now in a mood ) I said, “Sorry the word just slipped out and my eyes just rolled.”

He was not happy with my response so I was told to get a 5 pence coin, and stand against the wall holding the coin with my nose. Miss Bratty came out, are you serious ? Really ? The words slipped out. You know the sorta thing you say. Suddenly Daddy asked if it was cold outside. I paused my rant, confused by his question. Blurted out, of course it’s cold outside. Ready to begin complaining again, when he told me to go outside to do it. NOW.  “What, do my time-out outside ? Can I wear a coat ?” I asked. “Nope go and do it now, and bring your phone so I can watch you do it.” Daddy told me. “Find a coin and go.”
I pulled my purse out of my bag, looking for 5p but didn’t have one. “I’ve 20p.” I told him. “That will do, now outside.” he said.
I was not happy, so not happy as I went to the side of the house, I propped my phone on the windowsill, put the coin on the wall, stuck my nose on it then just waited. I dropped it a few times but the worst was after 4 minutes. And I had to start over again. Frustrating the hell outta me, I started again, when Daddy started singing at the top of his voice. OH MY LORD gag me now before I say something I will regret. As he continued to sing, asking me silly questions, I blurted out for him to shut up. Biting my tongue afterwards, “Do you want to earn extra time ?” Daddy asked. I said no as calmly as I could. So I just closed my eyes and waited until time was up.

Finally Daddy told me it was time, I got the coin ready to go inside when he told me to look at him. Here we go, I thought, more lecturing.

“I love you, I just want the best for you. Now go inside, make yourself a coffee and warm up.” I looked at him, “Is that an order ?” I asked, yes I know brattily. “Yes in fact, make one for Master too.” I paused, taking a deep breath I grabbed his mug and mine then made the coffee. “Do I have to take it up to him ?” I asked, “Yes he can’t drink it without having it.” I carried the cup, whilst staying on the phone. Knocked on the door, asked if I could come in and handed him the cup, “How about a nice, here’s your coffee Master or something nice.” He asked, I pulled a face then he said, “Did you just roll your eyes at me ?” I protested, saying I did not roll my eyes, I pulled a face yes, but I did not roll my eyes. I said, “I’ve just been outside for 10 minutes.” “What, why?”

he asked, “I swore and rolled my eyes at Daddy,” I told him.

“Well in that case you can go outside again, take the phone with you so Daddy can time you.” Seeing no point in arguing, I just went downstairs and walked outside. “Take your coffee,” Daddy told me, so I went back for it, putting my phone on a different windowsill I talked to Daddy outside, drinking my coffee.

Luckily it made the 10 minutes go quicker as we talked about Christmas presents, and the next time we meet up, what did we want to do.

Whilst I was doing my second timeout outside, I realised I hadn’t sent pictures of my lines and maths today, and I discovered this morning I hadn’t taken them yesterday. Oh fudge, I was gonna be in trouble for that now. So as soon as I went in, I took yesterday’s lines and maths and today’s. Telling them that I forgot to send them.

Daddy video called again, asking if I forgot on purpose or did I really forget. I said I really forgot. “Okay well I’m going to have a think and maybe discuss this with Master what your punishment should be. You’ve had such a rough week.”

When I looked at my phone again I had a message from Master. Write your lines in reverse order.

I was a bit confused with what he meant, but basically instead of starting from the left of the page, I will start on the right.

A bit later I got a message from Daddy, after discussing it with Master you will do an extra 50 lines, so double, written backwards.

I think I’ve got it, I will have to do these when I’m very awake I think.

 

Been in trouble a lot this week.

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

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

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

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

 

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

 

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

That’s a 6 week ban !!!!    6 WEEKS

I was NOT a happy little girl.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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