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. 

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.


Day 2 of building the matchstick house.

Day 2 of building the matchstick house.

So here goes, day 2 begins on the hottest day in the UK for a loooonnnng time, reaching 30°c +. Far too hot to sit out, not that I can coz I’ve no chairs I can sit comfortably in.

Anyway, yesterday I thought maybe it would be better if I put the first layer of sticks on bluetac, well pinktac, thinking this will keep the bottom row still. Hmmmmm I could almost hear Miss Adira doing her evil chuckle as she imagined me doing it, cursing me head off even though I shouldn’t. Though today, I didn’t say 1 curse word until the last minute. I decided I was going to talk nicely to the house then maybe it will work for me.

So I took my time getting started, trying to ensure the gaps were the same. The pinktac was working, bottom row done. Second row completed without issue.

The next stage is 6 rows of just 2 sticks on opposite sides per row. This went without a hitch. You had to ensure the match end was facing the correct way as they did, this looks better and looks better when on fire. I noticed the second to last row was wrong so took them off and re-did them.

So now I’m at the stage where it collapsed on me yesterday. I painfully and gently poked my tweezers inside the first hole, and the first match dropped down. I’m going on me hands an knees to to watch the match, see where it goes, move the bottom stick to try to drop it down further. I’m standing above it so I can look right down and see if the passage is clear.

Here things began to go wrong, coz sometimes I had to move the sticks back, as they were falling from the sides, then the bottom was going hey wire, I tried everything to gently prod the sticks in place but had no luck. After I had succeeded in getting 6 sticks down the cube, one side toppled.

OMG, did I wanna scream, curse, throw them away, throw them at Miss Adira, well obviously I’m not that stupid to actually do that, I calmly sat down, watched the brand new series of Dance Moms, you all know how much I love that show, and didn’t think if that stupid house until it finished.


Ready for the sticks to go down.
Losing it now.

Round 3 after Dance Moms. I started again. Building the first 4 or 5 rows before the darn thing fell. The annoying factor is I took all the time to get it even, then I think I knocked it with my tweezers. But my back was pooped from crouching down, from bending over it. Oh FFS I said to the matches, you can shut up too, I told the man on the YouTube video I was following. Hearing my Miss Adira in my head, giggling, sensing my frustration, knowing how peeved I was, made me more peeved.

Toppled down already.

So Day 2 is over and I’m no better than I was yesterday.

SCRREEEAAAAMMMMIINNGGGG.

Someone asked yesterday why don’t I use glue, well the simple answer is you can’t, unless you cheat. It’s all about precision of where you put the matches. And I wouldn’t cheat,  I’d rather admit defeat than cheat. Anyway, imagine the punishment if I did, doesn’t bare thinking about.

There was also a question of what was the orange thing in the photos, it is a rotary craft knife. I can’t hold the small craft knives, my fingers don’t work like they used to. I had to buy precision tweezers which are more chunky to hold onto, which is better for me and if I get to the next stage of making it look like a house, I need to cut the matches down to make the doors and window, sounds simple, but bet it’s not. 

I went to bed frustrated and annoyed that I couldn’t do it again. I can honestly tell you this is far worse than the worst spankings I’ve ever had and that’s exactly why Miss Adira and Daddy set these things as punishments and I’m not liking this one, one tiny bit.

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.  

Poem for Daddy

I had to write a poem on the inside of Daddy’s origami frog. He told me to post it as hes not ruining the frog to read it. Its not very good, im not great at writing poems or lyrics……….

There was a little girl
Who had a brilliant life
But she needed more
Just to be precise.

She needed to feel or be owned
Someone to control her every move
She heard about a new/different lifestyle
So investigated and learnt some more

She discovered a whole new world
That would give her everything she wanted
Dominance and submission it was called
Dom,Domme/sub for short.

Pretty soon she became owned
To a Master she adored
He was strict but slightly fluffy
But still she wanted more

She really wanted a Daddy
She was a little girl afterall.
Soon she found one
Who was everything she desired

Not satisfied with a Master and a Daddy
She learned about a Domme
A woman I would submit too
And she decided this would complete her life

So soon this little girl was happy
Though she learnt a lot about being bratty
Her Domme/Doms were very strict with her
But also nurtured, loved and cared for her too

Her Master, Daddy and Mistress
Controlled her every move
She made some silly mistakes
So she became a naughty brat and sulked
Usually with a very sore, hot bottom

Tasks she didnt always remember
She sometimes didnt do them on time
Her Master, Daddy and Mistress
Punished her til she behaved
Like the good little sub
She always wanted to be.

My day with Miss Adira.

A day with Miss Adira.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Not a good year so far.

Not been a good year so far.

I need to apologise for not writing any blogs recently, life has just been full of illness since Xmas. I had 2 months of terrible chronic back pain after the Xmas rush, finally able to venture out into the big wide world when 2 weeks later I developed a chest infection which took 7 weeks to actually go, though I was told I had got another chest infection, then another. I always felt it had never really left my body, hence it taking so long to go.

Plus Miss Adira was fighting to get rid of a terrible cold/chest cough/virus. Lasting as long as my chest infections. We ended up having to stay away as we felt we were just passing bugs to each other. It was obvious that both Miss Adira and I had very low resistance to any tiny bug or infection.

Also it was getting closer and closer to our first holiday together. We were going to our naturist park, Master and I have been to for the past 2 years. We both felt extremely comfortable there, and we knew Daddy and Miss Adira would love it too. So when we asked if they wanted to come, they jumped at it.

Now the holiday was finally here and we were all looking forward to it so much.

Then the worst happens. On Good Friday, my Dad phoned in a state, Mum had collapsed, fell unconscious for 10 minutes. Dad had phoned emergency services, I drove quickly round to their house then soon the ambulance turned up. Mum had another 2 ‘episodes’ with the ambulance drivers, who said we had to go to hospital, then she had 5 more in A & E.

11 days later, Mum has had the Norovirus, then Dad had it. How I never got it I don’t know as I had to help Mum with the sick bowls, getting her to the toilet, cleaning her up. All we know is she has a v v v fast heart beat or a v v v slow one. Because she has both, the Drs don’t know how to treat her. Plus when she had the virus, her sick was a deep red/brown colour. An alarming colour. To me and Dad it looked like there was blood in it, but what do we know, we are not trained doctors.

When Mum was sick again, with it looking the same reddish brown colour, we were lucky because the Dr was there so she saw it. Finally she said there was something wrong with her tummy, something we had been saying since she first got to A & E. But the Dr was claiming there was nothing wrong.

After a very strong disagreement with the Dr on the ward about the lack of communication or action towards getting Mum better, the day after the disagreement, the nurses and Dr were more keen to talk. I complained to PALS, this is like a voluntary service for relatives/patients who have issues with staff or hospital in general. They gave me a patient passport form, this was for the family of dementia/alzheimer’s patients to fill out, it covered the very basics on the patient, something we should have been given on her first day of hospital as they knew she has dementia.

The lady from PALS was very helpful and there was a definite change to the staff and Mums care following this disagreement.

But now, day 12, and still nothing has been done. I felt like they weren’t listening to us, they were asking Mum questions, she couldn’t answer or gave the wrong answer, even though she thought it was correct. Then when the Dr looked at me and Dad, it was as if she was saying why haven’t you taken her to the Drs for this tummy issue or this dizziness issue before, if she’s had it over 4 years. I repeatedly said we cannot get Mum to go and see her GP, it becomes WW3 in the house if we even suggest it. So Dad never pushes it, choosing to keep the peace at home instead. Mum is of the age where you only see the GP if you’re on your deathbed.

But like I say, no tests/nothing’s been done yet. Except a brain scan and blood tests, we don’t know the results. Mum started to get anxious, claiming the staff were out to kill everyone, she got moved to an individual room, so they could give the other room a deep clean as they had the Norovirus in there. Mum claimed she had a very serious disease/infection as they’ve moved her to this room by herself. Of course we know it isn’t, explaining to Mum she understood for those few seconds, until she complained again 2 minutes later.

I’ve been worrying about Dad, who is taking this all very well but at 84, he’s not a spring chicken anymore. He’s lost weight, so I’m now asking over and over, have you eaten, did you manage any sleep etc etc.

I’m very concerned about her coming home, her dizziness is a major concern to the physiotherapists and social services will be coming around to their house to see what help they can give her. I already think Dad needs to move their bedroom downstairs as the bathroom, kitchen and living room would all be on the same level. We could put a baby gate on the stairs to stop her going up, telling her we need it for our dogs, to stop them going upstairs. But I will be happier if the bedroom was downstairs now, Dad will take some persuading unless Social Services say it’s a must unless she has to go into a care home and that’s definitely not an option for her.

So it’s been very hard knowing our holiday was only round the corner and feeling guilty about whether I should go away, whether I should stay and let the others go. Both Mum an Dad said go, Master, Daddy and Miss Adira didn’t know what to say either. We would be 5 ½ hours away, so not just round the corner if I was needed, Daddy had said if I wasn’t going then he wouldn’t go either. Which made me feel even more guilty if I was to cancel. Plus we would lose quite a bit of money though that was the least of my concerns really.

Saturday before our holiday, I visited Mum, both her and Dad made me promise I would go on holiday and enjoy it but also told me not to visit on the Sunday, use that day to rest as I was nearly falling asleep talking to them. My sleep had been even less than normal because I was worrying about my folks. If I had an hour a day I was lucky.

Anyway Sunday came, bags all packed, Daddy and Miss Adira were staying over at our house that night so we could head of about 10am. How all the bags were going to get in the boot of Masters car I don’t know. It had already been decided that I was to do no tasks during the holiday so I didn’t need to pack my homework though I think I may have forgotten my spellings by the time I get tested again. I will have to ask Miss Adira when the test will be and how many days I will have to learn them again.

I discovered that Miss Adira had been told by Master that she had to do her tasks whilst away, something she wasn’t impressed about, then when we arrived he told her he was only kidding. Something he had done to me on our first naturist holiday.

After a poor sleep thanks to the dogs taking most of the room on the airbed and sleeping on our blankets, we set off. Going to put petrol in the car first. Fortunately or not, it was then that I discovered I hadn’t got my phone, the phone Master said was never out of my hand, but I hadn’t got it. So after filling the car I had to explain to Master that I hadn’t got my phone and we needed to go and get it. Fortunately or not, we were only 10 minutes away from home, so off we went to get it.

It felt like deja-vu, driving down the same roads back home, finding my mobile then driving back again. Master didn’t seem to see the funny side of it, though Daddy and Miss Adira both chuckled a bit.

5 ½ hours later we arrived, so I booked in, and we started to carry the bags into our 2 loft conversions. As we had our own private door to get up to the 2 lofts, we were able to just leave the doors open so we went from loft to loft. Daddy stripped off first, quickly followed by Master, me an Miss Adira last. Getting the food in the fridge, most importantly the booze in the fridge. The bonus of 2 lofts is the food fit in one fridge, the booze in the other.

We then went for a lovely long swim and soak in the hottub. The days were pretty much the same every day, swim, sunroom to read or write blogs, hottub, swim, lunch, swim, sunroom, hottub, oh and enjoying a walk through the quiet fields, dinner ending with final swim an hottub before spending the later evening watching TV before bed.

I’m told Miss Adira wants a walk with me so we…..’we’ can try out nettle play. Well basically she wants to spank my arse with a bunch of nettles. Hmmmmm I don’t seem to be getting much say in this, apparently she thinks I will like it.

On the last day of holiday I learnt that they were moving Mum to another hospital to fit a pacemaker in her. Dad had told them they must phone him up when they know when Mum was going because we knew she would be anxious on her own.

He was furious to learn the smbulance had left with out him. Dad went mad. Not only had Dad told them to phone, our son and his girlfriend had been absolutely amazing for 2 19 yr old kids. He looked after Dad whilst I was away, he phoned the hospital morning and night and visited every day. Trying to find out exactky what they were doing next. So when he learnt Mum was moving hospital, he gave the ward his mobile number, telling them to phone him no matter what the time and he would contact Dad. But they never did that  so Dad was stuck trying to find out what train would get him to the other hospital. Meanwhile E decided to ask his boss if he could leave and take Dad in his car to the hospital. Hus boss said yes, go but be careful. So he left, drove to Dads and took him to the hospital, found the correct ward then he left. Dad was staying with Mum until they were brought back to the other hospital.

So, so far, that’s all that’s happened with mum.she still needs her tummy sorted but again as there’s another bank holiday, we’ve seen no other doctors. Every day is a guessing game.

But during all this, on the Sunday night before we left holiday, E was sleeping at his girlfriend’s house. Her mum has been v v poorly for weeks, and in the middle of the night, she collapsed, turned blue, unable to breath. E and I said it was one of the scariest things they’ve ever witnessed. Once in hospital she ended up in intensive care, with pneumonia. She had been turned away from hospital so many times. But the infection was that bad that it covered all of each lung plus put a hole in her heart. So now she is having to have regular check ups to find out if her heart is okay or will she need an operation.

I have to stay im very proud of E and I, and how they’ve coped over the past 5 days. It couldn’t have been much worse.

Thankfully I’s Mum is out of hospital but she will be off sick for at least 6 months. She’s a nurse in the same hospital so she comes in contact with sick people all the time, and she can’t afford to get another infection

My mum is still in, think she will be there another week or so. It’s 20 days now. Dad has had the bed moved downstairs, he’s having the bathroom knocked into one room so it’s safer for Mum and taking the bath away, putting in a walk in shower instead. Social services will come and provide everything else.

I know my Doms/Domme are worried about me as I’m.exhausted all the time, coming back from hospital, fall asleep, eat my dinner, fall asleep again until Master tells me to go to bed. But I can’t not visit her every day. Hopefully see the drs too.

Now you can understand why I think this year has truly awful so far.

Piggy/Miss Adira’s monthly blog. Cock pics.

So what have we all been up to….well to be honest not a right lot. Last two visits have been cancelled due to myself and Aurora/Serf being ill, so it’s been quite a disappointing few weeks that has been very frustrating as there should have been visits with us all plus a visit with Aurora, where she was owed a punishment but that has been postponed as-well, postponed though not forgotten.

I bet you wondering what is there to write about, well here you are…..one night I was left obsessing about cocks, 50 cocks to be exact….what’s wrong with that I hear you Say, so you’ve heard me say before that Sir is an evil genius and that I never know or try to guess what he’s thinking.

One night Sir and I were just chatting when I received a message “ I feel a challenge coming”. Oh these words send my mind spinning, what, when,  why and who. Now I sit and think do I wait or dare I ask, I dare to ask as I’m a bit impatient. “ Group or just me ?” “Just you” was my reply, now my mind really does kick into overdrive, I then asked “Dare I ask what ?” now my answer was rather quick “ I want you to draw 50 cocks by the end of tomorrow, they can be sketch or simple lines drawing, but the last one I want full colour and detail and it better be a cock you’d like to have fuck you “ Now you say that’s not too bad, no it might not be, but I’ve got work that day, then don’t get home till gone 6pm, so on and so forth. Now this is where my obsessing comes in, I begin to think, I can’t draw, how many cocks do I need to draw in an hour to get my 50 done. You may not know that previous challenges my counting abilities have let me down big time, so I’m now panicking but it was bedtime so to sleep I went. Guess what I dreamt about that night, cocks, oh and get called a dirty slut ( which a girl can never complain about, well not this one) so the day arrived.

It didn’t start as I’d hoped and before I knew it, it was lunch and no cock drawn, so my mission began. I started in batches of 5/10s. First lot sent, I just Imagined Sir laughing his head off cause let me tell you as the day progressed I did wonder if I  actually knew what a cock looked like. Let me tell you, you ain’t seen nothing like them, I tried to vary them some hard, some not so, apparently some rather big ….rather rather big so much so that Sir passed comment on the size of some them, so I progressed through the day drawing and sending, receiving comments like ‘well they have strange heads, is that a dog,’ I think I had one compliment of that’s a good sketch, so I think we established 1 out off 50 proves I’m not very good at drawing or I should pay more attention when I’m close to them for such occasions as this. I continued with my doodle doodles and finally at around 7pm I’d done all 50 drawn and sent, now I have to admit I wondered is this it or will there be more. Luckily that was it and Sir said “Top cocking today Piggy.”

I’d managed it 50 cocks, in fact I think I managed 51, I did 2 coloured ones…….so my counting abilities didn’t let me down and I did have quite a giggle doing them as I’m sure Sir did receiving them……

Well we are on holiday soon, so I’m sure they’ll be more to report next time

First real punishment from Daddy.

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First real punishment from Daddy.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

48 with loopy

10 with cane

7 with Alcatraz strap

Saturdays play and my first maintenance spanking from Miss Adira.

Saturdays play and first maintenance spanking.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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