A foursome.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Tickets mean prizes.

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

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

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

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

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

Buying a new cuddily.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Two weeks with a chest infection and getting very fed up now.

Two weeks with chest infection.

I’m getting really fed up with being on sick leave, after 2 months with my back/ chronic  pain being so severe, 2 weeks of feeling well, I get this chest infection.

Coming to the end of week 2, still coughing like crazy, 2 lots of antibiotics and inhalers, plus steroids and my chest is still as tight as it was at the start. Never had one before, apparently dr said that was very lucky as I have asthma, but feeling drained is an understatement.

Yesterday I thought I was at the end of it, felt energetic, well my version of energetic. Cleaned the shower, kitchen, irons my sons shirts for his new job starting Monday  and cleaned out our bearded dragons home. Probably overdone it.

It’s gotta start feeling better coz me, Master, Daddy and PiggyJ are going to Blackpool, play in the arcades and staying over at their house.

But we seem to be giving each others cold germs, one after the other, Daddy has a bad cold now, Master is still snotty from his cold last week. PiggyJ was the first to have a cold but it seems to have cleared completely. But it’s not gonna stop us meeting each other, I’m really looking forward to it.

PiggyJ’s lines and frogs punishment for telling Master to f off.

  Piggy And The Frogs

So I know your all probably expecting this to be a blog form Serf, well it’s not it’s piggy’s turn to tell you about her exploits and trouble I  to managed to find herself in…….

Well it was a Saturday visit from Sir and serf, visit not a sleep over so our time together was shorter than a sleepover. The visit started as they usually do, I’m naked when they arrive kisses and cuddles are given to everyone. I made the brews, one day I will get it right I always get Sir and serfs coffees mixed up so have to ask. Coffees where drank, the. Sir said “right it’s nearly 3, both of you upstairs and get naked. I already was, so serf stood up and started to undress……..now no doubt Serf will tell you more about the play.

R(my hubby n serfs Daddy) then came home so they said their hellos and me and Sir then. Joined them, downstairs, we then all started with a drink, I started with WKD which in truth didn’t last long in fact I’d drank it by the time dinner was gotten. I then started with the wine(and here was my first mistake), we had dinner and and started to watch a film. I was lay on Sirs lap, jokari in hand he kept swatting ,my bum and thigh. I continued to drink my wine feeling the effects now, now this bit is a bit fuzzy but what I do know is I told Sir to “fuck off” now I’m allowed to swear unlike serf however I’m not allowed to swear at Sir. When it came out of my mouth there was a gasp form R and serf and how they didn’t get whiplash with how fast there heads turned towards me and  then looking at Sir I don’t know. Then there was silence, I looked at Sir saying sorry, a shake of the head and I knew, and then we will discuss this tomorrow. I knew I was in trouble, but I also knew he won’t discuss it now.He then patted his legs for me to lie down again, I lay back down, thinking what I am going to get punishment wise, now my usual punishment start at 50 with an implement of Sirs choice, nervous at what Sir would decide.The evening continued film watched and the time for then time for them to leave, again Sir said we will discuss the f bomb tomorrow sheepishly I said okay.

So Sunday messages exchanged but nothing, had Sir forgot and then the message I’d been waiting for, 10 yes 10 A4 pages of lines “I must not swear at Sir,I’m sorry.”by Tuesday. I asked front and back he replied yes so I knew I needed to get a move on as I was swimming Monday night I’m normally last minute with things. So I made a start Sunday managed to get 3 pages done, I didn’t realise how long lines take to do, as it’s not one off my tasks. Monday before work I started to do more, I spoke with serf who said she n daddy thought my lines where a bit lenient, I said that I didn’t believe this was it and I was expecting more. I spent my lunch Monday doing more lines and then again on Tuesday morning I managed to have them finished early. I did however half way through have a mini panic, I hadn’t put any punctuation in, would Sir pick up on this, if I didn’t have it would I have to do them again. So I went through them again adding the punctuation. I then sent pictures and video to Sir and waited. I then got a message excellent….now….google how to make a origami frog…..what I thought(well actually Wtf)….to be done by Thursday so I had two days to make 10 origami frogs. Monday I googled it how many videos are there, loads of videos the  first ones I found they where with smaller pieces of paper. I amended my search to A4 origami frogs, watching a video they ripped the paper,Omg I thought can I rip the paper, I asked if I could I didn’t get an answer so I thought I’m gonna have to. I tried to do a few to no avail….I then tried to do one fully 45 minutes later,45 minutes and my patience tested to its limit,( to the point where I nearly messaged Sir saying I can’t do it. I then remember a time where I said I couldn’t do a punishment he’d set, and believe me that’s not something I want to repeat) I had one done only 9 to go now once I’d figured out a part away I went. I finished them all by end of the day. Again pictures and videos sent, thinking maybe that was it. How wrong was I message came through…excellent…..now…give the frogs to 10 people….I thought this is easy the time scale of Saturday lunch seemed far to easy. I’ll just give them to work colleagues…as I was replying a message came through that I missed….oh did I say they have to be strangers, and then I want a selfie…once I saw this let’s say I said a few swear words….I was thinking where does Sir think of these ideas. Thursday morning I started shift early, my first stranger a different cleaner. Explaining what I had to do, I could see on his face he thought I was a loon…I had to do this 9 more times, people will think I’m a nutter, so out I went on my break looking for people who I thought wouldn’t get me sectioned…I managed to find 5 strangers to give my frogs to…I left it there for Thursday. Friday I got into work early, lingering outside work I approached people on their way into work, now I don’t know if they where still sleepy but these people seemed a bit more enthused to partake in getting my frogs some where even quite impressed. There where people who just went no or when I said about pictures I got my frogs back. I managed it though 10 people now have my froggy, however I’m kinda hoping I don’t see them again, as it was my lines that I had to right, they may ask what’s going on. I done it though all pictures sent to Sir, Sir said top froggin…there was no…..now….finally I thought I’m done

How wrong was I, so this afternoon another message….to finalise the swearing piggy , frog punishment write a blog about the experience…..so here it is

What have I learnt….don’t swear at Sir….maybe drink less wine (although we have a giggle when we drink) and finally…..I’ve learnt that my Sir is an evil genius and I think I need to buy him a white pussy cat.

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

Watching a live spanking with Daddy.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

So the spanking session began.

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

Did she understand ? Yes Daddy, LittleM said quietly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Swearing last week.


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Sorry I’ve not been blogging much.


Well after my 2 month sick leave, due to my back, I had 2 lovely weeks of slowly getting back into doing things, knowing I still had to be very careful with my back.

During my second week I began to get a cold. Unfortunately one of those things that pass from person to person, especially when they are all play partners. PiggyJ started first, then Daddy, followed by Master, then shortly after me. It’s one of those colds that prolongs leaving your body, but PiggyJ and Daddy were soon fine whilst Master’s and mine would not leave. Last week I began to lose my voice, ( wehey I hear Master and Daddy shouting, ) by Monday night I had no voice and a very nasty chesty cough. Master said I needed to go to the doctors, which I did on Tuesday only to be told I’ve a bad chest infection.

Never had one before so first time for everything I guess.

Day 2 of antibiotics and I’m feeling a bit better as long as I don’t laugh or cough. Though I feel pretty wiped out doing the smallest job and hearing my chest squeak and wheeze is quite amusing, like having a pet mouse squeak at me.  Blimey I must feel I’ll if I find that amusing. Anyway hopefully I will get back to doing regular blogs soon. Hope you are all doing okay.

Anyway I have a couple of blogs I’ve just not posted so even though they will be a few weeks overdue, I will still post them.

Cursing.

Swearing.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Little Minxs Good Girl Chart.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Waking up in the morning, all sore in different places.

Waking up in the morning all sore in different places.

Sunday morning I woke up, hearing Daddy already up, letting the pets go in the garden, cleaning the kitchen. When he came back into the living room, he climbed back into bed and snuggled up closely to me. Slowly his hand slid down my body, fingers spreading my legs as they also found my happy spot.

A spot so sore, I winced as he touched me, rolling my clit round and round, as fingers tried to enter me. I felt so swollen, extremely painful and very dry. The dryness caused by my flippin menopause, I was ready to tell Daddy to use the lube PjggyJ brought down last night but I didn’t. I think I find it a bit embarrassing to be so dry. It’s not because I’m not turned on, absolutely not, the HRT patches are supposed to alleviate this problem, but it’s not working.

Anyway feeling my dryness, Daddy licked his fingers then entered again. It was hard to push the pain to the back of my head, to not say stop but it also reminded me of the fun we had the night before, a grin on my face as I remembered.

I’ve been on sick leave since the beginning of December, so we’ve not really played. Its banned when I’m on sick leave because I can’t help moving, grinding, thrashing about. Even this weekend Master said we were allowed to play but we must be gentle.

And Daddy did make sure I didn’t go mad, but he also wanted to rock my world. He wanted to pleasure me until I could take no more.

He certainly made that happen, I grinned as I looked back, how many times had I cum, at least 5 or 6. I know I squirted, well I gushed like a dam bursting, 4 or 5 times that night, and boy did I need it. Even after my first one, my body kinda felt refreshed,  I felt alive again. But Daddy hadn’t finished with me yet.

As his fingers delved into the depths of my happy spot, his thumb tickled and teased my clit, it wasn’t long before I felt my juices begin to slip around Daddy’s fingers, making it feel amazing once more. Sitting up, Daddy was able to reach deeper, I gasped, grinding myself to meet his fingers. An orgasm building up inside me, I cried out, unable to keep it quiet.

“Do you want to cum babygirl ?” Daddy asked. I cried out a Yes please. “Are you ready to squirt baby ?” he asked  Yeesssss I muttered/cried/screamed out. Daddy laughed, “Cum for me, little girl, make Daddy proud. Squirt for me baby.” I needed no encouraging, as I almost violently let myself go, my cum gushed out like a tsunami, flooding the bed, I felt it up my back but I hadn’t finished as Daddy paused for a moment, so I could get my breath back, but only seconds later he started again and I was quickly thrown into our passion once more. This time there was no squirting, it was a calmer orgasm, one to end a desperate play, I’d been frantic for. Daddy had certainly rocked my world.