The songs I chose for Miss Adira.

The songs I chose for Miss Adira to represent her, Master and Daddy.

Master.

https://youtu.be/oqiT6HXAz8s ( This link won’t play the right song, so just write song, there is no artist into YouTube if you want to listen to it. )

Suck Me Off.  

Dominated Love Slave. Green Day

He Hit Me And It Felt Like A Kiss. Nicole Dollanganger.

Erotica. Madonna

Daddy.

Naughty Girl. The Hard Rollin Daddies.&

https://youtu.be/oqiT6HXAz8s ( This link won’t play the right song, so just write song and artist into YouTube if you want to listen to it. )

I Just Wanna Make Love To You. Freddie King.

Been a bad girl. Khia.

Erotica. Madonna

Miss Adira.

Love me like you do. Ellie Goulding

She Dominates. Blitzkid.

S & M Rhianna

Erotica. Madonna

Spank My Booty. Lords Of Acid

I think all these songs are very good representations of my dynamic with Master, Daddy and Miss Adira. She was very pleased with what I chose.

My sentence.

My sentence.

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

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

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

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

I will heed Miss Adira’s warnings.

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

A  E I  M Q U  Y

B  F J  N R V  Z

C  G K  O S W

D  H L  P T X

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

A  E I  M Q U  Y ……BLUE

B  F J  N R V  Z ……BLACK

C  G K  O S W ……..RED

D  H L  P T X ……….PURPLE

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

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

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

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

Waiting for my sentence.

Awaiting my sentence.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

So back to yesterday…………….

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

More bratty conversations until…………

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

My very cheeky reply was, Oh thank you bunches.

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

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

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

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

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

Day 11 building this damn matchstick house.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

4 fudging times I tried to make this fudging house. 

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

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

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

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


July’s blog from Daddy.

Tuesday 2nd July blog…….

Well as promised me avid readers I would try and do a blog once a week then submitted them all at the end of the month, sooooo, this is the first blog of the month where me and my Little Minx’s went for our tattoos this past Tuesday, which would have been the 2nd of July, my tattoo was a belated birthday present from my Master and the tattoo for Little minx’s was our first anniversary present as Master had suggested the tattoo, pics will follow….

So I arrived at Littles house about 9.30 that morning, gave the pups a fuss and gave Little Minx’s a big kiss then pretty much left.

On the way to the town centre we had decided to call at the local Morrison’s to get some lunch whilst we were at the tattoo studio and I thought it would be nice to have a little breakfast as well whilst we were there, whilst having our breakfast Little Minx’s had said she needed to call at the bank before we went to get our tattoos, so after breakfast we headed into town parked up near as dam as swearing to the bank then went to the bank, now this is when the saga begins……….

Little had headed over to the cashier to either put money in or out not really sure, so I decided to sit down on the comfy seats and play what ever crap was on my phone, a minute later I heard my name being bellowed, I looked up and Little Minx’s was all of a fluster saying she had lost her bank card (again I might add), I looked at her and had  said “You’ve only just used it to buy your lunch at Morrison’s”, “I know” she replied “I had put it in my phone and it’s not there and not in my bag”, “Give me your car keys and I will go and see if it’s fell out” I replied, so I took Littles car keys and toddled off to the car her wonderful fiat 500, (erm Daddy, it’s an Abarth, not a fiat 500, ) so gets to her car, has a good old root around and surprise surprise no card, bugger I thought, so heads back up towards the bank and met Little half way and she asks if I had found her card, I told her I hadn’t, so at this point she’s getting a tad bit stressed, saying she can’t pay for my tattoo now as she had lost her card, I said to her to stop panicking, we can get my tattoo done another time it wasn’t an issue, I advised Little to go back to Morrison’s and we will retrace our steps see if it’s been handed in.

We headed back to Morrison’s and arrived in quick time, we passed the disabled bays where we had parked originally, I jumped out of the car and told Little Minx’s to park up whilst I check the bays to see if it had been dropped, so I went checking and very luckily no sooner as I checked, I saw her bank card on the floor, I went back to Little and passed her card back and quite firmly told her to put her bank card inside her purse and not back inside her phone, as this was not the first time she had lost her bank card.

So after that little saga and Little Minx’s being a little tired, we headed to the tattoo studio to get our tattoos.

Arriving just after eleven at the tattooist both artists were getting ready for us, now Littles tattoo was only going to take a hour so that wasn’t bad for her, however mine was a good old two and a half hours or so I was led to believe, bloody three and a half hours, as it took longer due to the amount of colour being packed it, but it looks so good A had done a really good job and Master was pleased as was both Little and Piggy….and Little’s tattoo was really good as well with vibrant colours, now both tattoo artists know of our relationship and are quite intrigued.

So once both tattoos had been done, we headed to the piercing studio, as I was having my PA ring upgraded to a 6mm and my ladder bars changed to a nice blue, now over the weekend I had lost my second bar down and found it on the Sunday on the floor in the bedroom, I asked Piggy to put it back in however after several minutes messing about, it wouldn’t go back in, I spoke with Little that Sunday evening and asked if we could nip into the piercers on the Tuesday and see if they could change the bars and PA ring. So we arrived at the piercers, A wasn’t in so the nice lady tended to us and explained that one of the bars had fell out and whilst we were there would she mind changing the bars and PA, of course she didn’t mind as we were regular customers and Piggy is due there this coming Saturday. 

I hopped on to the seat and she started to change the bars she looked at the one which was missing and tried to put the bar in however the bloody thing wouldn’t go in so she said she would have to repierce that particular hole, so I braced myself for a restabbing and god damn she went slow and it tiggled just a little, that done she changed the rest of the bars but was unable to change the PA ring as it was to stiff and she had issues with her wrist, so all that done we went to pay and prepay for Piggies piercing ready for Saturday.

We left there and headed back to Littles house I couldn’t stay as I had to take the car in to the repairs that afternoon, I gave a big cuddle and kiss to Little and said I would message her when I got back home…..

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.

Teaching my dog to be a brat.

I always said your dogs are like your owners.
Mine are short, over weight and have bad hips.
Just like me. Except I’ve more issues.
Muffin does a cracking death stare.
I do too.
Muffin gets in mega moods when told off.
Well yes, you guessed it, so do I, tho mine are usually proper tantrums.
Muffin does a cracking dirty look when told off. Different to death stare.
I do too.
Muffin doesnt believe she shud have to do stuff.
I try my best to get out of doing stuff. IE; ( Punishments )
Muffins sleep is rubbish.
Mine is too.
She loves choccy and all the wrong stuff.
I do too.
Just told her off for chewing leg and I got an eye roll and a humph.
Mmmmm think thats a bit, no a LOT like me. Lol.
I must be teaching her right.

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.