Miss Adira’s task / punishment task

Miss Adira’s task / punishment task.

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

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

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

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

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

Getting that tingly feeling.

Getting that tingly feeling.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Miss Adiras erotic story. Chapter 3.

Chapter 3. Sunday 17 March.

She had had enough. The leg shaking was always the sign. But Dakota had not finished. Another large drop landed directly on her nipple, then another as Stephie cried out, shaking, trying to twist away. Dakota had had enough, grabbing one breast, she squeezed hard, taking one earphone out, she just said, “ Still,” then put it back. Stephie immediately stopped moving, sobbing quietly, gasping when her breast was let go, eventually DAkota walked away, blowing the candle out. She was not happy with Stephies behaviour at all today, her moving and screaming had ruined her fun, she needed to deal with this now.

Dakota released her from her harnesses, helping the shaky Stephie down from the stools. She removed the blindfold and earphones then released the bit gag. Stephie shook her arms and legs to get the blood flowing again, tears still fell quietly. “ You’ve disappointed me today Stephie, you know you are not permitted to move, wriggle, make so much noise. You’ve let me down, let yourself down. And ruined my play. Now you will be punished for it.” Dakota told her firmly. “ Please Dakota, I’m sorry, please no more, I can’t take any more. “ Stephie pleaded, lifting her hands up to beg but she knew it was a waste of time.

Dakota moved a dining room chair to the middle of the room, “ Come here and kneel on the chair.” Stephie followed her instruction immediately, “ Now lean over and touch the floor, “ pausing for a second before she did it. Embarrassed now as her bottom stuck out and up, knowing whatever was going to happen now, was going to hurt a lot more than what had already happened. Her skin was taught and tight meaning every stroke of a pain implement would hurt like hell. Then Dakota went away for a second, leaving the room before returning with something in her hand. She walked over to the table and began peeling a ginger root, breaking it into two pieces, she quickly, expertly carved each one into a butt plug shape, once satisfied she went back to her naughty sub. Stephie began shaking when Dakota rubbed one ginger plug over her happy spot, noticing how wet she was. Then she inserted that one into her bottom hole, it slid in easily with her own juices over it, the she rubbed the other one all over her happy spot, knowing it would be burning already, then she pushed in into her happy spot hole.

Stephie was already squirming, the heat and pain a piece of root ginger caused was incredible. Satisfied, Stephie was already squirming and uncomfortable, she walked over and picked the dragon cane from her display wall, just as Stephie looked up and saw it. A horrified, pleading look came to her face, Dakota smirked. “ You’ve been a bad girl Stephie, ruining my play is very naughty isn’t it ?” She paused for an answer. “ Yes Dakota, it’s very naughty.” Stephie tried to say more but her voice was shaking too much. “ With each stroke, you are to say, 1, I will not ruin my Mistress’s play. 2, I will not ruin my Mistress’s play.” Dakota said tapping the cane on her crimson bottom.

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.

First major tantrum with Miss Adira.

My first drunken disobedient strop/tantrum with Miss Adira, whilst on our naturist holiday.

In the morning Master and Daddy went to Tesco to stock up on essentials, food, treats and most important booze. We had limited space in the car so could only bring food for one day. Miss Adira and I went for a walk through the fields and woods until we came across one of the ponds. There are lovely pathways all around their land for us naturists to enjoy. A couple of public footpaths were marked off, warning naturists that people may get offended by seeing naked people about so they were avoided. But having found one of the ponds we sat there and chatted. Mostly it was about how we’ve messed up on something so received a punishment or how Miss Adira may write things in a text message only to delete it, saying it’s not worth the risk. Whereas I would just press send coz I was peeved off. We were both very stubborn and pig headed neither of us willing to back down or not have the final say. So far Miss Adira and I had not been in this dilemma, she and Daddy had warned me that I did not want to get on her bad side when our dynamic began because I would not win. I think in my stupid naive head, I believed she wasn’t as bad as they made out. Daddy always said Miss Adira would have me crying within minutes, just by what she has said as she was very clever with her words, again the bratty stubborn side of me really didn’t believe she was that bad. My sensible head believed she was.

So back to our holiday.

Having been drinking wine since lunchtime, I was getting very merry. I’m a bit odd, in the way that if I had wine in a glass, I would drink very very slowly, not really enjoying it, probably only having a quarter of the glass before chucking it out. Now since I became Daddy’s ‘little’ and he puts wine in my sippy cup I drink very quickly and it tastes really nice. Told you I was a bit odd. Before holidays I bought Miss Adira and I some plastic cups with lids and straws as you can’t take proper glasses to the sunroom or hottub. These cups you can put in the freezer to keep your drinks colder for longer.  And I drank wine very quickly out of these cups.

On Wednesday after Master and Daddy had purchased more alcohol I had drunk rather a lot, feeling very merry, well a little bit……no I was pissed. I was enjoying the hottub then floating in the pool. Messing about in the hottub I splashed water over Miss Adira’s face. “I think someone may be getting a spanking for that”, she told me. So what do I do…..yep I do it again, not once but twice. Daddy had a look of sheer shock and horror as he knew she did not like water on her face. “I will meet you upstairs when you come back,” she told me. Being rather drunk I dismissed the comment. When she left Daddy asked me if I had a death wish because he would never, ever splash water on her face coz she would go mental. I didn’t really believe she would be that annoyed by it. Anyway we left the hottub and went to the pool, I was enjoying just floating in the water, holding one of those noodle float things under my head, my body just naturally floated, and for once, my back wasn’t hurting. So I just floated for a long time. Daddy wanted to go back so I told him I was staying in, so he left but he quickly returned because Master had told him, he should not have left his drunken ‘little’ in the pool by herself. Though I kept telling him to go, he said no, and sat in the chair watching me float.

When we eventually returned Miss Adira was there, looking stern, telling me to go to her bedroom. I just flatly said No, I want a shower first. After a few No’s I went to the shower. Miss Adira followed with the hairbrush in her hand. “That’s okay, I wanted to see how it was to spank you when you’re wet. Turn around.” she told me, standing in the doorway of the shower. “No,” I told her, deliberately facing her, over and over and over she told me to turn around, I kept stubbornly saying No. She whacked me a few times with the hairbrush, boobs and sides of my legs were perfect targets but still I refused to turn around.

Writing this now, the following morning, I’m shocked at how I reacted, I’d never do that to any of them if I was sober.

I kept saying, I need to wash my hair, I need to put conditioner on it, I need to wash the chlorine off my body, any excuse to stay in the shower, hoping she would just go. But as she told me many times, she would be there all night if necessary. So I washed myself all the time facing her.

Then the standoff began. Turn around, no. The shower was turned to cold, I turned it to hot again. The shower was turned off, I turned it back on again. I’ve no idea how long we were in there or how many times the shower was altered, but my stubbornness was getting worse and refused to leave. The final time, Miss Adira turned the shower off with a warning not to turn it on, the tone of her voice warned me not to.

After a while I just plonked myself on the floor in the corner, Miss Adira was really pissed off by now. Daddy had made dinner, telling us it was on the table, “Just leave it there,” she called to him then closed the bathroom door and sat in the shower.

Seriously stern lectures followed then, those awful words followed, ‘I’m disrespecting her,’ I told her I wasn’t but deep down I knew I was being very disrespectful. “You wouldn’t do this for Master or Daddy would you?” she asked. “Not anymore no,” I replied. Then eventually my emotions took over, those 3 words were always enough to make my stubbornness dissolve and tears start flowing.

Eventually Miss Adira persuaded me to get up, having had a long chat, I didn’t want to see the boys, I didn’t want to have my dinner, I just wanted to go to bed, but I wasn’t allowed, I had to have my dinner, then I could go to bed. But first we headed to the other loft and had snuggles in bed. I was still upset, and felt embarrassed seeing the boys so Miss Adira said we would have dinner in there, she brought the plates of food in, warmed them up in the microwave then we sat down. She made sure I’d taken my medication and also made sure I ate. If I started just playing with my food she told me off, until I’d eaten half of it.

Miss Adira wanted me to go upstairs and watch a film but I said I really didn’t want to. She knew it was because I felt embarrassed, ashamed, guilty and stupid, well I felt stupid, Miss Adira didn’t think that. Anyway she allowed me to go to bed, gave me my kindle and tucked me in. Giving me a kiss she left me to it, where I lay for a while before finally reading my book. I gave up after a few pages though, nothing would stay in my head and I was still feeling guilty about what happened.

I hadn’t realised but apparently I had fallen asleep, the others heard me snoring from upstairs in the annex.  But as usual I woke up so I read my kindle. Miss Adira popped her head through the door and found me awake, she gave me a hug, asking if I was okay, that’s when I found out I’d been asleep.

In the morning I went to see Miss Adira, we had a cuddle and I sat at the table for a while talking. We were all going to the pool but she said she was happy colouring inside so I went with the boys. Later on I sent her an apology text, saying I was drunk but not that drunk where I didn’t know what I was doing. She replied saying she appreciated the text message, the apology, the explanation but it was all forgotten with now, no further punishments were needed as she had got the desired result, (me crying feeling terribly guilty). She said we both knew there would be a time where this would happen because we were so alike and she knew from her experience that I would test her to this point to see what would happen.

So what have I learnt from this……..I will never win when I’m being disrespectful, stubborn or just flatly being really naughty……..I will never splash water in Miss Adiras face again……I never want to be in that position again, hear those words, see the disappointment in her face.

But as she had said before, it will happen again at some point because we are both so stubborn and pig headed and we would both test and push our Doms/Domme just out of pure devilment. But I hope I don’t test her again for quite some time.

One thing I know for certain is I never want to see the look of disappointment, upset, crossness, (is that a word, oh well it is now) on her face or hear her say I’m disrespecting her or wondering if I really did want this dynamic ever again. Those 2 things hurt me so much more than any severe spanking I’ve ever been given.

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

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.

A new task for Daddy from Master is to write a blog every month. Here’s his first one and I think he’s done a great job. Enjoy the read.

This life and time of Manho the Daddy

So, where do I begin, I would say right from the start would be as good of any place as any July 2017, but before we start here’s a little about me. I am nearly at my 42nd birthday, I am now a Daddy to my beautiful girl Little Minxs and a sub to Master, I am nothing to look at, 5’5”, slightly curvy (a lot), and a rather wicked sense of humour, and this little tale is how I became a Daddy Dom and submissive and the journey I have taken to get here so sit back, hold on tight and enjoy the ride.

As I said it came about in July 2017, the exact date I cannot remember, myself, my beautiful wife and our son was at a close friends house party and my wife had told me that she had full intentions of getting drunk “So don’t expect to go home early,” she says to me just before I went off to work that morning.

So, after a hard days graft (honest) we were at our friends house having beers and chilling, enjoying ourselves, I became rather tired and just wanted to sleep however Piggy, my wife, oh yes Piggy is the name given to her by Master G, or as she refers to him as Sir G, any way I digress, so being tired I just wanted to go home and sleep, however the lovely wife, Piggy had other ideas, just letting loose and getting drunk, now she had already polished off a bottle of wine and what ever else to be had consumed earlier that evening and was well on her way on the second bottle. Now Master and my Little Minxs will very well understand what happens next after Piggy has had a couple of bottles of wine, all I can say is Dr Jekell and Ms Hyde…….so I think it may off been about 11’ish we shall say and I asked Piggy if we were going home, this was a very stupid thing to ask really as she had already gave me the heads up she was planning on staying out and enjoying herself, so with the question asked she said “I told you this morning that we were staying out and I was planning on getting drunk,” so with that I skulked away, I do get rather narky when I’m tired so this didn’t help matters much.

I went into the front room of our friend’s house and sulked, after a bit I went back to join the rest and Piggy must of known I wasn’t happy which is when things in both our lives turned…and I must admit now for the most defiant better. I could see she was getting upset and I tried to stupidly talk to her but she just kept telling me to go away as I was making things worse, now I have seen her upset before and we have both been through a lot but to be honest I have never seen her this upset and I was crapping myself a lot as I didn’t know what to say or do to make amends at that point, and yes I should of left her alone but the pig headedness in me kept mythering her and winding her up even more to the point she just came out with the one sentence I would never forget, “I need more”.

Now at first as a man I just looked at her with a gormless expression on my face, and the response I could only give her was “eh”, “I need more, different cock”, now that hit me like a sack of shit, as believe me when I say my self esteem and confidence took a big blow was a understatement. She carried on explaining what she meant and we talked, and one thing in all of this is I didn’t want to loose her, this extraordinary, magically, wonderful woman who has been in my life for at least 13 years, so I told her I would be willing to try and do anything within reason. That evening or should I say early hours Sunday morning we went home and had nookies.

The next day we sat discussing this further, she reassured me that I wasn’t doing anything wrong but she had desires and needs and found it hard to approach me about them, I must admit I do have a very open mind and now has been opened even more after our experiences in the swinging seen and now in our polyamorous/ \Dom dynamic with both Master/Sir G and my Little Minxs/Masters Serf…with this being said this story will unfold next month when I write about our first meets, till then take it easy…..

Manho/Daddy..

Our first week as Domme/sub.

Our first week as Domme/sub.

It’s been a really good week in our new dynamic, I had been really good following my tasks, making sure everything was getting done. New tasks were added, more maths homework to help with the maths I do with Daddy and I now do spellings a week. Midweek I have a mock test for each subject, Miss Adira marks it and makes a note so when I have my proper test at the weekend, I should get a better mark.

Only when I was talking to my good friend LittleM, who is in a Daddy/little, Mummy/little dynamic, did I think of another rule she may do. And that was to eat healthily, properly and follow fitness pal. LittleM’s new Mummy had just done a new rule about how many sweeties she is allowed a day. She went mad as she was only allowed 3.

Having this run around my head, I decided to ask if Miss Adira was going to monitor my snacks, choccie and sweets. She said “Funny you should mention that, I was going to make it a rule in the near future”, I spluttered, “Are you gonna stop me choccie?” horrified at the thought. “No, maybe limit treats, then if you’ve had good meals and drunk your water then you could have a treat”. She told me. “You’re gonna check my water too?”  I gasped. “You got me started……”she said. Stroppily I replied, “Do I get a say in this?”

This is where Miss Adira is good with words, she replied, “I’m kinda hoping you do….and it goes something like……Yes Miss Adira I will eat more regular, fill in fitness pal and evidence that I’m drinking enough water…….Thank you Miss Adira for then saying if I do this I can have some sweet treats.”

“I…….I…….uuuggghhhhh” I replied. This I’m learning is not the correct response.

“I’m waiting. You have until 14.00…….. to say what I’m waiting for….” She told me. I still refused to say what I knew she was wanting.

A 14.00, she messaged “Really !!!!!! Ignoring me now. Not advisable.” She warned. “I’m not ignoring you.” I told her.

“Well I’ve not had a reply and it was time sensitive…..”She replied back. Sulkily I said “I’ve not done a reply coz I’m in a mood about it.” “Ah okay…..well this next bit is really gonna solidify this mood. I want you to go upstairs and write on your body “I will not sulk at Miss Adira” from your boobs down to your knees. Then go downstairs, get 3 ice cubes and put them up your bottom and stand in the corner for 20 minutes in your pose…….then take pictures and share them with your Master and Daddy explaining what you have done to upset me. Oh you have to pose naked And the writing is to be in permanent marker.” I groaned in my head but still went and did it.

Once I had done my punishment I felt more open to talk about starting a healthy living plan. Miss Adira didn’t understand why I kicked off, I’ve said before I wanted to lose weight, but Miss Adira never said healthy meals, she just wants me to eat regularly, which I do, drink more water and have my sweetie/choccies intake monitored, but she never said no treats at all.

I asked “Is this to go in the rules and tasks?” she said “Yes” . This will include a weekly weigh-in on a Monday. Ideally she wants me to drink at least 2 bottles of water, I’ve measured my cup and it takes 250ml of water so my coffee intake will be included as its decaffeinated. But she still wants me to drink at least 2 bottles of water. She said she will reinforce this rule by making sure 1 bottle is drunk before lunch and 1 before dinner or I may find myself drinking someone’s wee instead. Guess I’m gonna have to try harder with this rule.

Miss Adira wanted to understand what peeved me about this whole thing, I said “Just being told to start better eating, and told to drink more”. She said “Is it not the fact that I’ll be monitoring it and that means you will have to try harder than you usually would.” ( Oh she knows me so well. ) “Probably a bit of that”, I said.

We then changed the topic, my punishment was done, Master found it very amusing then later that day I apologised to her.

That day she chose my 10 spellings to learn and also said I had my 3 times table to learn. I would have mock tests Wednesday and Thursday then the proper tests on Saturday and Sunday. This weeks are relatively easy but I’m to write the words out on 2 lines and write my times table 9 times. My first mock tests went really well, I got them all right. Next week Miss Adira said she would give me much harder words to learn.

After only a few days in this dynamic, it just feels so natural and I love being more involved with Miss Adira. She’s very dominant, and when we did my mock tests, she was sat in her office at work, wearing a shirt and tie, I really felt my submissive side as I did my test. And I loved it.

We discussed the punishment she gave me from the day before, she wanted to know if it was too soft….too harsh……not what you expected. I told her “It was exactly how I thought it would be”. Miss Adira said “There wudda been more but I decided at it was your first infringement I wouldn’t be too strict”.

We were going to have our first day together on Friday and I can’t wait. It will be just a nice gentle day, watching a film, having cuddles, maybe a play, maybe a fun spanking, if I’m a good girl.

Unfortunately my sleep pattern fell to pieces again because I started to wake up at 2am, and what happens when I’m tired….I get moody, grumpy and bratty. Miss Adira had been sending me for naps every day but even though I was nodding off downstairs, by the time I went to bed I was awake again. But if I’d stayed on the settee I wouldn’t of slept either.

On the Tuesday Miss Adira told me I had to have an early night, bed at 8pm. I wasn’t happy with this and I hadn’t had chance for a nap. I repeatedly asked if I had to go to bed early, she video called me to ‘discuss’ my bedtime. She told me I could stay up BUT if I started to nod off or I decide to go to bed early then I will be going to bed at 7.30pm for the rest of the week. (She didn’t think I’d be able to stay up). She said, have a chat with Daddy whilst your thinking about it but I want an answer. Daddy then decided to just set a 7.30pm bedtime. Miss Adira said to him, “You can’t override my decision?” “Oh I can, I’m her Daddy, she’s been up since 2am, she’s had no nap so she’s going to bed at 7.30pm.” looking at me, I knew I had no choice but I wasn’t happy.

But, this little incident turned me on, I loved the fact that

Daddy decided to override Miss Adira, that’s how it should be but it was just so sexy, so hot to hear him say I can override your decision because I’m her Daddy.

So that was it, 7.30pm bedtime. During the day I’d been chatting with our spanko friends and I disrespected Miss Adira. Instead of writing Miss Adira, I just called her she. Which sounded really awful, when I looked back at the sent message. I felt really guilty so I confessed.

Much to my surprise her reaction wasn’t what I expected. I thought she was going to Skype or video call me as soon as she read the message, and really tell me off. Instead she firstly appreciated my acknowledgement that I was disrespectful, as she knows I get like this when I’m tired. But then she told me, “This was something I would not tolerate especially when it’s down to tiredness, yet when I try to give you an early night you just strop about it”. But she decided I needed some contemplation time to think about how I should respect my Miss, even if I’m in a grump. “So I want you to have 30 minutes contemplation time, once, dressed before lunch and once, naked before dinner, until Friday. Sitting on your stool, no TV, no music, no tablet, no distraction. I want you to think about how you should respect Miss Adira and how I only do things for your wellbeing and to ensure you are the best you can be.”

A few days later I was chatting with DaddyW, our spanko friends from across the pond, he told me to tell Miss Adira that she needed to be much stricter with me, I never told her until he asked if I had, when I said no he said, “Well I suggest you go and tell her”. I immediately did as I was told. Miss Adira asked “Why would he say this?” I said “He knows me very well, and known me for a good few years. He knows I need very strict discipline, rules, tasks and love”. “Ahhhh right okay” she said, thinking about what I’d said.

Miss Adira and I chat everyday whilst she is at work, she checks what I’m doing and how much water I drink. On the mention of water I replied “Uurrrrrrrr you’re frustrating”.  Miss Adira was not impressed with this comment. “Drink some water NOW”. She told me, her voice had changed, a sharp sternness was there. Yet she replied, telling me she was laughing. Then I got this…….

“5 pages front and back, saying Miss Adira is not frustrating…… by 9.22am tomorrow.” As usual I argued about it, asking why. She told me, “I simply told you to drink water because you’re dehydrated not hungry.” I sulked for a while, deliberately doing other things. Miss Adira was waiting for the appropriate reply, which was not gonna come for a few minutes coz my stubborn head wouldn’t let me.  “Do I need to put a timer on?” she asked. “What for?” I said. “Waiting for this”, she said highlighting the appropriate comment. I wasn’t sure what the timer had to do with it but I was sure it would be something unpleasant for me, so I gave in and said “Yes Miss Adira”. “Now let’s think about your bedtime tonight, I think 8pm today”. She told me. “Yes Miss Adira”, I replied again. Thinking there’s no point to arguing or moaning about it.

That evening I sat writing my 5 pages of lines, I wanted to get as much done as possible so in the morning there wasn’t loads left to do. I’ve decided I need to think before I speak or type messages. Miss Adira had shown me the correct meaning of frustrating, which implied the ideas were annoying and she made me angry,  this was far more disrespectful than referring to her as ‘she’. But I’d never be angry with her, Master or Daddy, I was just peeved. I think I’m going to have to think before I speak in future.

The next day I’d got all my homework done early as I was up at 2am. I needed to go to town for a few things then go to Tesco to get some groceries, whilst I was in Tesco I received another message. “Forgot to say, lines by same time tomorrow, so 9.22am”. “Eh what lines ?” I asked. “Please turn your notebook upside down and write Miss Adira is kind, caring and loving, in colour please”. I stopped dead when I read this, I chuckled and smiled, I knew this wasn’t the end. “You want me to turn the pad upside down, and write that in the space that’s left on the lines, what all 5 pages again ? I……….” I stopped talking and just sent…I will keep my mouth shut emojis. “Thank you Aurora”. She replied.

Chuckling, shaking my head I had nearly finished my shopping but my back was killing me. I wanted to take a picture of something to make Miss Adira smile. I headed to the cucumbers, picked one with a very wide girth then took a selfie holding it. I wrote on the picture, what should I do with this ? Then sent it to Miss Adira. By the time I was home, I could hardly move.

I asked Miss Adira if I had to do my contemplation time, thankfully she said no but add a day to the sentence. “So none today. But you’re here tomorrow.” I told her. “I’ll say do Monday and Tuesday next week then that will cover all the days you are owed”. She said. “Yes Miss Adira”. I told her.

I’d had a burning question I’d wanted to ask for a few days but kept chickening out. “Can I ask 2 questions please?” I asked  “Could I have my cuddily with me when I see you and could I have her when you spank me?” “Why would you like your cuddily with you then?” Miss Adira asked. “Comfort when you spank me whether it’s fun or punishment.  I just want my cuddily with us”. I explained. “I’m happy for you to have your cuddily”, she told me. “Thank you Miss Adira, it’s funny I feel my little coming out with you. I like that.” I told her. “Do you think its coz I’m more strict ? I like the soft tender moments, you lying on my lap, me brushing your hair, or cuddle times”. She told me.

I think Miss Adira will be my mummy/teacher/Domme in one. Though neither of us want her to be a mummy, but a bit of all 3 would be good, I like that idea a lot. We were both looking forward to our first spanking session too.

Later that evening she messaged me, “So I’d like a video of you playing with the cucumber. I want it sent to me as I leave the house to come to your’s tomorrow.” She told me. “Yes Miss Adira,” I replied.

I wonder what tomorrow will be like, I cant wait.

New story for Miss Adira.

Friday 15th March.

Miss Adira put in my tasks to write either an erotic story or poem, to be sent to her by Friday 6pm. I decided to write a story, based on a Domme/sub dynamic as I’ve never done this before. I now try to write 1 A4 side a day. Miss Adira has told me to post it daily so here’s what I’ve written so far. There’s no title yet, I’ve asked Miss Adira to choose one. I picked Dakota’s name because that was one of the names we liked when choosing Miss Adira’s name and Stephie seemed like a cute submissive name. Please let me know your thoughts or ideas on continuing the story, it’s something I really enjoy doing and keeps my mind occupied and away from my chronic pain.

Chapter 1.

Stephie strained her ears, trying so hard to hear her but the music playing in her headphones prevented to hear anything but beautiful classical music.

She was naked, her arms up, tied to a harness thing on the ceiling, she was stood on two step stools, spread wide, again tied to a harness thing on the floor, like a St Andrews cross, except she was in the middle of the room. That bit she knew.

Dakota had explained she would be tied up for as long as she wanted, she would do what she wanted to her, there was nothing stopping her, except the safe word. Something Stephie hadn’t said yet. Dakota doubted she ever would say it.

Stephie felt cold air blow towards her, causing goosebumps to appear on her skin, she really wanted to rub herself warm.

Suddenly she felt something cold, hard and sharp. Dakota slid the cheese grater across her body, going harder over her ample boobs, harder again over her sexy hard posterior. Dakota spread open one cheek, grating the grater over her most sensitive area. Stephie gasped, trying to move away but she couldn’t. A hand snaked around to her breast, squeezing, teasing her nipple, Stephie groaned in desire, as fingers continued playing with her nipples. Dakota turned the grater around and slapped her butt, Stephie gasped as Dakota continued to paddle her butt cheeks, but still playing with her boobs.

Dakota pushed her front forwards a bit, her butt jutted out, giving Dakota a chance to aim at her sit spot and thighs. She smiled as she heard Stephie cry out, her pretty face screwed up in pain then she walked away.

Stephie lifted her head up, sensing her Mistress was no longer there. Secretly she was thankful for the break, her burning bottom tingled, crying out to be rubbed but she couldn’t. Silent tears were soon swallowed up by the blindfold, tightly tied around her head. Dakota always restrained her tightly, but Stephie only ever tried to get out of them once and she would never do it again.

( One day I may tell you what happened, but for now we will continue with the story. )

Sephie used this break to meditate for a while, knowing full well that the play session was nowhere near being over and she feared what Dakota had planned. After a few minutes meditating, Stephie felt in control of herself again, standing tall of the stools. There was a cold breeze in the room. She suspected Dakota had turned the fan on again, goosebumps went up her arms, making her shiver.

Dakota was watching Stephie on her phone, there was a hidden camera facing her, well actually there were cameras all over the house, even the bathroom. She wanted to know what Stephie was doing at all times, as she was a brat.      

Saturday 16 March.

Stephie felt like she had been tied up for hours, she was cold but her bottom still burned and smarted. She began fidgeting, knocking her knees, wriggling her bum. She was bored and really needed a wee, she couldn’t cry out to Dakota. She began humming, knowing she wasn’t allowed but she was so bored she didn’t care.

Dakota watched as she drank her coffee, her face showed signs of anger but she waited, drank her coffee then headed back. Stephie needed punishing for this lack of respect. Stephie felt the air change, immediately she stopped humming and stood up straight. Suddenly she felt her bit gag go into her mouth, she instinctively opened it, accepting this intrusion which was then tied tightly. She must have heard me singing, Stephie thought. Turning her head left and right in the hope of hearing something, but she didn’t.

Dakota picked up the alcatraz strap, held it firmly in her right hand, her left hand held the end of the long leather tail. It was an evil strap, the holes in it cut into the skin and the leather bruised and whipped away at the skin. Feeling like a layer of skin was flayed away with each stroke. Dakota walked around Stephie, who was still attempting to hear or see something, anything. Just not that strap as Dakota whipped her bottom, once, twice, ten, twenty times. Stephie screamed into the gag, tears flowed quickly into the blindfold. She tried begging but it came out muffled. Moving to the other side of Stephie, Dakota raised the strap once more, hitting the back of her legs, then her upper back, one after the other, twenty, thirty times. Turning around she whipped the front of her legs and across her pelvic area. The length of the strap meant it tailed around too, so it wrapped around her legs and hips. She didn’t care how loud she screamed, she knew she wasn’t allowed to move or speak or scream yet she carried on like the brat she was. Secretly Dakota was amused by this,she wasn’t surprised how much she fidgeted, she had been there an hour already. But the had only just started, now this particular punishment was over.

Dakota put the strap down and picked up a burning candle. She walked back to Stephie, carefully moving the candle around her body, watching how her body flinched away from the heat of the flame. Waving it under her breasts, nipples, happy spot and bottom. She smiled to herself as a drop of hot wax fell over her breast, it dripped down before hardening. Stephie gasped, shaking her head as Dakota let drops fall over her other breast, over her raw back and sore bottom. Stephie shrieked then, she felt the flame wave over her happy spot, pausing as the flame flicked over her clit. Stephie suddenly pushed her bottom away, knocking the candle, sending wax over the floor and over Dakota. She stood quickly and slapped her face hard, twice on both sides. Stephie cried and attempted to say sorry, pleading with her to stop. Instead she let the candle drip over her nipples, making her scream louder, her legs shaking on the stools.

Sunday 17 March.

She had had enough. The leg shaking was always the sign. But Dakota had not finished. Another large drop landed directly on her nipple, then another as Stephie cried out, shaking, trying to twist away. Dakota had had enough, grabbing one breast, she squeezed hard, taking one earphone out, she just said, “ Still,” then put it back. Stephie immediately stopped moving, sobbing quietly, gasping when her breast was let go, eventually DAkota walked away, blowing the candle out. She was not happy with Stephies behaviour at all today, her moving and screaming had ruined her fun, she needed to deal with this now.

Dakota released her from her harnesses, helping the shaky Stephie down from the stools. She removed the blindfold and earphones then released the bit gag. Stephie shook her arms and legs to get the blood flowing again, tears still fell quietly. “ You’ve disappointed me today Stephie, you know you are not permitted to move, wriggle, make so much noise. You’ve let me down, let yourself down. And ruined my play. Now you will be punished for it.” Dakota told her firmly. “ Please Dakota, I’m sorry, please no more, I can’t take any more. “ Stephie pleaded, lifting her hands up to beg but she knew it was a waste of time.

Dakota moved a dining room chair to the middle of the room, “ Come here and kneel on the chair.” Stephie followed her instruction immediately, “ Now lean over and touch the floor, “ pausing for a second before she did it. Embarrassed now as her bottom stuck out and up, knowing whatever was going to happen now, was going to hurt a lot more than what had already happened. Her skin was taught and tight meaning every stroke of a pain implement would hurt like hell. Then Dakota went away for a second, leaving the room before returning with something in her hand. She walked over to the table and began peeling a ginger root, breaking it into two pieces, she quickly, expertly carved each one into a butt plug shape, once satisfied she went back to her naughty sub. Stephie began shaking when Dakota rubbed one ginger plug over her happy spot, noticing how wet she was. Then she inserted that one into her bottom hole, it slid in easily with her own juices over it, the she rubbed the other one all over her happy spot, knowing it would be burning already, then she pushed in into her happy spot hole.

Stephie was already squirming, the heat and pain a piece of root ginger caused was incredible. Satisfied, Stephie was already squirming and uncomfortable, she walked over and picked the dragon cane from her display wall, just as Stephie looked up and saw it. A horrified, pleading look came to her face, Dakota smirked. “ You’ve been a bad girl Stephie, ruining my play is very naughty isn’t it ?” She paused for an answer. “ Yes Dakota, it’s very naughty.” Stephie tried to say more but her voice was shaking too much. “ With each stroke, you are to say, 1, I will not ruin my Mistress’s play. 2, I will not ruin my Mistress’s play.” Dakota said tapping the cane on her crimson bottom.

Monday 18 March.

Stephie was hysterical after the second whip struck across her legs, now Dakota was enjoying herself, she liked to discipline her sub, she expected, demanded perfect behaviour, not what Stephie chose to do today, so she would be taught a harsh lesson. “ Please Dakota, please no more,” Stephie begged and she received another hard whip across her sit spot, she nearly fell onto the floor but luckily she didn’t, that was the last thing she should do. After 30 whips across her crimson backside and legs, Dakota put the cane down.

Gently she helped Stephie up to kneeling on the chair and hugged her tightly, Stephie clung to her Mistress, spluttering I’m sorry over and over. Dakota made soothing noises to calm her down, stroked her hair and back, feeling the welts and across her swollen bottom, she wouldn’t sit comfortably for quite a few days. “Now Stephie, I want you to spend 30 minutes in the corner, standing in your pose then you will go to bed for a nap. Understand Stephie ?” Dakota said quietly. “Yes Ma’am,” Stephie said, moving off the chair and walked awkwardly, painfully to the corner, she put the timer on for 30 minutes then got into her pose. Legs wide, hands behind her back, head bowed. Stephie sniffed throughout her cornertime, her body ached but her bottom felt like there was no skin left on it, the pain was indescribable.

When the timer went off, she turned it off and turned to look for Dakota, there was no sign of her. She had had no instruction from her as to what to do after the cornertime other than have a nap. She was starving and thirsty, so she went to the kitchen, chose a healthy cereal bar, a banana and a tall glass of milk. THen she took them to bed, she decided not to put the television on, just read her kindle until she had eaten. Getting into bed wasn’t easy though, her whole back area was a swollen, bruised, welted mess, the front of her legs were a mess too. Carefully she somehow climbed on the bed and slid on her side so little of her sore area touched the bed. She lifted the quilt over her, flinching as it touched her skin then ate her snack, drank her milk then she felt ready for a nap.

By the time Stephie woke up it was dark outside, looking at the clock, she saw it read 6pm but she didn’t know what time she fell asleep. Trying to move, Stephie let out a little cry, oh she hurt so much, tears sprang to her eyes again. Instead of getting up she decided to just put the telly on for a while. After a few minutes Dakota walked in, “Ah hello sleepy head, you’re finally awake.” She said, climbing on the bed and giving her a kiss. She spotted Stephie flinch, “Sore?” She asked, smirking, “Just a bit, well loads to be honest,” Stephie said looking sheepish. “Right roll over baby, let me look. I know I punished you severely and you understand why I did it, so I hope I don’t have to repeat this ever, or well for a while anyway knowing you.” She chuckled, rubbing her nose on Stephie’s, as she pulled the quilt away.

Dakota wasn’t surprised how she looked, her bottom was swollen almost double. “You’re gonna struggle sitting down for days.” “I know Dakota, but I deserved it,” Stephie said. “You bet you did, but tomorrow because I’m not an awful, evil Domme, you will stay in bed and let me look after you. Let me put some cream on, dinner is nearly ready, we will have dinner in bed, then you can have an early night.”