Got my butt spanked

Got my butt spanked last time as I accused Master of lying twice yesterday, he does not like to called a liar ever. As he never lies.

I couldn’t find 2 different things, thinking Master had moved them, to wind me up so I go looking for ages. They were actually where I left them.

Instead of asking him to help me look, or did he see where I put it, or just looking more, I told Master he musta done it. Unfortunately for me, I was wrong. And I deserved this spanking.

Master has now decided morning spankings will resume as he thinks I’m in need of it.

Last night I was bent over the bed whilst the Giant Devil walloped my ass.

This morning I was over his knee, whilst the Little Devil walloped my ass.

Manho’s blog for February.

Manho’s Blog

 

So my avid readers, it’s been a while since my last blog so I thought it was time for a little catch up, so Christmas and New Year has past and all in all its been a rather quiet start to this year, not much has happened. Little Minxs has been, well, let’s say a reasonably good girl, although she has had her moments and I would say is long overdue for a good bloody spanking, but I am debating whether it should be a fun spanking or a punishment spanking, we shall see. Although both Little Minxs and Piggy had a good spanking session a week ago and was rather quite arousing to see my two girls playing and what not. 

Now as for me, I may have got me in troubles a little, for lord only knows what for and when Master and Little Minxs came to see me and Piggy a week ago, I was apparently due a prodding with the cattle prod Piggy had got as a Christmas present from Master. Now let me say this for the record, that shit hurts like a son of a bitch and only had a prod once on Boxing Day when we visited Master and Little Minxs and trust me I did not like it at all. Must admit I don’t like receiving a  spanking punishment either, cause if I’m honest, I am a whimp. Anyhow Master asked me to give him a suitable replacement punishment instead of a prodding with the cattle prod, so stupidly I suggested using one of piggy’s anal plugs wearing it all day whilst I was at work, with that said Master agreed and I had to take photos every two hours and send them to Little Minxs as proof.

The following Monday I got up at bit earlier, knowing I had to stick an anal plug up me bum. So I had the lube and plug ready the night before in the bathroom, I goes into the bathroom, does me teeth and what not, then lubed up the anal plug and god all mighty, trying to negotiate getting the plug up me bum was an experience. Now being honest I am not the smallest of peoples and trying to stick the bloody plug in was an experience that nearly bloody killed me, I ended up several times nearly falling into the bath, trying to get the plug in and I am not talking about the bath plug either. Eventually the plug managed to find its was up the bum so I thought. job done and start to walk onto the landing to get dressed and after literally two steps, the bloody thing fell out, so again I had the messing about trying to stick the plug in the hole. Finally job done, I go to get dressed and again the thing fell out, for F@*k sake I muttered, again I got it back up. I got meself dressed and finished off what I needed to do, still feeling this dam plug slipping out. So after about 15-20 minutes I felt a little sick and a couple of minutes after that, my head was in the white porcelain goddess, gagging and being a little sick. I thought nope, I can’t do this and pulled the plug out. Now I know this was a replacement punishment and I spoke with Little Minxs that morning and explained what had happened, she was giggling at my misfortune, evil Little Minxs she was. So I sent a video message to Master with regards my incident shall we say, with the anal plug and I don’t think he was impressed. A little while later I received a message from Master and it read, I have to wear a bra and knickers and stand outside a pub and take a photo with just these on and the photo must include the signage as well, this must be done and sent by the 7th March. I have to now do these pictures and 10 of them by the 7th March! Bollocks is all I am going to say with that.

Anyway I must now plan what public houses I am going to take these photos from and ensure they are submitted to Master before the 7th, I will let you know how I get on, until next time…….

What’s happened in February

So what’s been going on recently………

 

Even though we are only half way through February, I felt there was enough to talk about now.

Happy Valentines Day to all my readers, hope you were all spoilt rotten, spanked hard and fudged even harder  🙂

I’m trying to get into my new rules, asking Miss Adira if I can go to the toilet, sometimes she tells me I have to go outside, videoed and once sing her a song at the same time, just for her amusement. And that was incredibly difficult. Concentrating on crouching down and weeing outside, but then to concentrate on singing the song, as it had been raining all day, the song I chose to sing was It’s Raining, It’s pouring. But when I actually felt I needed a wee, it had stopped raining but I did it anyway. And she was amused.

Snooze time is still a hard rule, one I’ve had for a long time, but my stubbornness sometimes makes me fight it, I have genuinely forgotten once, on a Saturday, I know Miss Adira was not happy about that. I know I need it as my sleep is just rubbish, but somehow though I am 99% submissive, that 1% is always connected to me thinking I should be able to choose if I want a snooze or not. Mainly due to the fact that all I think about it is, what I could be doing instead of sleeping. Sometimes I feel okay after a nap, other times I feel even more tired. I take my kindle, the dogs settle quickly on the bed and I get myself comfy, prop up my book so all I need to do is use 1 finger to move the page. This is usually the best way of getting me to sleep, but there are times I just rest and read. Miss Adira is happy with that, as long as I have timeout in bed to rewind, snooze or just rest.

The rule about using no slang, having correct punctuation and grammar isn’t going too bad, sometimes if I’m having a rant or excited about something I may forget and use slang but it’s getting back into the habit of not using text speech and use the Queen’s English instead. Miss Adira hasn’t pulled me up about it but I like to think I don’t do it often. If I’ve noticed in my messages I will correct it before sending it. So this is going well.

 

Now to the most exciting part of what’s happened so far. One of Miss Adira’s rules is to practice making myself squirt twice a week and video it. This is something I’ve never accomplished by myself, I do a lot when my Doms play with me, often wondering where all this cum comes from inside of me, as I can squirt and squirt, cum and cum multi times in one play. Only stopping because I’ve exhausted myself. I’ve bought myself many G’spot toys to try to find the spot, all to no avail. My first try was a total fail, oh I had a lovely play but nothing else. I’d rubbed all around my insides, catch a spot but just not get the right angle. Miss Adira had a very good vibrator that she says she uses a lot but it cost a lot, like £90 or something. I said that it would have to be a birthday or Christmas present at that price. Then she found one, in the sale, like reduced to £50 or just under. So I got it. And I must say as vibrators go, it’s pretty wicked. But even with this toy I couldn’t squirt. I was annoyed with myself, I felt I’d let myself down but mostly let Miss Adira down. Though I know she wouldn’t be as she could see I was trying and the point of the exercise was to keep trying. One day a while ago Miss Adira then sent me a link to a YouTube video, about how to make yourself squirt. A man, walking in the park, telling us women what to do. Oblivious of who walked past as he said squirting in nearly every sentence. But I listened to what he said and waited until I could try again. I had a while to wait as I had some female health issues to deal with. But once I felt better I thought I was ready to try. Miss Adira had also said it was all about relaxing, enjoying a good play, multi orgasms, then relax and see what happens. 

So this week I thought right, lets try, set up the video, cushions, waterproof mat (most important), vibrator and lube, dogs were settled on the other end of the bed, so I began. Enjoying a very good play, cumming 4-5 times, I was spent, but I always enjoy keeping the vibrator going inside whilst I come down from my high. I turned it around so the rabbit ears teased my bottom, then gently rubbed my back wall, I’d changed the settling so it felt different, I could soon feel myself building up again, a different pressure was growing, rubbing my vibrator quicker, more fiercely I felt the pressure explode and I began to leak. Not sure at first if it was me squirting or me peeing. But I knew, I knew the continued feeling, the high, the complete release. I’d forgotten I was videoing it, talking to myself I cried out, “I’m doing it, I’m squirting, I can’t believe I’ve done it, OMG, YYEEEHHHHH.” (This amused Miss Adira a lot,) I have to say I was really proud of myself as I have tried so many times and failed. But after enjoying that first time, I continued to play, now I know what to do. I stopped the video and set it again to video my play. This would be a short one for Master and Daddy. I wanted them to see me squirt and be part of it too, but I know Miss Adira will want her own video to be just for her. I continued to enjoy playing and squirting until I really couldn’t go on anymore, physically I was exhausted, my arm heavy and tired. I still wonder where all this fluid comes from, the waterproof mat was sodden.

Eventually I got up with shaky legs, tidied up, and gave myself a quick shower. I couldn’t wait to tell my Doms. Master will be very proud of me and so would Miss Adira. So I went on our group chat, (knowing Miss Adira would see if first) and sent her a link to a girl squirting on YouTube. She responded immediately. “Why you looking a naughty pictures ?”  “Am I not allowed ?” I replied. “That’s not what I asked or said “ Miss Adira replied. Feeling a teeny weeny bit cheeky I said “So you wanna know why I’m looking at naughty pics ?” “Go on then,” She said.

“COZ I DID IT. I ACTUALLY DID IT.” I said, sending her the video.

A bit later she told me she was very proud of me, which made me grin like a Cheshire cat. Where did that saying come from ? Is it an old wives tale ?

To grin like a Cheshire cat means to smile broadly. Some definitions of the term stipulate that the smile must be so broad as to expose the gums. The idiom grin like a Cheshire cat may have the connotation that the person who is grinning is in possession of knowledge that the beholder is not aware of. 

Ahhh learn something new everyday.

 

So this was a real achievement for me. What else has gone on……well Miss Adira has a real good memory and remembers punishments that are long overdue. One being, getting me to make an origami farm barn. She loves telling me to make her origami animals and has a huge collection now, so then she decided she wanted a barn, found a YouTube video of what she liked and sent it me. I had tried to avoid doing it after trying once but she never forgot. She reminded me at the beginning of this week, wanting it done by the end of the week. I had no choice but do it. It took me all morning to just measure and get all the walls the same size, length and width. After my snooze I then began putting doors and windows in it, some where the windows were open, large barn doors that opened, others that didn’t. The next day I painted them but my paint was dried up so I mixed water in and it was more like watercolours. It wasn’t that bad but not perfect and I couldn’t figure out how to improve it. That afternoon I measured the windows so I could put in animals, looking through the window, others that would sit outside the barn and a farmer. Then I coloured those in. At bedtime I decided to colour the window frames with felt tips and make the outlines stronger. When I did that it looked much better. Not perfect but nearly there. Today was the day to now put it altogether, to fold the flaps that stuck to the walls etc and this was really frustrating. I needed another pair of hands but no one was in, so I persevered and suddenly the 4 walls were standing up on their own. I left it to dry before facing the roof, which was even harder. But again I thought about it before getting in a tizwaz and one side was up, then the other was done. I glued it down more, plus the edges of the walls where you could see the join, I stood back and I have to say, not to sound big headed coz I’m not at all, but I stood back and I was impressed. I think Miss Adira is going to love it, well I hope she will and could see all the hours it took to make it. I wonder if she thinks I’m going to try to make an excuse as to why I’ve not done it………..I will let you know.

Finally there’s one more thing to tell you, this makes me very hot under the collar, excited is beyond how I feel, so here goes……..Now I often day dream or dream about play scenes I’m in, often these dreams I have, I try to make them come true in the stories I’m writing. This one developed after something that happened with Daddy and I. We were shopping in a supermarket when Daddy was getting something from the delicatessen, So I wandered off to look around, I wasn’t far but he couldn’t see me. All of a sudden I heard his voice, booming, “Little’en where are you ?” I popped my head around so he could see me, “Get here now.” He said loudly. I felt myself blush but also become damp, no, wet between my legs. Excited by the embarrassment of it all, everyone staring at me, I felt humiliated. I’m still very surprised he didn’t wallop my backside there and then, but I got severe warnings never to wander off again. I tried to explain that I was a big girl, I was capable of not getting lost in the supermarket and I knew where he was but he told me I was not, I was his ‘little’ and he would not have me wandering around without telling him where I was going but he did not want me leaving his side, end off.

Now this little real scene has played around my head ever since and too this day still gets rather excited.

Then I had this day dream, which grew in my night dreams and got me rather excited. So imagine the scene……………………….

I was having a day out with Daddy and Miss Adira, we were going to a huge European outdoor market. I had strict instructions to stay by the side of Daddy or Miss Adira at all times. Now I love my dresses and handbags, so any stall or shop that sells them, I will let my temptation get the better of me. So I wandered to the stall selling dresses, about 3 stalls away from where my Doms were. After a few seconds Daddy realised I wasn’t with them, he and Miss Adira began calling my name, Daddy began panicking. Until I eventually popped out from between the clothes to see them. They were livid.

“I think you need to go to the car and have a quiet word with Aurora,” Miss Adira told Daddy. She looked at her watch, “It’s nearly lunchtime so why don’t I get a table in that pub we passed by the car park and you come back to me.”  I was a bit confused, why do we need to go to the car for a telling off. Daddy agreed and we walked towards the car park, leaving Miss Adira to get us a table in the pub. Daddy had a firm grip of my hand as we marched to the car, unlocking it he told me to get in the back seat. He walked around to the front passenger side, moving the back of the seat forward, he took something out of the glovebox but I didn’t see what it was, putting it on the seat. Moving the back of the driver’s seat forward he then climbed into the back seat next to me. The lecture began, don’t think I’ve seen him this mad before. 

“Turn around and face the back window,” He told me, “Spread your legs and lift your dress up.” Looking at him in surprise, I could tell he was deadly serious, so I did as I was told.

He wrapped his left hand under my tummy and held my hip tightly, hugging my body to his, then a severe spanking began with a wooden paddle, I’d no idea where the paddle had come from, all I knew was that Daddy was pounding my butt so hard I was crying almost straight away, I couldn’t hear what he was saying, the slap of wood hitting skin and my sobbing drowned his words out. I just remember him warning me to scream internally which is very very hard to do. Sometimes I opened my eyes and saw people walking past, in their own little world, not paying any attention to what noises they may hear as they went past our car. 

Eventually Daddy stopped, there was no loving after-care, he handed me some baby wipes and told me to wipe my own bottom clean, there was a lot of burst blisters and broken skin, so it took a lot of wipes before my skin was free of blood. Then I wiped my face clean of tears, snot and smudged make up. Daddy cleaned the paddle and went to the front seat to put it and the wipes back in the glovebox. He helped me out of the car, held me until my wobbily feet felt solid again then gave me a kiss and cuddle. Warning me to stay with them again for the rest of the day, sniffing I nodded and said I was sorry.

We walked to the pub and found Miss Adira, she told me to sit bare on the chair as I began to carefully touch the seat and eventually sit. “I take it we’ve had a chat,” She asked Daddy. “Yes we have and there shouldn’t be a problem again, but if there is, it will be your turn to speak to her, won’t it Littl’en.” Daddy asked me, “Yes Daddy,” I replied. “Very good,” Miss Adira said, clearly amused at this idea and seeing my discomfort. 

We ate our meal then proceeded to enjoy the day, looking at the stalls. I stayed with Daddy and Miss Adira, until I spotted an interesting stall. They were busy talking to the salesman, so I left them for only a few seconds to go and look at some handbags. I could clearly see them but by the time I’d wandered around the bag stall I was on the other side and couldn’t be seen. Until I heard Miss Adira shouting my name. She was so angry, stomping towards me, I was that shocked I peed a little, feeling it dribble down my legs. “What did we tell you ?” She told me, grabbing my arm, telling Daddy that we would meet in the pub again, she marched me back to the car, whilst people stared at us. I begged her not to spank me, that I couldn’t handle anymore. “Well you obviously haven’t learnt to do as you are told, get in the car now.” She ordered.

This time it was her turn to go to the glovebox, so I expected her to bring out the dreaded wooden paddle, with those evil holes that blistered my bottom. She came and sat in the back seat, telling me to climb into the front seat for a second. Then she moved over so she was more in the middle of the seat. “Come over here, over my knee, head to my left, now please.” I was told, “Lift your dress.” I climbed awkwardly so I was over her knee, my head touching the door, my legs bent so my feet were up by the window. Well you can guess what came next, except it wasn’t the wooden paddle. I gasped and bit my hand, “W..w…what’s that DiDi ?” I asked. “You know this, it’s my favourite paddle.” She showed me the black leather paddle with metal studs on one side, “Have you bought another ?” I asked. “Oh yes, both are new paddles and we have new ones to keep in your car too. You will not get away with anything at anytime. Like now, when you will not stay with us. But you will learn the hard way. No moving or screaming out, maybe you will learn after this.” 

My bottom, sit spots and backs of legs were spanked raw, the open blisters were bleeding almost straight away, I sobbed like a baby for the entire spanking. And struggled to get up when it was over. I sat awkwardly on her knee as she gave me a cuddle, before we got out of the car. “Now can we please enjoy the rest of the day.” She asked as she held my hand, “Lets go and find Daddy.”

We found him in the pub at the same table, I was still struggling to get my breath calmed down and found it excruciating to sit down bare. We had a drink then got up to go back to the market. 

“Look what I got you,” Daddy said, showing me a pink strap thing. He put one end around my left wrist and the other around his right wrist. “Now there’s no chance of you wandering off. I bought 3, you keep one in your handbag all the time and one for each car. This will not happen again.” I was mad, wearing a toddlers wrist strap, I felt like an idiot but I couldn’t take it off. I muttered “Yes Daddy,” then we enjoyed the rest of the day.

 

Now this long story about my dream has turned me on a lot, it sounds exciting, knowing what’s in the glovebox, what could happen at any time. Anyway I told Miss Adira about my dream and she thought it was a fantastic idea, telling Daddy who also agreed. So I have bought 2 leather studded paddles, 2 wooden with holes and 3 pink toddler wrist straps so when they come they will be going into the gloveboxes. It’s a scary but exciting thought knowing they will be there, but adds to the fun as well.

 

I’ve one more exciting blog to write but I’m not doing it now as this one deserves its own separate blog. But it will have something to do with my latest pictures and videos about playtime with my Mistress. Catch you on the next blog.

My stubborn behaviour left me feeling so guilty, I had to own up about my indescretion.

Miss Adira set a new rule about July time, that I could not dye my hair my usual plum colour, not dye it at all. She wanted to see my natural hair color and I hate my natural colour, strawberry blond, it’s a bit dull, boring. Much preferring the bold, bright purple or bright chilli red. It kinda makes a statement, shows my real personality. I was not happy at all, every week or so, I asked and the answer was always no. After a month or so, I heard her tell Master that she was only doing it to wind me up, it was funny. Well I was fuming when I heard that, I said, “Well if that’s the case then, I will dye my hair this week.” “No you will not.” She stated, I could tell she meant every word. 

There was no changing her mind, and I was getting more and more peeved about it. By late October my stubborn, pigheaded head was working overtime, my bratty head began working too much. One night I was sat in bed, it was time for me to turn the TV off and do some colouring for 20 minutes, Miss Adira’s rule.

I began thinking, Well if Miss Adira won’t let me dye my hair, then I’m not gonna do my colouring and I’m gonna watch TV until 10pm, so there. IMaging me pulling my tongue out as well, being a real brat.

So it began, I had this thought every night, but because I’m so stubborn, I continued my deception. Thinking I had one over Miss Adira. 

As time went on, I began to feel terribly guilty. But the more she repeatedly said No to me, the more I continued. I often worried if Master had got the camera in our room working so Miss Adira or Daddy could connect to it and see what I was up to. 

I also wondered why Miss Adira hadn’t asked where was my daily photograph to show the colouring I did the night before. She never asked once. Naturally I never mentioned it, but I was very surprised about her non-reaction.

This was very unlike Miss Adira, She is always on the ball with my tasks,  knowing immediately if I’ve missed one, yet she still said nothing.

I think this made my guilty feeling become stronger, By the end of November every night I felt immense guilt turning the lights and TV off at 10pm, but I continued. The same thoughts going in my head, Well if DiDi won’t let me dye my hair, then I’m still not doing my colouring. I know it’s pathetic, ridiculous and most of all very childish.

After our lovely weekend celebrating Miss Adira’s birthday, I thought I had to own up. It was getting closer to Christmas, my guilt was building inside, so just before Christmas I told her, well I thought I messaged her on Whatsapp, but I couldn’t find it so I asked DiDi to look. Apparently I wrote it in my daily diary and on Whatsapp, I got this message, “Just dye your hair.” I replied “No, I’m not doing it.”

By now, I’d kinda accepted that I was never gonna be able to dye me hair again, I’d just have to deal with the colour, it didn’t help when Daddy kept telling me to just dye my hair. I repeatedly told him, “It is more than my life is worth.” So I was starting to accept my natural hair colour.

Then on Boxing Day when we were exchanging gifts, Miss Adira handed me a basket filled with little gifts, the first thing I saw was a box of hair dye, exactly the one I use. Apparently Master had the job of trying to find a box of my hair colour in my bedroom cupboards, take a picture of it and send it to DiDi, so she could buy the right one. It was quite a task for him to do it without me seeing or finding it out.

So you can imagine the guilt I felt then. It was the worst feeling ever. And as the days went on, Miss Adira still said nothing about my indiscretion. On the 2nd January the boys were back at work, the rules were starting again, after being allowed a Christmas break. I asked Miss Adira if the bedtime rules restart, she replied. “You would presume correct.” 

Again there was no other comment from her, I swear this is like the worst punishment I could have about this. My guilt was just bursting out, it was killing me just waiting for her to say something about it.

On the 8th January I asked again, “Are you ever going to bring up the bedtime crime ?” I asked her, I was feeling really guilty about it. She sent me a very happy, smiley emoji as her reply. “That’s why you’re not saying anything isn’t it, coz you know this was as bad as receiving a punishment.” I stated. “Yup,” she said. “Oh that’s cruel, so so cruel,” I replied. “Yes I am,” DiDi answered. “But still loves ya,” I told her. “Love you more,” she answered.

From then on, my guilt started to lift, it was very slow, and at bedtime I still thought about it. So my rule is bedtime at 9pm, watch TV until 9.40pm, turn the TV off and do some colouring until 10pm. If I’m tired before then, I am to go to sleep.

So as it’s a new year, Miss Adira wanted to take our dynamic further, we both wanted her to go stricter, she wanted to add more restrictive rules, like Daddy choosing my clothes for the day, choosing my meals, telling me if I’m allowed booze or treaties. I told her I was very happy to have more, so we spent the next few days discussing possible new rules. Set so many hours watching TV, Should I ask to watch TV, Should I ask to watch the particular programme.

In the end we finally got some new rules set.

  1. Ask to sit on the furniture when we are together as a group or just us.
  2. Ask permission to use the toilet. (If no response in time to be determined) then consider permission is granted.
  3. 6 hours of TV per day – time can be earned or deducted, if deducted then Miss Adira will notify ma about what can be done instead in the time deducted. This goes from 8am to 5pm. From 5pm – 8.45pm it’s Master’s choice of TV. If I’m up in the night, I may watch unlimited TV of recorded programmes only, until 8am.
  4. Permission to speak to be asked for. When in the group, ask to speak once for the time together. When it’s just the 2 of us, ask every time.
  5. Permission to be asked for what colour I will dye my hair.
  6. To play with oneself to learn how to make myself squirt, twice a week, videoed.
  7. I am to keep a butt plug and jingle balls in my handbag all the time so at anytime Miss Adira can tell me to go and put either in and video doing it.
  8. Improve on etiquette, good manners, behaving ladylike and courteous to others. Addressing people correctly, waiting for everyone to get their food before eating, not talking over people, opening the door for someone, when passing a drink in a cup ensure the handle is facing them.
  9. Months when chapters of MissAdita’s book is to be written are – February, April. June, August, October and December.

 

My first experience with the jiggle balls was on Monday. I was going to a ballet at the theatre, Miss Adira had told me to go to the toilets in the interval and put the jingles in, videoing it as well. I asked if she would mind if I did it when we first get to the theatre as I don’t go to the toilets in the interval, the queue is always far too long. She said that was fine.

We arrived with plenty of time, so I headed to the disabled toilet, got me phone out and put it in a place where he would be able to see a bit. I had no lube so I put a little bit of soap on it. Well could I put the darnn thing in……no I could not. Huffing and puffing it was not easy, my right foot up on the toilet. I could not shove the thing in. I could hear people outside, there was a queue now. So I tried my left leg up on the toilet, see if that works. No, this way was even worse. All the while I talked to Miss Adira quietly so no one else could hear me. After 3 minutes, I thought I can’t be in here any longer, I had to give up. So I told Miss Adira that this was a complete fail for my first go, maybe I was rushing in the public toilets. I didn’t understand it, I’ve put them in many, many times, I was going to have to figure it out over the next few days at home. Miss Adira said the video was the funniest thing she has watched in a long time, listening to you huff and puff, talking quietly, struggling coz you had all your clothes bunched up, it was hilarious. I’m surprised my mother-in-law didn’t ask why I was all flushed, because I must’ve been.

Two days later I felt like I’d been fisted for hours, I felt bruised and battered around my happy spot, I presume from trying to put the jiggle in. After I’d done my homework, I had time to video part 2 of the jiggles as I am now calling it. Finding somewhere to put my phone, I sat down this time, one leg up on the stool, then just as I pressed record and began, the phone fell down, this repeated about 3 more times. Before I stopped the video, thinking about where I can go and put the camera before I call time again. Surely that wasn’t going to happen again. I sorted myself out, changed position, sorted my phone out, ready for the restart of part 2. I began again. Lubed up, I pushed the first ball in but it popped out, I pushed it back, trying to push the second ball in but as soon as I took my finger away, the darnn thing popped out again. I was beside myself now, why wouldn’t the flamin thing go in. I felt relaxed but by the God, I seemed closed up tight. Trying over and over I was losing patience. That’s it, I’m done today. Epic fail, part 2.

The next day after I had a shower, I spent some time having a little play, following the rules Miss Adira had set, trying to make myself squirt, I had to video it so Miss Adira could see if I squirted or not. Anyway that didn’t happen, but I did enjoy the play. So I decided to try Part 3 of the jingles again now I was lubed up and spread open a bit from using my fav rabbit. Still lying on the bed, I pushed the first ball in easily, (why was it so difficult before) the second ball went in with a bit of a shove. Pushing them right up there though, was a bit difficult. My fingers aren’t long enough to reach, I did think about using my rabbit to push it further up lol, but then after another thrust up, it stayed in place. Finally I had done it, I can’t believe it took 3 goes to do it. We have little sachets of lube we bought if we went to the swingers club, so I have now put some in the bag with my jingle, so at anytime Miss Adira tells me to put it in, I’m prepared. I just hope I don’t have to lie on the public toilets floor to put it in all the time though.

Anyway I finally did it for Miss Adira and kept it in until my afternoon nap, she was very pleased and amused by the latest video, so I was pleased I had made her proud of me and for me myself, well I was proud of myself because I really couldn’t figure out why I couldn’t do it, I was determined to do it and I did. Plus they felt darnn good too. I put a little bounce in my step to feel the balls jingle inside me……..mmmmm I like them.

An evening with my Doms/Domme on Saturday night.

Evening with Master, Daddy and Miss Adira, last Saturday.

Arriving later than planned, I had to say hi to the petting zoo first before giving Miss Adira a hello kiss. She looked very sexy in a tight black skirt, a black vest top with a purple bra showing underneath. Sitting next to her on the sofa was her new wooden spoon. I had a sneaking suspicion it was out for me.
The night before, as usual I was very tired, and you all know by now what happens when I’m tired. I become a major brat.
I hadn’t had a nap, so Miss Adira told me that apparently she went off her head, flew off her chair to go to him, and went mad, she was furious. Daddy said, Even I would never ever whatever her. It’s like a death wish. That’s when I realised I was in trouble.
So the spoon was for me. And she wanted to use it straight away. She made us all a coffee, Master put his YouTube on and I was instructed to go into the kitchen. Now C, their son was home, the kitchen window open, so I was told I had to be quiet. Bent over, skirt up I leant on the windowsill. At first she started by telling me she would not accept anyone whatevering her, had Daddy told you about the guy at work ? I said, erm yes, I realised then that was one thing you would not tolerate.
She asked me to pick a number, can’t remember the numbers she told me but I went with 2, I think. She thought for a minute and said 40. I’m sure she just picked a number out of the blue. We will do them in sets of 10, she said.
I’ve not had fun or punishment spankings for quite a while so that first whack stung like crazy. Fortunately she let me grab my butt on quite a few occasions before saying, I don’t allow fidgeting do I ? No sorry. I stuttered. A quick break after the first 10 and she did the next 10. I think I managed to stay still’ish, I can’t remember. on one occasion it was so hard I blurted out, OW SH*T. Did you just swear then ? She asked, amused. Don’t you have a rule with Daddy that you are not allowed to swear ? I looked at her, my eyes pleading, don’t make me tell Daddy, please.
Another break, Right I think we will count now, for every even number, I’m sorry Miss Adira, for every odd number, I will tell Daddy that I swore. Of course by the time she finished telling me, I’d forgotten it all. So she went through it again. Of course the first swat came, the pain made my head go blank, and I forgot what to say. Luckily Miss Adira knows what I’m like for forgetting it, so she helped me out, then I got the hang of it. Then the next 10. Each swat taking my breath away.
I have always said this but I do find it infuriating that your pain threshold drops when you aren’t spanked regularly. And this was bad. But Miss Adira doesn’t play around during a spanking, play is very hard, punishment, even harder. There is no other way.
Finally the 40 was over, I stood up ready to give Miss Adira a kiss, Erm it’s not finished, your getting a maintenance spanking. Being a submissive herself, though she is not as bratty as I am, she knows the need, want, desire for a regular spanking. She also knows my behaviour only gets worse when I don’t get either a maintenance or play spanking. And she knows I’ve not had either for a few months.
She pointed back to the windowsill, I bent over, arms by the window. Then she began, taking my breath away again. Trying the other side of the spoon, it made a thunderous sound but she didn’t like that much. So she went to the utensils pot and picked out a rubber spatula, the first hit with that and I nearly jumped through the window. Oh you like this one, I musta picked the wrong one for your punishment. She said, I could hear a smirk in her voice. She went from spoon to spatula, not sure how many I got, but I know my butt felt bruised and very tender. She asked me to bend over further so she could aim for my sit spots, she loves to get them, she knows you feel it for longer there. But I’ve got to admit, it was a very familiar, very nice feeling, once the spanking pain ended of course. Kisses and cuddles followed with a knowledge of her forgiveness and my knowledge of never, ever saying whatevs to her again.
The next part of the evening was great, we were going to order pizzas but lord were they expensive when you buy sides along with pizzas, so we decided on chinese. I phoned Daddy, asked him what he wanted and could he pick it up on the way home from work, as he was leaving work now. He said Phone the order through, tell them we will pick it up for 6.30pm, I will come home, get changed and pick you up, so you can come with me. So I wrote everyone’s order down, phoned and ordered, soon Daddy arrived, got changed, then it was near enough time to go, so we left, as usual it was very busy but phoning the order was much better as we have been known to be there 45 minutes before we got our food. But it is a very nice chip shop, so no wonder it’s always busy.
Daddy wasn’t very chatty in the chippy, I think he was very tired, had a very busy day, not eating of course wouldn’t have helped, to which I told him off. You are allowed a lunch break, in fact it’s against the law not to have your breaks so please do not do that again. No breakfast, no lunch, is not good for you. I told him. He tried to brush it under the carpet but I said, If I had done that, you wudda been furious with me, he nodded, So please think about your health, food and breaks are important. I finished the lecture then. I had to own up about swearing earlier, so I quickly told him about my spanking and swearing. He wasn’t happy but he didn’t say much.
Getting home we all sat and enjoyed our meal, watching FaceOff. Doesn’t matter how many times I’ve watched it, it’s one of my favs, John Travolta looking damn sexy as normal and Nicholas Cage, who plays a mad man excellently, but who I also find very attractive, but that accent of his, omg it’s so sexy. Looking it up online, I found it’s a Californian accent, excellent film and actors, which are very pleasing on the eye.
Then we watched Paris With Love, I was feeling more tired so must admit I dozed quite a bit. Miss Adira wanted to give Master a massage so went to get some baby oil. She was a little drunk so was becoming a bit more pushy. She asked if I told Daddy about me swearing, I said yes, and what did he say, she asked, I said not much. She looked at Daddy as if to say what are you doing ? You’re letting her get away with swearing ? But Daddy seemed oblivious. A bit later, she said that she thought Daddy should have a massage, again he seemed unaware of the conversations going on around him. I was too tired to give one anyway, but she told him again. Eventually, she just told him to take his top off and get a massage, She passed the baby oil to him, so he went to pass it to me, I just said No, I just wanted to sleep. Feeling Miss Adira’s eyes on him, he said it again, this went on for a few minutes until he went upstairs to get some paddles. Then asked me again. I was close to shouting at them all, but just said no. Right stand up right now, he said firmly, I I kept refusing, until he told me again, the voice came out, you know you’ve pushed too far when the voice comes out. So I stood up, he wanted me to bend over the settee, but I hate getting a spanking in front of everyone, so I asked if we could go in the kitchen as it was really hot in the living room. He agreed so I ended up bent over, holding onto the windowsill once more. He had brought down the hard leather hand paddle and a paddle similar to a vampire paddle. Both are seriously hard and I don’t like either. Daddy certainly wanted to make a point, I’d embarrassed him in front of the others. Well someones already made a mark on your backside, was this Miss Adira’s work ? He asked. Yes I muttered. Then he began, and like Miss Adira’s punishment, he wanted me to remember this one and there was no messing about. At one point I felt his toes over my left foot, I wondered why, until I started fidgeting. Then he put a little bit of weight down, so I couldn’t move my foot and leg, then I couldn’t try to get away. It was actually a good tactic, because I am a mover. Though not with Miss Adira coz she is super strict about any movement during any spanking. I had to count the last 10, and after the 10th swat, I got up and went towards Daddy for a hug,  Erm you haven’t finished your count, he said. 10, I told him, my voice sarcastic. Right bend over, don’t speak like that to me. NOW. He ordered. I had to do my count again and I made sure my voice sounded apologetic. Daddy certainly made sure I knew my behaviour was not acceptable. And I certainly felt it.

Back in the living room massages were still being done, I began tickling Daddy’s back, then Miss Adira said, I think you can do Daddy’s massage now. She told Daddy to take his top off, so I gave him a massage. After a while she said, I’m missing out, I want Aurora to massage my back. Daddy moved so DiDi got into his position. I’m partial to my boobs getting a nice massage too, she told me.

Whilst I gave her the massage she asked Daddy to massage her feet. He wasn’t impressed with this, we all could tell she was a bit drunk. She began demanding that Daddy massaged her feet, eventually he gave in, knowing she wouldn’t stop until she got what she wanted. I always enjoy massaging, stroking DiDi’s boobs and I know she loves it.

After some time went by, Miss Adira said I was the only one who hadn’t had a massage, so told Daddy to give me a back and boob massage. Taking her place I took my top and bra off and enjoyed the massage. Then I suddening remembered something.

Oh poo, I’ve not done Miss Adira’s poses or make me smile pic or vid. And It’s not that I’ve not sent them, I had not done them. Master had just got up, I like to do them on my own. So I left it for the time being. I went to bed about 9am, in the hope to get some sleep, never happened but coz I’ve normally done it by now, I never gave it another thought. Now when I next looked over at Master and DiDi, Master was looking at the shoehorn I gave DiDi a few weeks ago. I looked at DiDi, I’ve not sent you my poses have I ? She shook her head, Or make me smile, she said. It’s not that I’ve not sent them, I’ve not done them. I told her, a sinking, sick feeling came into my tummy. So not only did you whatevs me, you’ve not done my poses or my make me smile ? She said. Erm yes, Master got up just as I was going to do them, then I went to bed, I forgot then. I told her. It sounded like a pathetic excuse. Hmmmmm, she said.

Now many moons ago, a good friend on SpankingTube @Ditzy247, would always get a terrible spanking with a shoehorn. She told me she bought them from IKEA. So what do I do, I buy 2 when I next go to IKEA. They’d never been used, which is why I decided Miss Adira would probably enjoy this new toy.

But whilst Miss Adira took the shoehorn off Master, he took it back and said, It’s only fair that you experience this new toy first. She looked at him, No, you’ve not tried all your toys. I think you need to try it though, just so you know how it feels. He told her, standing up. Come on, he said pointing to the settee.  Miss Adira stood up, there was no mention of dropping her jeans so she bent over. Master struck her, it looked hard. No flinch from DiDi. He did it again harder, and again no flinch. A few more harder strikes and I think she eventually gave an ouchie.

Master and Daddy went to the kitchen to sort out what things we were taking home, leaving Miss Adira to say, As you didn’t do poses and make me smile I think 8 with this is enough.  I looked shocked, No please, 6. I replied. 7 then, DiDi told me. You don’t do odd numbers ever though. I whinged. Okay, well 8 then, she said standing up. Waving the shoehorn towards the settee, so I got up, walked to the settee, You know I don’t do over clothes, ever. She said. Throwing a dirty look at her, I lifted my skirt and bent over. The first hit made me gasp and rub my bum, Come on, DiDi said. Doing a lighter one, it was followed by another strong hit. It took my breath away. I understood why Ditzy wanted to hide her shoehorn now. Light then hard, light then hard until the 8 were over. Trust me, these were nice compared to what I got from Sir, she said. 

I’ve now come to the conclusion, firstly, Do Not say whatevs to DiDi, second, Do Not refuse a task from Daddy and lastly, hide or throw out that flipping shoehorn.

 

October’s blog from Manho, Daddy.

October’s blog from Manho….the Daddy.

So another month has passed us by and what an eventful month it has been, so again Little Minxs has been naughty on several occasions, firstly missing tasks and the more serious one, swearing at some poor gentleman who was innocently sat in his van minding his own business and suddenly Little Minxs decides to have road rage at this poor fellow.

Now part of Little Minxs rules from me is no swearing at all ever, so when I called Little Minxs up from work a couple of weeks ago to see how she was, well let’s just say I could see the guilt written all over her face.

So we started chatting and then she said that she had something to tell me, so I took myself out of the staff break room and found a quiet little corner and asked her what she wanted to tell me, although in the back of my mind I had an inkling in what she was gonna fess up with and my Daddy senses were right she had sworn, a lot, now apparently this particular gentleman and his van was blocking Little Minxs way as she was either going out somewhere or coming back home, not sure on that. However because this nice old gentleman was blocking Little Minxs and instead of Little Minxs beeping her horn and politely asking the nice gentleman to move, she swore, like a drunken sailor, I will not repeat the words she used but let’s just say they were shocking.

So after Little Minxs telling me and trying to justify her outburst at the poor old gentleman I set a quick little punishment of some lines, now this was only the start of her punishment as she very well knows that swearing is not tolerated at all.

Now she had called her Miss Adira I would say pretty much after me setting this particular punishment and although I had not finished with the punishment by any means I think Little Minxs has thought I had and did not think that the punishment I had set warranted her outburst and felt she should have more.

I received a message then, from Little Minxs’s Miss Adira aka Piggy aka wifey, to let’s say advise on the situation, I explained to Piggy that the punishment was not going to stop there, as it was an interim thing, so I could ponder on a more suitable punishment, and Piggy being quite let’s say evil, gave me a wonderful punishment idea for Little Minxs.

I called Little Minxs later that day and explained that this language is not tolerated so explained that she was to complete the match stick house her Miss Adira has set her several months prior and she could not do, when telling her this, her face dropped like a sack of potatoes and said she could not do it, so I did advise that she had to this even in the after life she would have to do it until it was done no ifs, buts, why’s or maybes.

And she had or has to do a four page essay on why swearing is naughty and how much it upsets her Daddy, and I had received a message saying she had only managed two pages and could she please be excused from the other two as she could not think of anything else to write, I point blankly refused as it is important that she knows that swearing is not acceptable at all.

So with that in mind I will see if she manages her four pages or if I will have to set another punishment in which I have a good one in mind to set…

So until next time catch you all later….

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.

Chapter 6, Rayanna the very naughty mouse.

Its been a long time since I wrote a chapter of Daddys story, so I hope you can remember it.

Rayanna, the very naughty mouse. Chapter 6.

Whilst Rayanna was chatting away with Suquie, her Mamma was busy cleaning up the kitchen after lunch, getting the afternoons school work ready. The phone rang, picking it up she saw it was her husband. “Hi Sebastian, you ok ?” It was unusual for him to phone whilst in work. “No, I’m not ok. I forgot to take Rayanna’s mobile of her. I don’t want her to be in contact with anyone. I’ve just tried phoning her, and the line is engaged. Do you know about this ?” He did not seem happy about this. “I…..I gave her permission to call Suquie.” Honey told him. “Since when have we allowed our children to use their mobile phones when they are grounded. You should have realised I had just forgotten to take it off her and done it yourself. NOT give her permission to call her friend.” He was furious with his wife. “I know Sebastian, but she just needed to make sure Suquie was ok, they are only chatting hunnie, She’s been a really good girl this morning.” Honey tried to stay cheery, but really she was beginning to feel very nervous. “Oh well, that’s ok then, she’s been good for A morning, after all that’s happened. Really Honey ?” Sebastian told her. “We will talk about this later. You’ve made a grave mistake, one you should never have done. You know mobiles are not allowed if grounded. I’m surprised at you. I will see you later, I think you know what is going to happen.” HE hung up, leaving Honey looking at her phone, her hand shaking slightly.

She realised she had just made a terrible mistake and she was going to pay for it. Once Rayanna finished her lunch, her Mamma asked for her phone. “Why Mamma, Pappa didn’t say take it away.” She whined. “No he forgot, he’s just phoned me to say he tried calling you, he knows you were talking to Suquie and he’s not very happy with me at all.” Rayanna thought she knew what she meant by that statement, so without moaning, she handed her the mobile. Mamma smiled, whispered thank you, then took it away. She felt worried about what her Pappa would do, also, would he be mad at her too. She hoped not.

Rayanna continued her homework, there were a few things with her maths she didn’t understand, so she would have to ask her Pappa for help. Mamma wasn’t very up to date with maths nowadays, as it had changed considerably since she was at school. Honey busily prepared and cooked the evening meal and quickly all the family returned home from whatever they were doing, school, college or work. Sebastian was the last to come home, he’d had a very busy day and felt very tired but he had to deal with his disobedient wife. The family chatted non-stop during dinner, only Rayanna and her parents knew something was wrong, but it was always like this. Eventually Honey had cleaned up, Sebastian went to get some bits done himself, then went to see Rayanna. “Hi Pappa, could you help me do my maths. I was struggling with it.” She got up to get her book and together they worked through the parts she was struggling with, he was very good at explaining how to do the working out, she didn’t want to be told the answer, she wanted to know how to do it. Eventually she had completed it all.

“Now Rayanna, come sit on the bed a moment. I believe Mamma gave you permission to speak with Suquie earlier ?” He asked, “ Now you know the rules if you’ve been grounded don’t you ?” He asked, the sound of his voice chilled Rayanna a little. “Y…Yes Pappa, I only wanted to……..” Rayanna began, until her Pappa put a finger up. “Do you know the rules Rayanna ?” He asked, she looked at the floor, “Yes Pappa,” She whispered. “Then why did you ask for your phone ? Your Mamma should have known better than to give it to you, but you should also have known better than to ask. Should you not ?” He asked patiently. “I..I..just wanted to check on Suquie Pappa. I…….” Rayanna tried to explain. “I don’t want excuses, I want you to learn to follow my rules. Over and over you disobey me, well no more. You’ve been a spoilt little brat and I’m not putting up with it anymore. Now you need you’re bedtime spanking before I deal with your mother and I can tell you, I’m not happy with either of you.”  “PaPappa, please.” Rayanna began. “No more Rayanna.” Her Pappa stood up, began unfastening his belt, pulling it quickly through the loops of his trousers, dropping it on her cot, he sat back down and in one quick movement, he grabbed Rayanna’s wrist and threw her over his knee. Her school skirt flew over her bottom before she had a chance to breath then her Pappa began spanking. All the while lecturing her about following his rules at all times, and he was fed up with both her and her Mamma thinking they don’t apply to them. It was going to change from now. Rayanna refused to cry, she was mad at him, she didn’t see any issue with wanting to check up on her friend. Well she was NOT going to cry.

Her Pappa stopped then, reaching for something, she spotted what is was. It was her wooden long school ruler. As he began swinging heavy swats across her sit spots, Rayanna became more and more angry, punching her Pappa’s legs, kicking backwards to try to catch his arms, He ended up putting one leg over her so she couldn’t kick then grabbed both arms and held them behind her back. “And this behaviour is also not accessible, and will only land you in more trouble,” her Pappa said, swatting the back of her legs, now Rayanna fought the tears away, I will not cry, I will not cry, She told herself, over and over, refusing to get up even though her bottom and legs were now burning madly. “Get up and get over the bed, don’t you dare move,” Pappa told her. She lay over the bed, hugging her pillow tightly under her head. 

Pappa grabbed his belt, raised at and whipped it across her backside, her sit spot and legs until eventually Rayanna couldn’t hold back anymore and she sobbed into the pillow. It didn’t long to break, Pappa knew she reached her limit, he hated punishing his little girl but enough was enough and she had to learn this.

Stopping, he dropped the belt on the desk, lifted her up, scooped her onto his knees as he sat on the bed, she immediately began hugging him and he did her. Rocking her gently, side by side, hissing her head. “Right lie down, let me rub some cream on, then you can go to bed,” Rayanna climbed off her Pappa’s knee, she was so sore and tender it hurt so much to walk and move, tears began to fall down her face again. Pappa picked up the cream, “Now, what are you going to do with this cream ?” He asked as he gently rubbed it on her bottom, and legs. “Erm, I’m gonna rub cream in morning and night, and maybe during the day, if I need too.” She stuttered. “That’s right, because if you don’t ?” He asked once more, “You will spank me Pappa.” “Good girl, you know I will, I expect you to be obedient, I won’t tolerate this behaviour from any of you, my children or my wife. Now all done, go wash your face and then you can have an early night.” Pappa told her. “But it’s only 7pm Pa……..” She began. “Do I have to give you a reminder of what happens when you don’t do you you’re told ?” He sternly asked, his eyes turned steely grey and his face un-relenting. “Yes Pappa.” She muttered as she walked to her bathroom  to have a wash, then she went to bed crying into her pillow until she fell asleep.

Pappa put his belt back on and went to the living room, he was exhausted. He helped himself to a drink a took a long sip, thinking about Honey, who he knew would be in a panic, worrying about what her fate would be. No doubt she will have heard Rayanna cry, and he would be sure that Honey would be more than crying by the time he’d finished with her. Recently her disobedience had become inexcusable, He intended on making sure this will not happen again and Honey had no idea what was in-store for her. He had booked a long weekend away, Thursday until Sunday, the older children will be in charge of the youngsters and he knew, they would follow the rules, 100%. Honey will think it’s going to be a lovely treat away from home but she will be in for a shock. There was a very special place, almost like his second home, Acorn Snuggery where his disobedient wife will be going. It’s a very old exclusive, private club only for men who have the highest respect from public clubs are allowed to join. There anything goes. It is designed for Masters to bring their subs back in order, Specially trained Dominants / Dominatrix’s who are called The Matriarchs work here, using all and any forms of punishment, torture and humiliation. Subs are brought there and left, to be dealt with by these Matriarchs. So they know their misdemeanour must have been extremely serious for them to be sent here. Next door is another private retreat, only for the Masters. Here, in their private quarters, they can continue as normal. They could do work here, or just use the chance to catch up with fellow Masters. Surveillance cameras were everywhere in the Snuggery, and in the retreat the Masters can watch anything that happens, to their own sub and to others. They could even talk to the Matriarch’s via their earpiece. It is recorded and put on a memory stick for each Master, when they leave. It’s an incredibly expensive club to join, but even if you were a millionaire, if Masters from other clubs did not pay them huge respect and get voted into the club, you will not get in. 

It will be extreme, the worst any sub can experience, but, all subs know if they are sent there then there will be unbearable punishments and torture, yet they would have to dig deep inside tthemselves to take it. Only once a Master is sure the sub has learnt their lesson, the retraining will stop. But if the Matriarchs disagree then the sub will stay longer. Sebastian had only sent Honey there once, after being married 5 years, and she only lasted 24 hours. This time she would be there 60+ hours, and he had no intention of ending it early.

She will learn, but she will learn the hard way.

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 ?