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.

 

My version of my road rage incident Daddy blogged about.

My road rage incident.

Daddy chose to write this months blog about my road rage incident but got the story wrong. So as I was feeling even more bratty and stroppy than normal, I decided to write exactly what happened. Why am I feeling more stroppy, because Daddy then told me I was to write an apology letter to the man, he didn’t expect me to give it to him, as we don’t even know who he is, but I was to write it and give it Daddy.

As far as I’m concerned, the man did not deserve an apology.

He is now referred to as the Arrogant Man.

Anyway, down our street it’s very busy with traffic, even though it’s a long cul-de-sac, with 6 little cul-de-sacs running off it. We live along the main road. On the corner lives a family, we’ve actually known the man since he was a kid, it seems his mum has moved out and the son and family have moved in. Think they are early 20’s. But he’s extremely arrogant, well they both are, they look at you like you are scum, and people like that, I really do not like. So we don’t have anything to do with them, except when it comes to them parking their cars. As they seem to think they can park the cars wherever they want.

So along with them thinking the road belongs to them, their friends also think they have the right to park anywhere, even across peoples driveways. Many times a white van has parked across ours and next doors driveway, meaning we can’t get in or get out. Master and E have had to park elsewhere when they got home from work or sit in the car and wait. The man, he’s about mid 20’s maybe, the Arrogant Man usually stands by the van talking to the man from the corner house, they see you waiting but just ignore you. Master calls them all sorts as he walks past them, God only knows what E says. The language would be blue.

On this occasion, I was getting ready to visit my folks. I’d put the dogs in the car, gone back in the house to get y coat, keys and phone. In those few seconds, the white van appeared across both driveways. The Arrogant Man watched as I walked to the car, got in, started the engine, then had to do something with my phone, I think I’d lost connection between phone and car. I watched and waited patiently as the Arrogant Man got out of the van, turned to look at me, and chatted with the arrogant man from the corner. Both looked at me, continued to chat, opened the back of the van and looked inside. This is something they do every time, they turned to look at me again, laughed then carried on.

Enough was enough. Now I could reverse off the curb, but they are quite high and the jolt of the bump down jarrs my back, so I won’t do that and honestly, why should I.

So I drove forwards towards the van and watched the Arrogant Man get into his van. The other man went back inside his house. After waiting again I honked my horn, he just started laughing. I drive an Abarth convertible, well I’ve only got it for a few weeks now, then I get a new car, so as it was sunny, the roof was down. My one complaint about my Abarth is the buttons to put the windows down aren’t on the door by the window, they are on the centre console and I’ve never gotten used to them there. Still laughing, the Arrogant Man very slowly reversed back. So as I was finally able to drive out of my drive, I shouted F*****g arrogant T**t, then shoved my middle finger up at him. Before driving off.

It’s safe to say I was extremely shocked at my outburst, that last word I would never ever use, and as for the finger, well that is just like using all the worst swear words you can think of in one go. A few minutes later I began shaking, I’ve never felt guilt like it before, but I was now late so I had to put it behind me for now. By the time I got home, I was shaking again and as it was gone 2pm I thought Daddy would’ve had his lunch break by now, so I messaged Miss Adira, telling her all about it, she too thought he would’ve had his lunch by now. 

About 10 minutes later, I got a call from Daddy, I knew I had to tell him there and then, he was laughing about with his colleagues, we chatted for 1 or 2 minutes then said it, “I have something I need to tell you.” With that he got up, “Sounds like Little’n is in trouble, I will be back in a bit,” he told them. God how embarrassing, I thought. He found a quiet spot then asked what I had to tell him. So I told him the entire story. At first he burst out laughing, I think he was in shock to be fair. After a bit of a lecture he said, “Right to start with I want 1000 lines doing. And this is not over.” He walked back in the staff room and told everyone what I had done. OMG no. He carried on chatting about how mum was today, how work was, I told him I was shaking because I was so upset with what I’ve done. He said, “Right it’s done with now, you did the right thing telling me. So don’t be worrying.” He then had to go back to work, so said our goodbyes.

So far I’ve not seen the Arrogant Man in his van since, would I do anything different……yes, I would try the polite way as I think he would be more gobsmacked had I said, “Would you mind reversing off my driveway please so I can get out.” I think he would be that shocked he wudda reversed straight away. Would my fiery Taurus nature actually do that, probably not. But I can promise to try, take a deep breath in, before opening my mouth. It’s so so hard.

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….