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

Watching a live spanking with Daddy.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

So the spanking session began.

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

Did she understand ? Yes Daddy, LittleM said quietly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Saturday with Master, Daddy and PiggyJ.

We had arranged a play day with Daddy and Piggy, not being able to sleep over because we were still looking after my in-laws 2 dogs. And I knew full well the pup would bark and cry all day, even though E was home. And the other dog will bark at every noise going, so it wasn’t fair leaving E alone with them, as I knew how exhausting it was looking after the pup, At 6 months old, he was a bundle of energy and would just bark until you played with him. Usually throwing a ball for him to catch it, so it was too much for E. Instead we decided to go out during the day, so we left at 11am, getting to their house for just after noon.

We were greeted with PiggyJ and Daddy naked as always, one of Masters rules was that we must always be naked in Masters presence. Kisses for everyone, we dumped our stuff on the kitchen table, and I went to give Daddy a longer kiss and hug, and Master and PiggyJ were doing the same. Daddy had a funny look on his face, I asked if everything was okay and he said Yes. I knew he was full of the sniffles, so I presumed it was because he was feeling rough. I later realised it was because he had had his hair cut and I hadn’t noticed. Sorry Daddy.

Going to the kitchen to make Masters coffee as PiggyJ can’t make coffee, but she was watching me. She only drinks what I would call stewed tea. Yuk. She found the smallest mug for him, he doesn’t like big mugs like us, then I spotted the mug Daddy had bought for me. A beautiful mug, hang on, can you call a mug beautiful ? well it was, a big china mug with large purple flowers on it, a black feather was on the inside. It really was gorgeous. Anyway I made my coffee, poured hot water into PiggyJ’s mug with her teabag stewing, Master’s coffee was in the microwave, I asked PiggyJ to make Daddy’s because it was using a Tassimo and I wasn’t sure how to use it. PiggyJ did that but didn’t know what else to do as she doesn’t make his coffee. I asked Daddy if he used a milk pod for his coffee but he said no, milk from the fridge is fine. Now I know he doesn’t have much milk, so I poured some in and took it to him, asking if he needed more milk but he said no, it was perfect. I finished Master’s coffee, took his and mine in, then asked PiggyJ of her tea was ready. She said, “Oh no, it will be ready when you realise you’ve forgotten it, then it’s stewed long enough.” Again yuk. So eventually it was ready, poured some milk in then brought that through.

It was then that I took my dress off, I had a hidden treat for Daddy, I was wearing my red basque underneath, so had to give everyone a twirl before I could sit down. Daddy liked it a lot, so did PiggyJ. Daddy had suggested that we go to the cinema, we went back and forth should we go or not when Master just said, “For god’s sake, make a decision, you’re like an old married couple.” We continued for a minute when Master said “Right you are going, choose what you want to see.”

So decision made, we chose from Mile 22 or the new Predator, we picked Mile 22. Meanwhile PiggyJ and Master started asking if they wanted to go to the cinema, she wanted to watch The Nun, a horror but Master doesn’t like horrors, so they decided they would stay home. Daddy made lunch for us all, I helped wash up and put things away, he made beef sandwiches and crisps, popcorn for me, then Daddy checked times for the cinema. But I forgot to tell Daddy to put no butter on Master’s sandwich, he was just busy doing his thing, but he ate most of it, that was my fault for just not remembering to tell him, which is mad coz he’s never had butter or margarine on butties. Now once we found out times, we realised we had 20 minutes to go before it started. Everyone had finished their lunch except me, I’m a slow eater, so I only had a bit left, Daddy went to get dressed whilst I munched on my buttie, getting my dress on, asking Master to fasten my buttons because I really struggle with buttons with longer nails and my fingers don’t work well these days. So I had another bite of my buttie and was full then, so took my plate into the kitchen, got my bag and we were ready. We had gone in my car this time, as Master’s car needed it’s MOT, so I had to drive but Daddy was very good at directing me. Daddy asked if I had permission from Master to play today, I said “Yes but as soon as my back gives me any pain, I must stop, Did you ask Daddy?” I asked him, he said “No, hang on, I will message him.” We got to the cinema which seemed to have a bit of everything, snooker table, arcade games, big sweet shop, big drinks and snacks shop and more screens upstairs, I think there was about 16 screens in this cinema. Getting our tickets, buying a bag of sweeties, we found our screen and found a seat near the back, but in the middle.

Settling down, I snuggled into Daddy and as it was already dark, he began lifting my dress up. I put one leg up on the back of the chair in front of me, the other leg as sideways ways as possible. Daddy immediately began tickling my clit, doing the thing he does to get me high very quickly. I could hear Daddy chuckling quietly as he continued. I shuffled my bum closer to the edge of the seat as he sat forwards a little and fingers slipped inside. Closing my eyes I began enjoying this too much, his thick fingers stretching me, teasing my clit, then he slipped out. I think I gave a quiet moan as I heard him chuckle once more. We kissed like new lovers on the back row of the cinema, then once the film started we stopped. Throughout the film, Daddy would give me a kiss, then his fingers began to wander down again. He began fingering me, OMG it felt fucking awesome, and I could feel myself close to having an orgasm, but so difficult when you have to be quiet. But those fingers continued to do magic things, as I sunk into the seat and enjoyed this quiet orgasm. Daddy slipped his fingers out still teasing my clit until he moved his hand, and gave me a kiss. He slipped my dress down a little and sat himself back down and watched the film.

During the film I tickled and rubbed around his cock and balls. Using my nails to tease his head as I felt him grow inside his pants. I heard a quiet groan as I continued to tease him. Then next thing I knew, Daddy sprung open the buttons on his jeans, and pulled his cock out. Immediately I grabbed it, rubbing his head, playing gently with his PA. Playing with his cock, hearing him gasp and groan was really exciting because of where we were, it felt really naughty, especially when he quickly moved my hand, “I’m gonna cum.” he whispered and tucked himself away, then we behaved ourselves for the rest of the film. When it was over, we got ourselves tidy, or so I thought until Daddy asked if I needed a wee, I said, “No, do you ?” He said “No,” so we continued to walk out. Then he told me his jeans were still open, I think he wanted to carry on our play in the toilet, but giving him a BJ in the disabled toilet just felt seedy. So we got to the car and he said, “I wonder if we could find a private spot for the car.” I giggled, the naughty school girl giggle, and as I started driving I told him to find a spot where we could play, we seemed to drive for ages before we got to a private road, we drove towards the end of it where it was a dead end, so I turned around went back down, then pulled into a cut in for cars to use if they needed to turn around, and parked there. Now this was something new for me, I pulled the seat right back, Daddy moved his then reached towards me to kiss me. His hand reached for my dress, pulling it up as I slipped to the edge of the seat, spreading my legs as best I could. Daddy’s fingers immediately found my sweet spot, tickling my clit, making me gasp, I slipped further down the seat as fingers found my ass too, this time because I felt so horny from our previous play I reached an orgasm quickly, without much movement. It felt exciting, thrilling and naughty. “Enjoy that baby girl ?” Daddy asked,  “Mmmmmm “ I replied still in the moment. When I opened my eyes, Daddy was grinning at me, “Would you like a BJ now ?” I asked. “Oooooo yes please.” Daddy said. “Right get yourself as comfy as possible,” I told him. He moved the back of the seat as far as it would go so he was close to lying down then he slipped his cock out again. I bent down “Be careful with your back babygirl.” He said as I took him in my mouth, I hoped the PA wouldn’t hurt. I heard him groan, so I knew it was good so I continued to suck, tease, nibble his head. Soon after hearing Daddy groan, muttering Oh Fuck over and over, his voice becoming more guttural, as I continued and he shot his cum into my mouth. Continuing until his thrusts stopped, I cleaned him up and sat up again, grinning at Daddy. “Enjoy that ? no pain from the PA ?” I asked, “Oh yes, I was so ready for that and there was no pain at all.” I giggled saying “Good, I’m pleased there’s finally no pain.”

So this was my first proper blowjob that was with someone else, not Master.

This was my first blowjob I’ve done in a car, I think.

And this was our first proper blowjob I gave Daddy, the first time I’ve swallowed someone else’s cum, not Masters and all my firsts were pretty amazing.  

Daddy and I just giggled for a few moments, before he sorted himself out then went outside for a wee. I sorted my seat out again as I waited for Daddy, then he sorted his seat, putting our seatbelts on, we were both just grinning. I set off back towards home, Daddy suddenly said, “Will Master be annoyed with our play outside ? We didn’t ask.” I said, “We both asked to play, an he said yes, so it makes no difference if its indoors or outdoors, don’t worry.” “Maybe you shouldn’t blog it.” He said. “No way, I’m blogging this Daddy.” I told him. “Master won’t mind.” I think Daddy just went into a panic incase we broke the rules but I don’t think we did break any rules. But I will speak with Master on the way home.

Once home Master and PiggyJ were in bed, we left them to it and made a coffee. Daddy played a game on the tv, like the Zuma game, then I had a go, much slower than Daddy. So I just watched Daddy and drank my coffee. When we both had our coffee Daddy said, “Right play spank time, get the video ready.” He said whilst he went into the bag, picking up the jokari and Little Devil Paddle.  All set up he told me to stand by him, whilst he squeezed my bum cheeks, getting the blood flow going he said. Turning me to face him and played with my nipples, sucked them then took a bite of my tit, I hate biting, I could feel my hands fist up, tapping the sides of my legs, my eyes bulging as he kept up with it, then he let go, leaving a round pattern of teeth on me. I glared at him, throwing him the death stare, making him chuckle. Then he told me to bend over his knee. Daddy’s first few whacks were really hard, so hard I began trying to get away, he carried on until I managed to slide off his knee. He asked if he was going too hard, so I replied “Yes a little bit. When you don’t get any spanking all the time, your pain threshold drops so it just needs building up again.” Daddy apologised and said he would go more gentle, so I climbed over his knee again. This time some were gentle, some were still very hard but Daddy has to learn how hard to go, it’s something only he will learn with practice. Every now and then he would stop, ask if everything was okay, did I want to stop, but I told him to continue. He mixed up the paddles, once hitting very hard with the Little Devil. “Oh it looks like I’ve done damage,” He said, rubbing my bum. “Is it bleeding ?” I asked, “Only a tiny bit,” he said. “So that’s fine, carry on ,” I said. So Daddy happily continued learning how much strength to use. And it was great fun.

Every now and then, Daddy stopped, rubbing my bottom he fingered me, both holes filled with his thick fingers, then he stopped and carried on spanking me. The next time he fingered me he spiralled me into an orgasm, a lovely tender orgasm, that still rocked my world, because he didn’t have me thrusting and squirting like normal. But that was fine because this was something else I can’t describe, filled with emotions and love. I don’t have many of these tender orgasms, mainly coz I love rough, wild ones, but when I do, they blow me away.

Daddy told me to stand up, he was going for Mr Spikey.  “Are you sure about this ?” He asked nervously. “I said yes, just don’t go hard or over the tattoo, sit spots and left cheek are fine.”
What I completely forgot was the internal tens machine at the top of my left cheek, Master pointed it out when he saw the dots on my bottom, So I explained to Daddy, I just completely forgot about that.

But we had such fun with Mr Spikey, it didn’t bother Daddy seeing the blood, he would ask me if I wanted to stop, but I said no. I love Mr Spikey. Occasionally he added the paddles to the play, I could feel spots of blood landing on my legs, and love this feeling. Daddy said, “I really think you are mad for liking this.” It made me giggle but I do. Eventually Daddy said “Right I think that’s enough now. Let me get the wipes.” He ran upstairs and I stayed put, not wanting blood to get on anything in the living room.  He came back carrying the wipes and his belt, he went to the kitchen to get a rubber spatula, so began using the spatula, aiming for the back of my legs, which stung like hell. Then getting the belt he said “I’m sure I owe you 10 with the belt too.” As I was going to object he began, I must admit I didn’t feel the burn I usually feel with leather, that could be he wasn’t hitting hard enough or my bottom was that numb now, I couldn’t feel much. Either way, I know I will feel it again and I know he will go much harder so I feel it. After his 10 with the belt, he tried to clean me up but it was hard work, Daddy was going to let me have a bath anyway so we decided it was better to just get in there, so my bottom gets a good clean. This time it was a bath just for me so I could have it nice and HOT hot, Daddy put some music on, can’t remember what we listened to, to be honest, because we had so many different artists on during the spanking, but it was nice and Daddy sat on the toilet seat chatting with me. I must admit I loved the bath, if they lived closer I think I’d be round daily for a bath, I miss it so much. Daddy shoulted to PiggyJ to get the dinner started, she was making cottage pie, basically minced beef cooked with mashed potato on top then grated cheese on top of that then cooked in the oven. PiggyJ was still in bed with Master so Daddy went to their room and told PiggyJ to get up. Then it was time for me to get out, Daddy watched me carefully as I climbed out of the bath, handing me a towel. As we went downstairs I called to Master to see if he was coming down. He called “No, I was hoping you would both join me in bed.” Okay, I don’t need asking twice and Daddy wasn’t bothered, so we went in, climbed either side of Master. I wasn’t sure how Daddy felt about being next to Master in bed. This is the side I need to get used too as well, seeing Master so comfortable in having Daddy cuddle him in bed was a bit strange at first. I know we had that experience with the transgender lady, and he sucked her cock, saying “To me it’s like a big clit,” so I think he was comfortable but I wasn’t sure how Daddy felt. Yes they have hugged and kissed but this was different. However it felt really nice, it felt natural, Master gave me a kiss then Daddy, as I stroked Daddy’s arm. Master asked Daddy if he would like to suck his cock, well is was like an ask but a “I want you to do it” sort of ask. But Daddy did as he was asked, I stroked Daddy’s head as I kissed Master. This felt okay, but all I thought about was how was Daddy feeling doing this. But I was enjoying it and I knew Master was because I asked whilst Daddy was doing it. After a few minutes Master said, “How would you like to climb on now ?” I’m not going to turn that down so Daddy moved back as I very unsexily tried to climb on. It’s not a sight I’d want people to see, my hips don’t go that wide when on top and I tend to lie on Master first, get my legs as open as they can, then try to position myself on his cock. But have to lean to the side a bit, like I say, very unsexily. But once in position it was nice, very very nice, Daddy began sucking on one of my tits, then fingers suddenly were thrust up my ass causing me to swear, because it was fanfuckingtasticly awesome. He even got a finger on my clit, playing with my button, thrilling me more. “Oooh I’ve got fingers, cock and mouth on me, this is good.” I said, making both guys chuckle, but it was fucking great, I want that again. Being on top, means you do most of the work, thrusting deep. BUT my back began throbbing, I slowed down but then it was like shooting pains, so I had to stop, I felt really pissed off about it.Telling Master he immediately said “Stop,” so I ungainly climbed off and tried laying down again but after a while I had to sit up. I loved this first play with just me and the guys, it was fun, great fun.

After a few minutes I had to stand up, so we decided to go down as our dinner should be ready, We hadn’t realised it was 7.30pm, I quickly took my meds, then PiggyJ started to dish up the dinner. Bringing it to us in the living room, it was delicious, we all said a big thank you for her making it. She had bought Master some YumYums, and Daddy had made a white chocolate cheesecake and OMG it was gorgeous. Gingernut base, that was lovely and thick then a very thick topping of the cheese mixture. It was yummie. There were mini white buttons in the mixture and white chocolate shards at the top. Daddy gave me 2 slices to take home which I enjoyed on Monday and Tuesday.

Dinner done we were sat watching a film when Master said “Well we better get the other thing done before it’s too late. Piggy’s punishment.” I could see PiggyJ’s face fall, I think she hoped he wouldn’t do it because of the time. We already knew Daddy and I were going to be watching, well filming it. Daddy did the bottom end, I did the face end  so we got ready whilst Master got the Giant Devil Paddle and the whip, whilst PiggyJ got into position.

Master started quickly, and boy, coming from the slave who has had lots of experience with this Devil, it sounded very very hard and judging by her reaction it was very very hard. After 10, he changed sides, doing another 10. “Right that’s 20 done. Next 20.” Master told us. Following with another 10, change sides, another 10. Poor PiggyJ was struggling, tears flowed but I was so proud of her because she didn’t move from position, like I would, she actually stayed quiet too, something I can’t do, I try but end up crying out until he puts the gag on.

Then Master changed toy, he picked up the whip. I’m not sure if PiggyJ was told at the beginning, I honestly can’t remember but I know she certainly felt it and the welts forming over her hips were really big. But she took it really well. 10 on each side, she started shaking after each one. “60 done, now you’ve 20 left, you can choose 20 with the whip, paddle or 10 of each.” Master said. It took a while before PiggyJ replied, saying 10 of each, I must admit I was surprised by her choice. Thinking she was very brave choosing that option. Personally I think I’d have done the 20 with the paddle, just because the whip wraps around your hip so badly, that causes much more pain.

So Master did 5 each side with each pain implement, then it was over. During the punishment she was reminded that if she refused to do a task and not ask what the consequences were, this is what happens, and if it happens again, it will be a lot worse.

Master gave PiggyJ a big hug and kiss, probably giving her ass a squeeze as a reminder, then PiggyJ apologized. She looked at it as a lesson learnt. Won’t be the only time for a severe punishment for her, she is stubborn and pigheaded like me, so I’m sure there will be many more times for us both. Not so much for Daddy as he doesn’t take punishment well so tends not to break any rules. It’s just us girls both guys have to deal with LOL.  

Once that was done it was time we had to go, the dogs had been without us for too long, so we packed up then we said our goodbyes and left. On the way home I told Master about our fun, I said, “I didn’t think you’d be upset with our fun as it was still within the rules.” He agreed, a”As long as you both ask, that’s all that matters. Where and when you play on your playday is your choice.” I was pleased he wasn’t bothered by it as I think we may have few more outdoor adventures in the future. LOL.

Sketches of Daddy and I.

I hadnt done any sketches in a while so Daddy told me I had to do two by Saturday. And he wanted one of when he gave me a spanking and one of when I was pleasuring him. I wanted to do one where I was giving him a blowjob but we git no photos from that, so I chose when I was giving him a nice bottom and back massage which he really enjoyed and I really enjoyed doing it too. So I hope Daddy likss them.

 

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Pampered by Daddy.

Yesterday was Daddy’s day off and always likes to spend that day with me now and yesterday was pamper day.

These days I struggle to shave my legs and pussy, the bending to do it has become agony, I have tried a hair removal cream but that only left me with a burnt section of skin and it didn’t really work. I had asked Master if he could do it, but the thought of shaving me gives him the shivers, he cringed, shivered and looked completely horrified. He’s terrified of cutting me or slicing a big strip of skin off down my leg, So I asked if he would mind if I asked Daddy, who had previously said he would do it, so Master agreed, and as I was seeing Daddy the following day. I did ask if we could play but Master said no, it was a school day so no, not tomorrow. Since we began this dynamic with Daddy and PiggyJ as I am now calling her, Daddy and I both have to ask permission from Master if we can play and what play was allowed.

I pouted a little but didn’t complain about his decision, it was his choice.

Plus it is that mad, crazy time of year where we have my in-laws 2 dogs, for nearly 3 weeks, whilst they go on holiday. They now have a 6 month old Jack Russell puppy, who is full of boisterous energy and madness, plus their 7 year old Lhasa Apso, so when Daddy was coming round, I didn’t know how they would react. When he arrived he automatically sat on the floor and said hello to all of them, playing ball with the pup before standing up and giving me a kiss and hug. Well lots of kisses lol.

We had a coffee then went upstairs for my pampering. I already had everything set up, a towel on the bed, puppy pads for the hopeful squirting, my favourite dildo, and massage oil. The razors, shower gel, wash cloth and bucket. I stripped off, then asked Daddy if he was stripping off, so he did, but left his socks on !!!!

Anyway, Daddy filled the bucket, as I lay on the bed.

At this point I had let the dogs come upstairs, they were okay for a bit then the pup started crying, wanting to get on the bed and just play with Daddy. I call him Daddy R to my dogs so they know who he is and Auntie J when J comes around. They already know Daddy R’s name. They were starting to get on my nerves with the barking and crying, it really is hard work with 4 dogs.

Meanwhile Daddy began shaving my legs, I wondered if it may be easier next time stood in the shower, with the shower running so he could wet my legs easily. I will mention it to Daddy next time. He lifted my leg to shave all around it, I noticed how gentle he uses the razor, Master was the same when he did my pussy once. I’m more firmer with it when I do it myself, pressing down harder.

But Daddy did a very good job with my legs, I never really felt sore, only when he moved my legs out sideways did it hurt a bit. But not enough to say anything.

Legs done he went on to do my pussy, I saw the concentration on his face as he worked around my rings. When he was done he asked me to check it over to see if it was okay. It was perfect.

After we cleaned up, I asked  Daddy if he would like a bum massage, he said, Ooohhh yes please. So he settled on the towel on the bed, I climbed between his legs, warmed up the massage oil then began rubbing it over his bottom. Massaging him deeply, I worked down his legs, up his back, over his bum it was really nice. Just the scent of the oil turns me on, it’s such a sexy smell. I love massaging bottoms, sitting over their legs so your pussy slips around his legs, leaving behind a wet trial. Daddy was loving it, his deep sighs telling me so. But the dogs were driving us mad, barking and crying all the time.

Eventually I had enough so took the dogs downstairs, locked the  babygate and closed the door, We would still hear the dogs barking but at least it would be quieter, or so I thought.

When I went back upstairs, Daddy asked if I would like a massage. Oh yes please, I told Daddy, climbing on the bed, lying on the towel. Daddy is very good at massages, not too hard. Just right, as he worked upwards, leaving my lower back as that can’t be touched, he massaged my shoulders really deeply, around my neck then down again. Working on my bum, I was aware that I was lifting my bum to meet his hands, and soon fingers massaged between my legs, then ventured into my hole. Pushing deeply, I cried out at the shock and desire as his thick fingers pushed harder. Daddy likes to go gently, feeling around softly, then suddenly begins thrusting aggressively, that word sounds wrong, but I couldn’t find a word that described his play. It’s a good aggressive, it makes you grow into an orgasm quickly,  Biting the cushion, I feit my juices begin to explode. I closed my legs tight, even though I felt Daddy try to prize them open. “Get a mat Daddy,” I gasped, as Daddy found them, opened one up then, telling me to lift my bum up, he slipped a mat underneath. Giving me no time to breath, his fingers were there again and my orgasm exploded, I felt my squirt running over my pussy as I was lying on my front. Daddy bent down to do small gentle bites on my bum cheeks before kissing them. Reaching forward he kissed me whilst his fingers entered me again. His thrusts becoming harder and faster, I could feel my pussy bruising but in a good way, as thrust harder, faster until I almost screamed and squirted once more. This was an extreme, full blown orgasm, leaving me spent. Daddy told me to lift my bum to remove the mat. “Oh you did squirt, I wasn’t sure if you had coz you were the other way round.” He rolled me over onto my back, “Does my baby girl need more ?” He asked, I giggled and nodded, he opened another puppy pad, I lifted up and he slid it under me. Taking his glasses off, he buried his face in my pussy, sucking my clit, feeling it stretch, swell and his tongue tickled that special button, whatever he does, he does it fucking brilliantly. My orgasm began to grow, so he plunged fingers deep into my vagina, pushing his thumb into my ass. Stretching my hole with his thick fingers, tickling my insides until I felt myself cum. Quickly I heard the squelching noises of fingers grinding and thrusting whilst I squirted. I heard him chuckle, as he slowed down but left his fingers inside me. Watching me come down from yet another orgasm, I grinned at him.

Suddenly his fingers began thrusting again, totally unexpected, my pussy began to feel sore, yet suddenly I was floating, and I began squirting again. This time loads, I mean where does this come from. This was the fourth time in half and hour and yet this last go, I squirted an squirted and squirted. I heard Daddy say Jeez, when I was still going, it made me giggle but it made me feel amazing. I lay collapsed on the bed, totally exhausted. “Does my baby girl want anymore?” He asked. “NO, No yet.” I said.”Lift your bum then,” Daddy folded the pad and put it on the floor. He climbed up towards me, giving me a kiss, well lots of kisses, a few tiny nibbles on my neck and lot of cuddling. “ Would you like a blowjob Daddy ?” I asked. “Oh yes.” He replied quickly.

The dogs at this point were barking, howling so loud, it was difficult to ignore them. Now Master had told me that when I went to give Daddy a blowjob, I was to go on the side of Daddy so he could watch through the camera. But to get comfy I put one arm between his legs, not realising that would block the camera.

Daddy lay back, a huge groan left his mouth as I first started to uck him. I was conscious of not hurting him, like I did when I tried the week before. His PA is certainly taking its time to heal but better to be careful. I was enjoying doing it, asking often if it was okay, I tried pulling the ring with my teeth, only gently for now, then nibbled his head. I knew Daddy was enjoying it, just by his groans, but then the groans changed, it sounded more painful ouches. I stopped, asking him if it was okay or was it stinging,  he said he would have to stop, the stinging was too painful. I asked if he would like me to continue with my hand, and he said please yes. So I wanked him off, slow then quick, rubbing my fingers over his head, I carefully played with the PA, conscious of the sore area. But he was already really excited so didn’t take long before Daddy was groaning really loudly, sometimes I wasn’t sure if it was a loving it groan, or a painful groan, so I quickly asked, only to be told, oh yes. It didn’t take long before Daddy began groaning louder, more excited before his cum flew out, over my hand and him. Since he had a vasectomy years ago, the amount of his cum has halved but there was still plenty there. We cleaned up quickly, as the dogs were driving us mad, howling and barking we decided to go out for lunch.

Leaving the terrible foursome we left for town, Daddy wanted a jumper and I wanted to buy him some sexy hipster boxer shorts as I realised one day that Daddy wore these awful briefs or some shops call them slips. Well either way, they had to go, after a discussion with PiggyJ, she told me she didn’t like them either, so us girls decided they had to go. Whilst I was driving around looking for a parking space, we got on to the subject of when we went to Windermere, and he felt to blame for my back being really bad but I kept telling him it was just my back. Daddy insisted it was due to me walking up the very steep hill to go shopping, saying he should have moved the car. This “discussion” went on a while, whilst I protested that I could climb the hill to Daddy telling me I was to do as I’m told. This got me feeling really bratty, so continued to argue, “Little girl you will do as you are told, and you can carry on pouting, but if you’re still pouting when you’ve parked the car, then when you get out, I will lift your dress and slap your arse really hard.” Daddy threatened and I knew he would do it.

I know him well enough to know he would not care what people thought, he would just do it. So I sulked inwardly, went to Primark for the clothes then went back to the car.

The conversation changed as we headed to our favourite pub for lunch, I stopped sulking though still wanted to talk about it. We had a lovely meal, I had my usual, Cajun rump steak skewers, and I thought Daddy would have his but he fancied a change, What was lovely was when we were shown to our table, Daddy said, “The lady will have a fresh orange juice and lemonade and I will have a coke please.” He saw that I was sat down comfortably before he sat down, then studied the menu, choosing what he fancied. When the waiter came back with the drinks, “We are ready to order, the lady will have the Cajun rump steak skewers, cooked medium rare and I will have the mixed grill, the steak rare please.” Daddy told him, I then added “Could I have chunky chips instead of the fries.” The waiter said that was fine, so we chatted until our meal arrived, which as usual was pretty yummie. We couldn’t leave without the best pudding ever, red velvet white chocolate cheesecake. It was delicious.

It was time to head home, Daddy told me he had a punishment to dish out to his little girl. It should have been 5 swats with his belt for swearing, but he confessed in the car, he forgot his belt. I said well look through our toy drawer and choose something else. We decided to go straight upstairs, Daddy went into the toy drawer, digging out the wooden hairbrush, my rubber hairbrush, then told me to get naked. We set the camera up so we could record it and send it to the SpankingTuube and Fetlife, I told Daddy to be in charge of the camera, moving it forward if needed.

“Right we don’t need to discuss why you are getting punished do we, you now I won’t allow you to swear, you are my little girl and my little girl will not swear. So over my knee, get yourself comfy.”
Daddy ordered. I bent over one knee, my top half rested on the bed, his other leg automatically locked my legs in place.

There was little warm-up, squeezing my cheeks before he took my hairbrush, asking how many swats I had coming, 5 I told him. No it was 50, he said. I tried sitting up, No you said 5. I stated. Hm 5 on each cheek. He said. No you said just 5, I told him.

Okay 5 it is, Daddy said. Rubbing the brush over my cheeks, he lifted it and walloped one cheek. The burn and sting was unbelievable, I bit my tongue to stop me swearing. Another shocking swat and I tried sitting upright but he pushed me back on the bed, held my legs tighter as he continued up to 5.

“Right that’s your punishment over, would you like a fun spanking ?” He asked whilst rubbing and squeezing my bum.

“Yes please Daddy,” I replied.

So Daddy began with his hard hands, walloping me very hard, then used both brushes, going as hard as he had for my punishment. Fingers delved into both available holes, but just as I reached a high, he stopped and carried on. He repeatedly asked me if I was okay, I always replied yes. This could carry one for hours, I was loving it. Though it was really powerful slaps, and hurt I wanted more. Fingers delved once more, in my ass, my pussy, stretching me which was very painful. I wriggled a bit when he began with the brushes again, pushing my body down again. I’m not sure how long it went on for but I also had a pretty wild orgasm too. Daddy was really enjoying himself for his second go, and for the person who said I don’t think I could spank you, he now uses any excuse to spank me. It was really really good.

Now there was one point or maybe 2 that PiggyJ and I both said afterwards. That was you can’t mix a punishment with a fun spanking as it all rolled into one. If there was a punishment due, it should be done first thing, get it out of the way, then the fun play can be done later in the day.

Plus if the punishment was 5 with a belt then he should not forget the belt, or choose an appropriate toy to replace the belt, which we have plenty, a leather strap, the lash, leather whip or even the awful CPS. Something that is a similar toy. Both of us girls felt the brush wasn’t a good exchange. PiggyJ said to Daddy when he got home, “Would Master choose the brush if he forgot his belt ? not that he would forget.” Daddy thought about it and agreed, And now understood that punishment and play should be separate.

But we had another lovely day,  after our play, we went downstairs, made a coffee whilst Daddy went through the maths I was stuck on. But even he didn’t understand them. He looked through the book and told me to forget that one, he would buy some more. I want to ask Master if he would help me but he has a tendency to skitt my learning maths, saying how old are you ? i’m 49, I say, And you’re doing aged 7-8 year old maths. I get really pissed off at this, Saying you should be proud of the fact I want to learn some maths when you know how much numbers make me freak out. So I will choose a time when I think he will help me without making me feel stupid, but I don’t want to throw the book away, it’s beaten me then.

Daddy’s day off is Saturday this week, so we are planning on making it a day altogether. I think Daddy wants to take me to the cinema and I’m having a nice hot bath to soothe my back. Unfortunately we can’t stay over because we still have the dogs until Monday, leaving them for the day will be hard enough for E as the pup howls the entire time I’m out. But it will be nice having the day altogether. PiggyJ is cooking dinner for us and Daddy is making a cheesecake, so I’m betting it will be yummie.

 

Saturday night away.

I packed a good selection of toys, ones I knew Master would like, and some I thought Daddy would like. My plan or hope was to get the punishment done then later have some spanking / fun later. So I added the crop, Giant and Little Devil, the evil loopy and jokari and bath brush. A dildo, nipple clamps, pinwheel, body paints and crayons, my bite gag and selfie stick. Master wanted the tens machine and internal tens plug and I was told to bring my soap. Master packed the body harness, I packed my new baby girl pyjamas and slippers, my hairbrush and some aftercare cream, Daddy said he will do aftercare whether it’s a punishment or play, whereas Master doesn’t do aftercare when it’s a punishment.

I’d been shopping for some wine and bought a selection of goodies for us all, incase we wanted a snack later on.

I packed Little Minxs teddy, Daddy said to bring my pillows, I packed more puppy pads, no way was I going to squirt on the settee again, I would have to stop myself and get some out or just have them on the floor ready. Now Daddy can make me squirt I knew it would happen a lot. Which of course was fanfuckingtastic, ( Sorry Daddy. ) I needed to make sure we had everything for the morning, both our medications, wash bag, makeup. It felt like we should have packed a suitcase for the one night.

We needed a better bag that fit the toys better so we didn’t have to hide the handles from E, not that he would notice really but we still had to be careful.

So we left around 3pm, the journey felt quicker this time or maybe it was because Master knew his way, even though the sat nav was on. Master reversed up the drive and we got the bags etc out, J was at the door naked waiting for us. Daddy was naked in the living room. We got everything sorted, wine in the fridge, then J made Master a coffee and Daddy made one for me.

We chatted for a while then Daddy said he thought it felt very hot, and it was a hot, stuffy, humid day again, then Master realised I was still dressed, so I was instructed to get myself naked.

The dress and bra came off, when Master said to J, “Let’s get this punishment over with.” I think she may have grumbled but I’m not entirely sure. At the moment, J is following the rules very well, replying correctly to Master, Daddy is too. Master does often comment how I don’t reply correctly like they do. When we arrived, we found out we hadn’t packed the cans of lemonade, or the pads for the tens machine, apparently it was my fault and I was to just admit it, even though I reckoned it was both our faults but I was to apologise. We were in front of J and Daddy, I know I should have just apologised but I did feel we were both responsible for forgetting them, when I said nothing he gave me a hard, sharp slap across my cheek, I was showing him up in front of his new subs, so behind gritted teeth, I apologised for not packing the lemonade.

I know Master doesn’t like me showing him up.

Anyway, Master got the Little Devil paddle and him and J went upstairs to do her punishment. She had managed to earn herself 50 swats in the week. It wasn’t long before we heard the paddle hitting skin. Now naturally I’m not going to say to Daddy, are you going to get this punishment out of the way, so we just snuggled and chatted until Daddy finally said, “Right let’s get this done.” I got the Jokari, sorted the selfie stick and got my phone ready to video it, I think I had it too far back as you can see faces, I’ve got to see if Master will let me upload it or if it needs editing, I’m hoping we can just upload it, as it takes Master a while to edit it, I don’t know how to do it.

So Daddy was sat at the edge of the settee, “Right there’s no need to go over this again, you know what you did, don’t you ?” He asked me. “Yes Daddy,” I replied. “Now over my knee.” “Over both knees ?” I asked, “No, just the one,” As I bent over, he used his other leg to lock my legs together.

As I’m a known brat, there was something missing with this punishment and I was not going to say anything. Daddy had said I was to have a wet, sudsy bar of soap in my mouth for all the swearing I had done, but I wasn’t going to tell him, so I didn’t, even though the soap was in the bag.

Daddy rubbed my bottom, squeezing it, warming it up, then he began spanking me. And he has a very hard hand smack. He would smack, hold his hand still on my cheeks then give it a hard squeeze and rub. The smacks continued, in the same way and I could tell my ass was blossoming and becoming hot. He lectured me on why his little girl would not use bad language again, His hard slaps were certainly starting to sting, then he placed the Jokari on my cheeks, “How many have you got left ?” Daddy asked. I lifted my head up, trying to twist around, “What ! I’ve not been counting, you didn’t tell me to count.” I’d no idea how many he had done. He said “You’ve had 15, 30 left.” This may not be the accurate number but it’s as close as I remember. This is why I try to do the blogs on the same day or at least the following day, so I can remember everything. Anyway, Daddy started with the paddle and boy, it hurt, starting with 5 on one cheek, then 5 on the other cheek. Then alternating as I began to squirm around, he hooked his leg over my legs tightly again, his other arm held my waist firmly, I couldn’t wriggle to get away. Daddy then asked if I wanted 5 done quickly, I said yes, but do I need to count, Daddy said no, he would do it. But having 5 quick hard swats in one go hurt like s**t, then he did 5 on the other cheek. We got to the last 2 and Daddy asked for it to be quick, so I said yes please. The final 2 felt very painful, my eyes watered as I climbed off his knee, Daddy hugged me tightly and kissed me, I know he doesn’t like punishing me, not like Master, he does have a sadistic side but no where near as much as Master, but I need him to understand how much I need the severe punishment. Or even a seriously hard, fun spanking, it gives me a release, I suppose a bit like when I’ve squirted, I feel me again, I feel awake and alive again.

But I think Daddy is realizing this side of me.

I got the cream out of my bag, Daddy took some photos of my bum and then I lay across Daddy’s lap as he rubbed cream in. once it was done I snuggled into him, kissed and cuddled, ( Flip, I’m getting turned on just writing this. I wanna be over his knee again. )

But he’s made it clear he will NOT spank me as a punishment. This shocked me I will be honest, but he knows I would misbehave to get one. I think he doesn’t feel he could spank me as severely as Master, though he has said when we talked about my past misadventures from my blog, that if that happened now, he would be round like a shot and spank me so severely I wouldn’t sit down for weeks, not just days. I’m not sure that would really happen, but he promised it would.

After a minute or so J and Master came down, J was dressed but walking rather awkwardly, We had heard a few cries out from J during her 50 swats, I asked if Master took photos but he said he couldn’t because his phone was downstairs so I said oh they need to be seen. By looking on J’s face, I knew it hurt. And the bruises were extreme, not as bad as last weeks but the fresh bite marks right on her bruises looked awful. He took the photos then asked to check my bottom, he wanted to make sure Daddy had done a good job, and he said he was impressed. We chatted about the bruises whilst J hitched up her panties and jeans and I put my bra and dress on, I’m very pleased I don’t wear panties or any trousers anymore.

Master then decided it was time to get Daddy’s 10 swats done, before we went out for dinner so they went upstairs, me and J

chatted, it’s nice for us just to get some time alone, getting to know each other and we always end up making sure we were both happy, which we were, I’d like some more girl time so we can have a good chat, I know she can be a brat, Daddy has said he could see us both getting into serious trouble because of brattiness or moodiness.

I mean, ME MOODY, I don’t know what he means………….

Suddenly we heard a very loud scream from upstairs, J said, “Sir’s biting him, I bet that’s what that is. “ I agreed, I knew Master was enjoying biting J and Daddy, I can only cope with some biting, J and Daddy seem to cope better with much harder bites, then there was another screech. We did giggle but look shocked at the same time, I’ve not heard Daddy scream that loud. Then it went quiet upstairs, they must have been having a good chat, which is good when they can just talk as G and R, not Master and Daddy. Eventually they came downstairs, Daddy revealled his bruised bum, but the 2 bite marks right on the worst bruises were very shocking, no wonder he screamed. Photos were taken and Daddy got dressed, then we got ready to go out for dinner. The car journey was very hard for J, every bump hit her bruises and if I was truly honest, I was a little jealous coz my marks were almost gone now and after the spanking, there wasn’t much discomfort. But maybe I’m just a bit nuttie to be wanting to feel them, okay, yes I am, I love the feel, the look, feel proud of them, but also reminds me of what I did wrong.

On the way to the pub from the carpark, Daddy opened my car door, helped me out, I’d forgotten my walking stick so I linked arms with him, I made sure I walked carefully, especially walking up the steps, I lose a bit of confidence without my stick, worrying I may trip over and feel unsteady. But again Daddy, like Master, showed me how much of an old fashioned true gentleman he is, opening the door for me, pulling the chair out, pushing me in, handing me the menu before getting his, giving the waiter my order for food and drink first. Making sure I still looked decent even though I was sat bare on the chair, like Daddy told me to do.

We enjoyed a nice meal, just chilling out and chatting, it felt very comfortable.

The spikey mat we ordered came just before we left that afternoon, but it was very big, I hadn’t brought it with me, Master said it wasn’t suitable. So I was relieved to not have to sit on it.

A few days later when I was meeting Daddy, I showed him the mat and he said he wanted to keep it, thinking a seamstress would be able to cut it in half and sew it neatly. I told him I didn’t want the foam inside, Daddy said no, it would be too uncomfortable. I said, Daddy it’s supposed to be uncomfortable, you wanted me to sit on it during the meal as a punishment, it shouldn’t be cushioned. Daddy said, well okay, if that’s what you think, then take the foam out and get it cut in half, he can have one half at his house, I can have mine here. He said there were a couple of seamstresses where he lived so he would take it for me.

Anyway, poor J did look uncomfortable sitting down, Daddy didn’t look too bad, but Master had ensured he got the sit spot on J’s bottom. Daddy didn’t know about this area, being called the sit spot and that it was that area that got spanked the hardest, as that’s where you felt it the most after the spanking. Master told him to lift the buttocks up. then you can aim for the sit spot perfectly. That’s the best area to spank. Daddy listened carefully to this, understanding it, he looked at me and nodded, I knew he had taken this in.

When we got back, Daddy, J and I stripped off, we got some drinks sorted, the others had a fireball shot, I didn’t want one just then, I was quite full and I must admit I felt very tired. But we listened to some music and chatted. Then Master and J said they were going to bed to watch a movie, saying night to Daddy and I.

Once they went, Daddy decided to get the airbed blown up, we snuggled and kissed whilst we waited but it was taking forever. Daddy had a pump that takes batteries and soon we realised the batteries were finished. Daddy said he would go and get some, so quickly got dressed, hopped on his motorbike and 5 minutes later he returned with new batteries, these blew the mattress up very quickly then. Daddy had to buy the airbed and a sheet to cover it, and we had a thick throw blanket and my snuggily to keep us warm. little minxs teddy and my Doodoo were on my pillow. So we were sorted. Then it was time for more fun.

This time we had permission from Master saying that Daddy could give me oral, fingers were allowed but I wasn’t allowed to give him a blowjob or to have full sex yet.

So it was a progression, but we were both looking forward to the time we would be allowed to do what we want.

Daddy told me to lie down on the settee as he climbed on top of me, kissing me deeply, tongues playing around, tasting each other, running tongues over teeth, nibbling lips. Daddy sucked on my nipples, teeth leaving slight bites on them, making me flinch. He snuggled my neck, kissing, nibbling me then my ear. I just love this area being touched, my pussy throbbed as he nibbled my neck, I felt myself getting wet, desperate for his touch.

He moved down my body, fingers finding my soggy pussy. He fingered me and it felt awesome. Soon I felt myself build up, but I would not let him get me to squirt on the settee again, trying to close my legs, he kept opening them. “I need a mat Daddy, I can’t squirt on the settee again,” I told him, “It doesn’t matter “ Daddy said, but I couldn’t. Quickly I got up, fetched 2 mats from the bag, opened one out on the settee then lay down again. It didn’t take long before I reached that point again, I released my cum, hearing his fingers squelch around as he continued finger fucking me.

( Sorry Daddy. ) I held Daddy’s cock, gently tickling his balls and cock, my fingernails scratching harder sometimes, over his head, hearing him groan, his eyes shut as he enjoyed this, I really wanted to taste him, but I knew Master would be very angry if we broke his rules. So I hope I managed to still do things right so Daddy enjoyed it.

Daddy went down to lick and suck my clit, finding that spot that gets me going again. His tongue delved deep inside my vagina, sucking, nibbling, fingers still teasing my clit, my rings clinking together, that sound always turns me on. Fingers and tongue pushed into my holes, my clit was continually tickled, my eyes closed as I rolled my head side to side, building up to another orgasm, this felt more desperate, more needy, as I thrust my hips up, greedily pushing more of his fingers inside. I love how he reaches over to kiss me whilst his fingers still did their magic, I grazed his chest with my nails, hips, legs and pelvic area, sometimes teasing him by reaching for his cock and balls, plus that space from ass to balls. Daddy’s fingers worked harder, thrusting deeper, then he changed direction, finding the spot that gets me cumming violently. The guttural, deep noises coming out of my mouth indicated to Daddy that I was close to cumming again. I soon felt a small release, before I squirted like a tap going on full. I felt like it would never end, even when I finished squirting, he fingers continued to thrust deeper. I cupped his balls massaging them, playing with his hard cock, I had to really focus, it was Daddy’s turn now for his release, wanking him off, Daddy took over for a bit so I teased his balls and towards his ass, I loved hearing him groan once more, a deeper groan, faster thrusts of fingers meeting faster thrusts of my hips, hands swapping so I could wank him, desperate to have his cock inside me, or in my mouth. I felt his hot sweet pre-cum ooze out of his head as I rubbed it over his cock. Then his hot cum shot out over my tummy. Daddy lent forward to kiss me, his tongue dancing with mine. “Do you want more babygirl ?” Daddy asked. “Not yet.” I said quietly. He started laughing when I said not yet. We stood up, I folded the pad and Daddy took it to the bin, I cleaned myself up and we got a drink. Snuggling on the settee we found a film to watch, it hadn’t been on long. There was a problem with Daddy’s wifi so he didn’t think he could go on NetFlix.

After a while I started to hear some deeper breathing and a very faint snoring, but as soon as I looked at Daddy, he opened his eyes. I was kinda tired as well but wanted to watch the film, but after hearing him snoring again, and realising it was midnight and the film was going to be on at least another 30 minutes, I asked Daddy if we should go to bed.

So, we tidied up, and got into bed. Daddy wrapped the blanket over me, leaving my snuggily near me, Little Minxs was tucked under my arm, my Doodoo was on the side. I wanted to try using it but didn’t, not sure why but I will. Daddy spooned me, snuggiling close which was lovely. Eventually Daddy went into a deeper sleep and then he rolled over. I snuggled further then went to sleep.

I slept well, I think it was about 6’ish when I started to wake, Daddy woke up not long after that, but I was still in that half asleep mode where you really don’t want to open your eyes and get up. Daddy got up to go to the toilet then snuggled into bed again. “Morning babygirl.” He said, “Morning Daddy,” I said, his arms snaked around my body, turning me onto my back. He rolled on top of me and bent down and kissed me. I felt his cock twitch between my legs, I felt my hips try to grind towards him, desperate for his cock to be thrust into me, but rules were rules. Daddy moved himself away from temptation, choosing to suck my clit instead, which of course I’m not gonna complain. He delved his tongue inside me, oh God, I just couldn’t get enough, then fingers pushed inside, hard thrusts. My pussy felt sore from all the play the night before, but morning sex was fantastic, I wanted to cum again and cum hard. That’s exactly what I did as Daddy worked his magic, sending me rolling into another orgasm, my eyes rolled, my head rolled and deep, deep grunts sounding strange were coming from my mouth.  “Oh jeez Oh F*** “ I mumbled, my subconscious keeping me from actually saying the swear word. But I wasn’t sure Daddy heard anyway. “Oh Daddy,” I stuttered, my voice getting more frantic, “Cum for me babygirl,” Within that second, I began squirting, all over the bed sheet, Daddy continued until I really was spent, I was sure all the cum inside me was gone for now. Daddy chuckled as he watched me come down from a very very high ledge, but he was still enjoying finger fucking me. ( Sorry Daddy. )

His play became more intense, his cock now like rock, dancing around my pussy, “Oh God, we can’t,” I mumbled, grabbing his cock, rubbing his head with my thumb, we kissed long and hard, again feeling his cock near me, wanting him to pound it into me, roll me over and fuck my ass, but these fucking rules were killing us. (Sorry Daddy.)

But he slipped his cock over my clit, rubbing it over me, thrusting himself over me but not inside, fingers explored once more, my hand traced his tattoos, watching them move as his muscles hardened, they looked incredibly sexy. I heard Daddy start to grunt, more roughly and took over wanking himself until he had cum over my pussy. Oh God I hope we can have sex next time, do whatever we want. Daddy reached down and kissed me again. Snuggling up close, lying on the wet bed, but we didn’t care.

Suddenly the sound of the bed creaking and rocking above us made us start giggling. “Oh sounds like Master and Jayne are awake, better get the breakfast on. Want a coffee baby ?” Daddy asked, “Oh yes please Daddy.” I said.

So whilst Daddy started preparing the coffee and breakfast, I let the plug out of the air bed, gave the bed sheet to Daddy, and got a cloth to dry the air bed a bit. I folded the throws, putting them on the pillows to take upstairs, I put my pillows to one side, with Little Minxs teddy. Then came into the kitchen, Daddy had just made my coffee. “Can I help ?” I asked. “You could take the drinks to the others,” Daddy told me. So I took their drinks up, the creaking bed had stopped so we thought it was safe to go up without disturbing them. Giving them their cups of coffee I gave Master a good morning kiss, and left them to watch TV. I came back to the kitchen and started the washing up for Daddy, even though Daddy told me to go in the living room to watch TV, I didn’t like the idea of Daddy doing everything. Soon breakfast was ready, just when Master came downstairs. “I can’t eat all that breakfast,” He said, “Only half, can I put half on another plate? “ He asked. Daddy passed me a plate and I moved over what Master wanted then I carried his and J’s plate upstairs. As I was leaving, Master asked if he could have brown sauce, well no actually he said, “ Where’s the brown sauce ? ” “I will go and get some Master,” I said politely, “I should think so, you know I can’t have breakfast without it.” Master told me as I left the room. I returned to the kitchen, asking Daddy if he had brown sauce, “Oh yes, I bought some in for him,” He got the bottle, took the seal off and handed it to me. So I took it up, waited until Master put some on his plate then returned to the kitchen, putting it away. By this time Daddy had got our breakfast nearly completed, he plated up and took it in the living room.

Daddy found us a film to watch, so we watched that eating a lovely breakfast even though it was big. Once we had eaten, we snuggled back on the settee, I started to do my lines that Master told me I still had to do, but soon put the notebook and pencil down so I could snuggle into Daddy more. We were just enjoying this coziness when the bed started creaking again. “Blimey, are they still at it, J will have broken Master at this rate.” We both giggled, just how many times had they had sex during the night, I wondered.

Eventually it stopped, and a while later they both came downstairs, J had a shower so came down in a towel, the film had just finished so Daddy and I got dressed, Daddy was concerned with the time as his parents would be dropping their son off soon.

We packed everything away in the car and said our goodbyes, thanking them both for a lovely night and that we would do it again soon, then left. It really was a lovely night and I hope there will be many more and that Daddy and I can play more too.

Saturday night with Master, Daddy and J.

Saturday night with Master, Daddy and J.

Last night we were going to Daddy’s for the evening, getting a pizza takeaway and having a play, if we are allowed. Daddy was due a punishment of 20 with the giant devil paddle because he didn’t punish me, Master had to do it, so I had to pack the bag ready.

Master wanted the CPS, the giant and little devil paddles, the crop, the hand paddle and the Jokari paddle. I packed some puppy pads, incase Daddy gets me to squirt, Daddy told me to bring Little Minxs teddy, my maths book so he could mark it and a copy of my new sketch. But Master was very dirty as he was working on the car when I asked him to copy it, then I must admit, we both forgot. But I will do a copy and give it to him, next time I see him. But I was really looking forward to spending time with Daddy.

It took about an hour and 10 minutes to get to their house, as we reversed up their drive, I saw J’s naked body through the glass front door. Kisses and hugs all around, Master told me to get naked then asked why Daddy was still dressed. Daddy apologised and took his jeans and tshirt off. Only Master remained dressed for now.

J doesn’t make coffee or use the microwave for anything, so I offered to make Masters coffee, Daddy told me I could use either the sippy cup or a tumbler cup with a straw, I chose the sippy cup, I wanted to see if I felt comfortable using it. Daddy filled it with wine, then also handed me a shot glass of this amber liquid, called FireBall. A whiskey with cinnamon in it. Daddy wanted me to get drunk, the glass looked huge, I’ve never done shots before. “I can’t down this in one go,” I said. “Course you can,” Daddy said, taking the glass and downing the shot. He refilled the glass, handing it to J, who also just took the shot, downed it in one. Then Daddy refilled the glass and handed it to me. I took it, looking at Daddy then tipped it all into my mouth and swallowed. The burn didn’t start immediately it took a few seconds, I tasted the cinnamon, then the burning warmed my insides and mouth. It actually tasted quite nice, I would have it again. Eventually Master’s coffee was made, cup of tea for J, Daddy got a big bottle of larger.    

Whilst we were in the kitchen, Master called me and Daddy over, putting his arms over each of our shoulders. “Now, I know you are both hoping you can play and it’s my decision, so you can play tonight, but, and I do mean but, ONLY fingers. So that’s no tongues going anywhere other than in mouths, understand ?” he told us. “Yes Master, thank you” I said then Daddy said, “Yes Master, I understand and thank you Master.”

I sat next to Daddy on the settee, Master sat on the chair and J sat on the floor next to him. We ordered the pizza, put some music on, whilst Daddy marked my maths homework. I got all but 1 right so I was very pleased.

I seemed to go through my wine very quickly in my sippy cup, Daddy filled it up again, it was very easy to drink it.  

We chatted about anything and everything, I needed the toilet, so Daddy showed me where it was. He took me into his sons bedroom, wanting to show me the views across where he lived  but unfortunately it was a wet day, the clouds were low but you could just make out the areas he had told me about on Thursday.

We all just chatted about everyday stuff then the pizza arrived, now I know Daddy answered the door but I don’t know if he kept his lower body behind the door, even though it would still have shown he was naked or he just opened the door fully, I will have to ask him. So we enjoyed our pizzas, I think I was on the last of my wine then, Daddy made me a Southern comfort, lime and lemonade. This wasn’t as nice in the sippy cup, I think it was because of the bubbles in the lemonade, maybe the tumbler and straw is better for this drink but I do like my sippy cup so I’m sticking with that.

After we finished our meal, Master and J went upstairs, he wanted a massage from her and a play. So this gave Daddy and me the time to play too.

Daddy loves kissing, which is fab because Master is not a big kisser, we cuddled and kissed for ages, until eventually Daddy lay me down on the settee. He examined my piercings, I asked if he liked them, “Oh yes,” he muttered, I think he was desperate to feel them on his tongue, but he wasn’t allowed and there was no way we were breaking it, because we both knew the punishment would be severe and include a ban of any play at all, even if Master and J were playing.

Daddy fingered my pussy, pushing as many fingers in as he could, I’m not sure if it was all of them, I felt stretched but not painfully stretched. I loved how he reached down to kiss me at the same time. He turned his fingers around, and that was it, I knew I was going to cum quickly and soon I heard the familiar sound of fingers squelching in my cum, my eyes rolled up and closed as I fell into my orgasm, Daddy’s fingers were still feeling everything inside me, his thumb rolling over my clit. Then fingers explored my asshole, he used my juices as lube to push inside, fingers were still in my pussy. I ground myself into his fingers, willing them to go deeper and harder. But I was just in ecstasy, I tried to keep my eyes open and watch Daddy’s face but quichky my eyes rolled once more. When Daddy turned his fingers around again, my orgasm built up, higher and stronger, I thrust myself further into Daddy’s fingers and felt my cum release, I squirted for what seemed minutes but probably was only seconds, “Fucking hell,” Daddy muttered as he felt and saw my cum rush out again. Loads of it, I giggled, felt embarrassed but so turned on too, and I always feel better, feel such a release after having a squirt orgasm.
Feeling his hard cock against me I took hold of it, tickling it, scraping my nails along his balls up to the head of his cock. Feeling it dance around as I tickled the tip of his head then back to his balls. His cock hard as I began wanking him off, I desperately wanted to chew and nibble his cock, giving him a blowjob, I had to lick my fingers to keep his head moist, he’s circumcised so I’m wasn’t sure if having the foreskin keeps the head moist. Master’s not circumcised, and his head is moist a little, but I will use lube so the dryness is rubbing. I will make sure I’ve some sachets of lube in my bag for next week. Luckily Daddy has a wetter mouth than me so he took over lubing up. Most of my medication’s side effects cause a dry mouth, so that plus not drinking loads means my mouth is usually very dry, which is why I chew gum and have water with me to wet my mouth.

I was enjoying watching Daddy’s expression on his face as I played with his cock, learning all his different expressions. We’ve only played with a small selection of people, but Daddy is the first person I really wanted to watch, like I do Master. Daddy took over a few times and that was nice to watch, he has lot of tattoos on his upper chest and arms, it was super sexy seeing his muscles contract and retract.

After a lot of playing, Daddy was close to cumming, which of course we couldn’t do inside me so Daddy took over and squirted his hot cum over my tummy. Both of us breathing quickly, Daddy bent over to kiss me then got up to get some wipes to clean me up and clean Daddy’s cock.

Daddy put some towels over the settee and I said “If this needs cleaning then we will go halves.” “Don’t be soft,” Daddy said. We sat snuggled together and carried on chatting. He started asking about spanking, he’s very worried about hurting my back, so I stood up and showed him the areas that were a definitive No No. Then chatted about general things with spanking, he commented about his hand hurting more than my bum hurting, “That’s why you use toys,” I told him, walking into the kitchen, I found in the bag the hand paddle and Jokari paddle, and showed him the toys. I explained that Master liked the hand paddle for over the knee. He felt the Jokari, I explained that a very good disciplinarian on SpankingTube uses this for bad spankings, only a gentle swat causes intense stinging pain. “Mmmmmmm,” Daddy said, indicating for me to turn around as he swatted my ass, making me yelp out loud. “Right come on, over.” Daddy ordered. “What now ?” I stuttered, of course I knew what he meant I was acting defiant.

But I bent over his knee, I should have asked if I could have Little Minxs teddy, but I didn’t want to get her dirty if I began crying and eye makeup ran down my face. Daddy held me down and began swatting my ass, I instantly began to wriggle and he held me tighter, but not enough as I managed to escape, but he told me to get back over again, as I did, he moved his other leg over mine, locking me into place. HHhhmmmm he’s learning quickly, he’s seen this on the Spankingtube videos. His spare hand hugged my waist tightly, as he continued, OMG it hurt a lot, especially as I’ve not had too many spankings recently. But he swung that paddle very well, and his bare palm, I had to bite the cushion so I didn’t cry out.

I can’t remember if he finished or I rolled off but it stopped. I think he may have found a toy he liked. Why on earth did I bring this one ? I thought.

We chatted for ages, I asked if he likes nibbling and biting on his cock during a blowjob and he said yes but not much biting. I was really pleased about.

Next Saturday we are sleeping over and I am worried about my awful snoring though Daddy said it didn’t matter and J snores very loudly but it is a worry, I really would never stay over at someone’s house because of it. Master said we could go to a hotel but I said no, Daddy was looking forward to sleeping with me and Little Minxs. He asked if I was okay on a blowup mattress and I said, yes fine, just have a couple of pillows, but for 1 night I would be fine. I will take my kindle then if I’m up at some stupid time, in the morning, I can read as I would normally just put the TV on but Daddy will be sleeping. I can just make myself a coffee and read in bed or if I need to sit up, I can sit on the settee.

Soon after Master and J came down, I noticed a lot of bite marks on her, J loves biting so I bet she didn’t scream like I do, that’s when I found out Daddy likes biting too. Master got the crop out of the bag and kept swatting J as she went to the kitchen to make another cup of tea, Master followed with the crop but she never murmured, though the look on her face showed it was stinging, and she was biting her tongue to stop herself swearing or saying something else to Master, though he really was pushing her until she let rip, and had a tantrum, but she didn’t, she just sat down and took the swats reigning down on her boobs, nipples, tummy, all at the same time we were chatting. I was feeling chilly so Daddy got my snuggily and wrapped me up and cuddled me closely.

Master said, “Well Manho, ( Daddy ) I think we should get that punishment out of the way don’t you ?” “Erm, I guess so,” Daddy said, Master got the Giant Devil Paddle, J got her phone ready and I got mine. We went up to their bedroom as J said it probably would be better bent over the bed. He grabbed a pillow and bent over the bed. I went to the front of the bed and videod it from the front, J would video from the back. Daddy said “You know I’m just gonna cry like a little girl.” “Bend over Manho, don’t move.” Master told him. He began with the lecture, you know why you’re getting punished, you set a punishment for Serf but then never did it, so I had to. That’s not right is it ?” “No Master, it’s not right,” Daddy said before crying out as the paddle hit him. Another whack and he shrieked in pain. I have to admit all 3 of us were laughing so much, which was mean really as I certainly know how bad that paddle is, and J found it out on the Thursday night, last week. By the time he got to 5, Daddy was crouching  on the floor as Master ordered him back up. “Maybe it’s better quicker,” Master said as he then proceeded to do 5 quickly but Daddy was bouncing about, asking if he could have a break, but Master said “No. Ask Serf if it’s better having a break.” “Daddy no, just get it done, it will only make the pain worse if you have a break.” “See I told you it’s not worth it, but I hope you learn from this. If Serf has any punishment from you, you will punish her, it’s not my job to punish her for you.” Master scolded him, Daddy just kept repeating “Yes Master, I understand Master,” On one hit, Daddy literally jumped over the bed, rolling onto the floor, again we just laughed so much but poor Daddy, he was taking it well. When Master got to the final 2 he suggested going softer. Now this I knew was a lie because the final one is always the one that’s the hardest, so he swatted his bruised ass slightly softer, but only slightly softer, then aimed for the final swat. Daddy was dreading it, as Master swung that paddle and swatted him so hard, Daddy jumped over the bed, rolling himself up into a ball, he cursed, said OMG over and over, until he tried sitting up. “Right Manho, come and have a hug, so there’s no hard feelings.” Daddy hugged Master and I then saw his ass, it was purple, bruises right over the lower section of his cheeks. Eventually we went back downstairs, Daddy ouched as he sat down, asking why I enjoyed this, saying I must be mad to enjoy that. But Daddy took his punishment very well, I don’t think he will break the rules very often now.

We chatted again, just really chilled out, before Master said we better go home. So we dressed gathered our toys, then thanked Daddy and J for a wonderful evening, and we were looking forward to staying over next Saturday. But we had a great time.  

EVEERY DAMN DAY IN JUNE.

 

THE BRAT / BRATS WILL LEARN. Chapter 7.

Sara stayed at Teri’s until 7 pm, the train from London would arrive at 7.20 pm, so by the time she drove home it would be the right time. Si was waiting for her, he was his usual happy self, greeting her with a big hug, kiss and cheeky squeeze of her bum. “Missed you squirt,” Si told her, calling her his little pet name for her, which she loved.

“Missed you too, Daddy, have you had 2 busy days with work?”Sara asked.

”Yes. Meetings with suppliers from Brazil, Spain India and America, think we’ve got them, more meetings tomorrow then Friday we are giving them a tour of the factories then taking them around the city and meal before they leave that night.” Si explained, lifting Sara’s suitcase out of the car. “What about you ? Was it as heavy going as you thought. Learn anything ?”
“Not really, we are already using the new til, but doing the orders on tablets are still causing issues. Everyone is going to get further training, the managers will get extra training with the tils too. I think they are making it harder than it is, but hopefully it will get sorted. If we want to branch further out, these things shouldn’t be an issue then.” Sara explained.

Si carried the suitcase upstairs, ready for Sara to unpack. Coming back down, Sara was making coffee for them both.

“So I hope my baby girl behaved herself whilst away. Did you drink ?” Si asked.

“I had 1 glass of wine with dinner and that was it Daddy, just like you told me.” Sara said sweetly.

“That’s my good girl. Oh I’ve invited Teri to come round on Friday night and stay over. I felt guilty that she moved the party in the hope I’d let you go, though she still tried to get me to say yes. But we can have a nice takeaway and have a good catch up. I thought you’d like that too.” Si told him.

“Yes she texted me and told me.” Sara said.

“Did you mention anything about the conversation we had. ?”

“Yes I thought I’d better, so she can think about it, she didn’t seem scared, a bit shocked. I think her main worry is if it breaks our friendship up. We’ve been best friends for so long, neither of us want that to be lost.” explained Sara.

“No well that’s understandable, but hopefully because we are more like a family it will work. Hopefully by Friday, she will have made her mind up. For now I want my baby girl to get ready for bed, it’s late but I will let you stay up an extra 30 minutes, as you’ve not been home long. I take it you’ve eaten?” He asked.

“Well I had a meal on the train, but to be honest, I am hungry.” Sara said.

“Okay, you get showered etc, I will make us some supper.” Si told her, giving her bum a light tap as she went past.

Sara ran upstairs giggling, she unpacked her case, hiding her bikini at the bottom of the wash basket, Si didn’t usually do the washing so she can wash them this week when Si was out. Running the shower, she quickly washed herself, not washing her hair though, stepping out she wrapped herself in a huge fluffy towel and padded to the bedroom. As usual, there was her little pyjamas, placed on her side of the bed and Mr Rufus, her teddy. There was no sign of her NooNoo’s, 2 nights without it was terribly hard, she liked sucking her thumb but she preferred her dummy. Daddy didn’t allow any baby girl things packed when she went away. So she usually had bad nights missing her usual things.

Putting on her pink pyjamas with stars, moons and sleepy teddies printed all over, she brushed her hair, grabbing Mr Rufus, she slipped her feet into her pink fluffy slippers and went downstairs. Si had done them a cheese platter with a glass of red wine each, 3 different cheeses, a selection of crackers, grapes and watermelon, apple, cheese and walnut salad and coleslaw,  just a perfect supper for them. Sara put some food on her plate and snuggled into her Daddy, the fire was on low, and they watched Masters of photography one of their favourite shows.

All the crockery for Sara was based for little girls, when they decided they wanted this dynamic, Si said he would love to be her Daddy, Sara was so relieved because she wanted to be little. Si took her shopping one day, he let her choose all the crockery she liked, side and dinner plates, bowls, snack bowls, beakers, plastic mugs, plastic glasses and wine glasses and cutlery. They all matched, so Si decided to ensure Sara had enough, he bought 3 of everything. They bought My Little Pony washcloths, Little Princess electric toothbrush, a variety of nightwear, then Sara was allowed to choose some cuddly toys. Sara was in her element, choosing Mr Rufus as her favourite, he was a big floppy dog, a giant soft teddy bear, wearing a pink dress and pink bows in her hair, this was Princess and an elephant, she called Nellie. Lastly Si chose one, a big soft seal, he called her Spanked Suzy. This was to be her teddy bear she could cuddle when he was punishing her. She loved it. They went online and bought some dummies for adult littles, naturally they were pink and sparkly, just how Sara liked it.

They loved this dynamic, as soon as they were out of work mode, they became Daddy / little, only occasionally did they show their dynamic to other people, except Teri. Their friends knew about it but had never seen them as Daddy / Little.

 

Si felt himself relax much more when Sara snuggled into him, this is how he liked it. Sara reached to get her glass of wine, but rather than reaching properly for it, she tried to move the tray with her foot, spilling the wine on the tray.

“SARA, naughty girl.” Si shouted at her, smacking her bottom. “Get that mopped up before you get wine on the carpet or sofa.”

“Owwwww Daddy, sorry, it was an accident.” Sara pouted, She hurried to the kitchen to get a cloth, cleaned up the spilt wine then went to snuggle Si again.

“Be careful please, if you spill any I will spank you.” Daddy told her, before they snuggled again, he kissed the top of her head.

They both enjoyed the cheese board and the program had finished, So Sara picked her wine up and drank the last bit of it. She never gets a full glass, it’s only ever filled about a quarter full. But she hadn’t noticed that wine was under the glass after she spilt it, and a big drop fell and landed on the coffee coloured sofa. Sara suddenly realised and moved Mr Rufus to cover the spillage but Si had seen it.

“What have you just done ? Sara answer me.” Si sounded cross. Slowly Sara moved Mr Rufus to reveal the drop of wine on the seat of the sofa.

“What did I tell you ? Am I going to have to buy you sippy cups ?” He shouted.

“No Daddy, no sippy cups, I’m not a baby. It was an accident.”  Sara cried out.

“Get in the corner whilst I clean it up. It better come off.” He exclaimed, going to get some stain removal cleaner and another cloth, Sara sniffled in the corner, cuddling Mr Rufus.

Si managed to get the stain off, mopped up the remaining water leaving the rest to dry, he went to put everything away. Coming back into the room he picked out a Jokari paddle he keeps in a cupboard then went to sit back on the sofa.

“Sara, come here!” He ordered.

Sara walked over to him, sucking her thumb, and holding Mr Rufus.

“What did I tell you about the wine ?” He asked.

“To be careful not to spill any. Daddy I’m sorry. I didn’t do it on purpose.” Sara begged.

“No but I told you to be careful, you always do silly things then say I didn’t do it on purpose, it was an accident. You need to be aware of what you are doing and take notice. Now you will be going to bed with a spanked bottom.” He stated.

Sara began to cry, “Please Daddy, please…….” But it was too little, too late.

Si grabbed her arm and dragged her over his knee, before she had chance to speak, his big hard hand started spanking her backside. She cried and fought against him, her legs kicking, her hands punching the sofa, he spanked and spanked her hard and down her legs, when one leg reached way back to get in the way of his spanking arm. Si slapped her even harder on her thighs, then moved one of his legs over hers. Locking them tightly together. He grabbed the waist of her pyjama bottoms and yanked them down, as Sara tried to get hold of them to stop them going down. Si just grabbed her wrist, holding it behind her back so she couldn’t do anything. The bottoms were yanked below her knees, then he pulled out the paddle behind his back, and began turning Sara’s bottom crimson. Poor Sara cried, screeched, yelled, but Si continued and lectured at the same time.

“What are you going to do next time Sara ?” Si asked.

“Be careful Daddy, I’m sorry.” Sara screeched.

Ten more wicked swats pounded down on her ass, Sara was beyond sore now, this was a thrashing. The eventually it stopped.

Si stroked her tender ass, making her jump and yell out, then when he stroked her with his nails she fought to get away.

“No Daddy, No, please, Don’t do that.” Sara begged.

“Are you now telling me what to do ? Are you little girl ? I am your Daddy, I am in charge, not you.” Then with each statement, he walloped her cheeks and legs so hard Sara just collapsed over his knee, no more fighting, she accepted her punishment and prayed it would be over soon. And it was.

Pulling her up he turned her around and took Sara into his arms, letting her cry into his shoulder, he rubbed her back, kissed her forehead, saying soothing words to her, until eventually her sobs slowed down.

“I wish you weren’t so careless, this isn’t the first time is it ! You need to be aware of what you’re doing. I will buy some sippy cups tomorrow, next time we have wine, you will have it in that. Understand ?” Si said.

“Y….Y….Yes Daddy.” Sara barely able to get the words out.

“Now go to our bedroom, stand in the corner for 30 minutes then go straight to bed. You’ve now had an extra hour and a half past your bedtime because of this so tomorrow you will go to bed an hour and half early to make up for it. Now go, leave your pyjama bottoms down.” Si slapped her bottom until she stood up, tears falling down her face then went to her corner, setting the timer on the dressing table. Her bottom felt on fire, bruised, hot and terribly painful. As soon as the timer went off, she carefully climbed into bed, managing to get onto her side and soon fell into an exhausted sleep. But not before she touched around her bottom, feeling the heat, the welts, the bruises coming out. It may be very painful but she loved to feel her bum after a spanking, a tiny smile was on her face as she drifted off.

Blogging A -Z Challenge = U.

Blogging A – Z Challenge – U.

U = Urine.

“I’m sick and tired with your brattiness today, you’re acting like a child. You are not a toddler throwing a temper tantrum. Now behave.” Master shouted at me.

I stamped the floor, pouted and crossed my arms defiantly.

“Nooooooo, I really……..” I started, Master smacked my bottom.

“Young lady, I want you to go upstairs, put your white school panties, socks and pumps on, with your white leggings. You can wear your white blouse too. Take these 2 bottles of water and drink it all. Do not dare tip any out.” Master ordered, I looked confused, I didn’t understand why he wanted me to wear those clothes or drink the water but he looked at me so sternly, I scurried upstairs quickly. Getting changed I drank one bottle, still had no clue what was going to happen, but I stomped downstairs again, drinking the other bottle of water as I went.

“Finally you do as you’re told first time. Come with me.” He walked towards the back door, picked a garden chair up and placed it in front of the big patio doors.

“Sit down there.” Master pointed to the chair, so I sat down, looking up at him with confused sad eyes.

“Now I’m going inside and I’m going to watch you through the window because I want to watch you piss yourself.” He explained.

Suddenly I went to get up, protests on the tip of my tongue but Master held my shoulders so I couldn’t get up.

“Stay there, little girl. You will do as you’re told, you will stay there until you’ve pissed yourself then you can stay in your clothes, all wet, smelly and stained like the spoilt little toddler you’ve been acting like.” His voice was so loud and stern, I never spoke.

Sitting down, I sulked,  glaring at him as he went inside, then soon came into the living room, he opened the patio doors, saying he wanted to hear the piss drip onto the patio.

I’m not sure how long I stayed there before I got the sense that my bladder was full. Master was just working on his laptop, not paying me any attention. But I’m sure he may have been aware that I was starting to wiggle about, clenching my legs together tightly, they started to shake, as I held the side of the chair, squeezing everything as tight as possible to prevent my bladder from releasing it’s load of urine. Master has used wetting myself as punishment before, or using me as his toilet, him pissing over me, over my face or mouth. But this was something new.

Master walked into the kitchen where he could still see me, turning the tap on full, he smirked at me. Then getting more water out of the fridge, he passed me another 2 bottles. Then went to turn the tap off.

Suddenly, I felt a tiny release from my bladder, my lip quivered and my eyes filled with tears, I knew I couldn’t hold it any longer.

“Drink the water Daylia.” Master ordered, as I bounced up and down, I opened a bottle and drank a quarter of it.

Then the flow suddenly started, hot urine began to spread into my white clothes, filling my leggings before it dripped through the material, onto the floor. Master started to watch me intently.

“Stand up.” He ordered, as the flow hadn’t stopped, standing up, it flowed down my legs, filling my pumps before he told me to sit down again. The hot urine soon became cold, as the wet clothes clung to me, I began to smell it and noticed my clothes stained a little yellow, I just wanted to get out of them.

“Drink the rest of those bottles then you may come in.” I was told, Master had gone back to working on his laptop.

I quickly drunk the remaining first bottle, I wanted to complain that I couldn’t drink more, but I daren’t. So after a minute I started to drink the second one. By the time I drank it, my clothes were drying out, all stained yellow with a horrible wee smell.

“Come here Daylia.” Master called to me from his seat, certain I was going to be allowed to get a shower and change. I walked in, standing on a puppy pad and faced him.

He had placed a puppy pad on the floor in front of him, and told me to sit on it.

“Daylia you’ve been a very very naughty little girl, you’ve thrown 3 temper tantrums this morning, even after a spanking, and now you’ve wet your panties. You will stay in those dirty, smelly clothes like a little toddler may do, before a grownup realises she’s had an accident. Then they are cleaned up and put fresh clothes on, because a toddler is learning how to toilet train, learning how to behave. You’ve had this training already, you know right from wrong and how to behave yet today you didn’t care. So you can stay in those clothes and every time you need to empty your bladder, you will ask me if you may release it, and go outside, on your chair and piss there. You may only sit on your puppy pad, on the floor. You may only do some colouring or read, your back will face the television Understand ?” He asked.

Looking at the floor, I said “Yes Master.”

For the next 4 hours, Master kept handing me water to drink, I asked 8 times to release my bladder, I’d never drunk so much, each time my clothes became more stained and stank. I was allowed to take my pumps and socks off before coming inside, so I didn’t squelch wee out of them into the carpet, but each time I went outside I had to put them back on. Standing up halfway through the flow then sitting down again. I felt so dirty, humiliated and extremely degraded. This was no fun.

Finally at 5pm, I was told to get the hosepipe and wash the patio down, Master handed me some antibacterial liquid to pour over the patio and chair and the outside brush, to give everywhere a good scrub clean. After that, Master came out to check if I was done. I was just winding the hosepipe up. Handing me a carrier bag he told me to strip, and put the clothes in the bag.

“Here, Master ? Outside ?” I asked, even more mortified.

“Did I say come in and strip ?” His voice stern again. Shaking my head, I started to take all my clothes off, they were soaked, stained and stunk. The bag was so heavy with all my sodden clothes in it, I was going to put the bag in the bin.

“What are you doing ? They can go in the washing machine, use the antibacterial hot but gentle cycle. Check in the booklet what number it is, use plenty of powder and also use the antibacterial laundry powder. When you have done that come upstairs.”

He left me there, naked, holding my bag of pissie clothes. I was careful to dry my feet on the puppy pads, and decided on my own, to throw the pads in the bin before putting the clothes in the washing machine. Locating the number for the wash cycle, I put everything in and turned it on. Heading upstairs I heard the bath running, by the time I was there the bath was half full with lots of bubbles. Going for yet another wee, I climbed in the warm bath and enjoyed feeling clean again, washing the dirty smell off my body.

I’m not sure how long I was in before Master called to me that it was time to get out.

“Can I please stay in longer ?” I called out. Master came in, pulling the plug out, grabbing a towel and stood holding it out. He had a furious expression on his face when I realised maybe I shouldn’t have said it. I was surprised when Master towel dried me, hanging the towel back up he led me to the bedroom.

There were somethings on the bed, but just looked like a pile of clothes so I paid no attention. Master sat on the bed, standing me in front of him, still warm and damp from the bath.

“Daylia you are going to have to behave yourself otherwise I will start treating you like a child more often. And as you didn’t seem to like this punishment, I will do it regularly if I have to. Yet you still questioned me. What other punishment would a little girl get ?” He asked.

I looked on the floor until he lifted my chin up.

“A spanking Master.” I said quietly, tears filling my eyes.

“That’s correct, I’m going to spank your naughty bottom til it’s raw, then you will go to bed early. You may read and continue your colouring but that’s it. I will bring up a light dinner for you, and lights out will be 8pm.”

Master took my arm and pulled me over his knee. He pushed me up onto the bed more, pushed one leg down off his knee and put his other leg over my leg that was over his knee. I was locked in his strong grasp and knew I would not get out of it. Starting with his hand, the sting much more severe as my bum was already warm and still damp. Soon I began crying, trying to reach back when Master grabbed my hand and kept hold of it behind my back.

He always, always included spanking the back of my legs, inner thighs, pussy and all over my big, plump bottom. Then he stopped, rubbing and squeezing instead.

“I hope we don’t have to repeat this soon Daylia, otherwise this will happen often.” He reached behind him and in the corner of my eye I spotted the bath brush.

“No Master,  please, I promise I will be good. Please not that.” I cried into his back as I tried to get away; fruitlessly. As the first swing came crashing down I screamed into the bed, over and over Master swung it hard, from bottom down to leg, lifting each cheek to get access to my sit spot. I cried and cried, kicking my legs, punching the bed. I was sure my bum must be purple by now, knowing how lethal that brush was. But Master continued, telling me he needed to be sure I had learnt my lesson. “I have Master please.”

Stopping I almost prayed a thank you until he lifted me up, placing me back over the bed, then I knew it wasn’t. I saw him reaching something else but I couldn’t see what it was.

“I am giving you 5 strokes for every tantrum you had. How many tantrums did you have Daylia ?” He asked me.

“Three M….M……Master.” I muttered.

“So how many strokes will you get ?” Master asked.

“Ermmmm twelve ?” I’d forgotten how many he said for each tantrum.

“12!!! Daylia, 12!!! That answer earns one more stroke.” He laughed out loud. “Maths was never your strong point. Now listen, 5 strokes for each tantrum, you had 3 tantrums, just so you know, that’s 3 x 5, and 1 extra stroke for that wrong answer. But if you get this wrong, you get another 2 strokes. What’s the correct answer Daylia ?” He tried to stop laughing, honestly her maths was awful, he thought. He heard me giggle as the sum connected in my brain.

“16 Master.” I said, honestly I prayed it was right, I thought it was, but when he asks me to do sums during a spanking, my head just gets muggled.

“Well done Daylia. I think I’m going to have you do Maths exercises every day.  Okay, 16 strokes, now I want you to count them. What will happen if you give the wrong number ?” He asked me, his voice humorous but also intense again.

“I get 2 extra strokes, Master.” I told him, confident but also fearful to what exactly would give me the strokes.

“DO NOT MOVE Daylia.” He ordered.

He picked up the long shoe horn, his new toy from Ikea. A friend recommended this new implement, his little girl hated it. Raising his arm, he whipped the horn across my cheeks, causing me to shriek. I’m not sure how I counted to 16, I remembered I was quick because I wanted it over, this was even worse than the bath brush, might even be as bad as the high impact cane. It was evil, and as usual the strokes were on cheek, sit spot and legs.

But finally the last one came down harder across my sit spot, I grabbed my bottom and cried so hard.

Master sat down on the bed, pulled me up so I was sat on his knee, my bottom hanging between his legs. He hugged me tightly, stroking my back and hair, kissing my forehead lightly.

“All over baby. All done.” Master spoke softly, though he knew there was one more thing he had planned and expected a mini tantrum over it, he was looking forward to see the reaction.

“I’m sorry Master, I promise never to have tantrums again.” It was a promise we both knew I would never keep, secretly Master did enjoy them, and who could blame him. A whole afternoon humiliating and degrading me then spanking me.

“Bend over whilst I rub some cream in.” Master said, as he checked out the beautiful welts and bruises, taking a few photos for me as he knows I like to have them.

“All done, now stand up and turn around.” Master told me, I did as I was told, standing right in front of him.

He picked up this thing, what was that ? Was that a nappy ? My face must have shown my shock, Master had a stern yet devilish grin on his face.

“You’ve got to be kidding, I’m not putting a nappy on.” I said as calmly as I could, trying to back away.

But Master caught on with my plan, turning me around so my back was against him. He already knew which way round it went, lifting one leg, he put it through the hole, lifting the other, he pushed that through. As soon as he let go of my legs I tried kicking it off, which resulted in a few very hard smacks to the front of my legs.

“Naughty little girls who piss themselves need a nappy to sleep in, so you don’t do it again. Now I hope you’re not going to throw a tantrum after you just promised you wouldn’t, that would be a very bad idea.” As Master spoke, he pulled the nappy up, not overly gentle over my raw skin. Hearing me wince a little, Master smiled.

He turned me around and saw my sulky face, he secretly loved it. Master then produced a pink nightie, he put it over my head, hands through little cupped sleeves, as he smoothed it down. The cotton material had little teddy bears over it, but on the front, in shocking pink were the words, Master owns this naughty little girl. There was a picture of a teddy bear from the back view, there pink hair clips in her hair, her bottom was coloured crimson, the bear was bent forward as her arms reached down to pull up her nappy.

I looked down at the words, smiled a little, then turned around to the mirror to see the picture. Then I giggled, “Did you have this made especially ?” I asked.

“Only the best for my little girl, now into bed. Here’s your colouring books and pencil box and your kindle. I will bring you a sandwich, then brush your teeth, lights out at 8pm sharp. I love you baby girl, tantrums an all.”

This is a fictional story but as I wrote it, I thought it was quite exciting too and turned me on a lot. Master does enjoy pee play and I have had to pee outside as punishment, been peed over and drank his pee but it’s never been like to this extreme.

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Blogging A – Z Challenge – O

Blogging A – Z Challenge = O

O = OTK Spanking. ( Over The Knee )

Sorry this is my first time since this challenge began that I’ve not posted on the correct day. 

We had a busy day, I was having one of those brain dead days, E was collecting his new car, so as it was a very special occasion to go in my diary of E’s life, Master, me, E and I ( E’s girlfriend ) went together to collect it. I came home with E and I, so I could have a good look at it, E drove everywhere once he got his keys, must have been at least an hour and half to get home, he was so happy with it.

We were home an hour before we then left to have dinner at my in-laws, which included showing the family his car, we then got home at nearly 8pm, then not long after, I went to bed.So apologies for my late post.

I absolutely LOVE OTK spanking, this is so intimate, erotic, sensational and intense. Whether it’s a fun one or punishment, I love over the knee.

One of my most intense OTK spankings was upstairs on our bed. I’d just had a shower and Master was going away with work and leaving soon. I’d hoped for a bit of fun but he had been busy, so I thought there was no chance for one now.

After my shower I headed into our room when Master walked in.

“I think a little motivation to be a good girl is needed whilst I’m away,” He told me whilst opening our toy drawer to pull out some toys. “Dressing gown off.”
I gave a little smile, as I untied my robe, took the towel of my head, brushing my hair quickly before Master sat on the edge of the bed.  He had a few of the more painful toys out. The Jokari paddle, rubber studded paddle, wooden spoon and leather strap.

Master gave me a smirk as he pulled my arm so I fell over him, my top half landed on the bed, my legs fell over his as one arm quickly hugged my waist close to him. “Let’s get some colourful bruises on your ass, we both know it’s the only way you stay good.” Master said, stroking and squeezing my ass. He picked up the spoon first, quick hard wallops rained down, making me jump and squirm, but Master had a tight hold on me. I tried to keep my feet down but it was hard.

The swats feeling harder and much more painful, as I fisted the bed sheets and ouched into the bed. He never stopped until my rear end and back of legs had turned a nice pink colour.

Then he changed to the stingy, powerful Jokari paddle. That first swat had me wiggling, kicking my legs, trying to reach behind me. Master chuckled, holding me tighter, moving one leg over mine as he continued a fast pace again, though I was in incredible pain, I giggled as I ouched, I just couldn’t get out of his grasp.

The Jokari is a small evil devil, the sting, the bite is so sharp, it does take your breath away.

Master stopped for a minute, giving us both a chance to rest, he loosened his grasp around my waist and moved his leg, I pulled myself up more as Master examined my butt.

A change of toy once more, this time the rubber studded paddle, this beats your ass like a thousand little rubber pebbles hitting you. When he hits downwards it feels like your skin is being whipped off. It’s not ouchie like the Jokari, it’s deep, hitting inside, a hot burn develops under the skin, delving deep into each flank. One leg reaching back, until he caught it, the other leg hanging down, As Master is ambidextrous, he was able to swap hands, one holding my leg, the other walloping my ass. But with the position I was in, I left my pussy free too, so he enjoyed swatting that, each stub bruising my labia, stunning my clit into more delicious arousal, becoming more and more intense and making me want more. That is until, he paddled my inner thighs, now both legs flailing anyway possible, but still both of us giggling, me ouching and wriggling.

“Up and bend over the bed.” He said. I shook my head, an arm curling more around his leg, holding it tightly. I didn’t want to leave his knee. “Up now.” He repeating, slapping my ass really hard, ouching, giggling I still shook my head.

“Okay,” he told me, standing up so I slid down to the floor. I protested as I fell in a heap on the floor, ouching when my ass landed on the cold floor. I pouted looking up high as I sat there. “I did tell you, now up.” He pointed to the bed, one eyebrow raised up, a sign that meant do as you’re told or you will be sorry. Slowly I climbed up and bent over the bed, legs straight out. Master grabbed some pillows and pushed them under my hips, then pushed each leg back up to the bed, his hand pushed my back down so my ass raised higher. He picked up the strap, and stood up straight. Wrapping the strap around his hand, he held the tip with his other hand and brought it crashing across my butt, an instant burn and feelings that my skin had been scraped off, I buried my face into the bed, 4, 5, 6 times and I started jiggling up and down on the spot, but it only made the pain worse. One leg kicked upwards a little, “Are we trying to kick me ?” His voice sounded evilly sexy, “No,” I exclaimed.”Hmmm,” He said, grabbing my ankle, strapping my foot a couple of times, releasing it then repeating it on the other foot. “You know I like symmetry and even hits on each side,”

 

That was the end of my OTK fun, of course our play didn’t end there as Master continued to spank me and turn my ass a delightful crimson and purple colour. Then came the even nicer, kinkier fun fuckery, fingers, dildos and finally cock. But the sensual, closeness you feel whilst over his knee is like nothing else, your combined love, sex appeal,  pure sexual greediness is brought together as one. Nothing else can beat this feeling.