First real punishment from Daddy.

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First real punishment from Daddy.

I was a bit nervous that Saturday night about the punishment coming up. We’d had a lovely day, my first maintenance spanking from Miss Adira, nice dinner and watched a movie. But we all knew this was still due.

When the film ended, it was getting late. Too late to watch another film, Miss Adira asked Daddy if he was going to get it over with as time was going by.

He got up and went into the cupboard to get out the 2 bamboo canes I’d made months ago after cutting our bamboo down a bit in the garden. He got the loopy out of my bag and told me to go upstairs. His tone had changed, no longer the kind gentle Daddy, more a very annoyed Daddy, that got me upset.

I had to set the video again, this time hoping it would record as my other spanking that day hadn’t. And I was gutted because I really wanted my first spanking from Miss Adira to be recorded. Master is looking up different video cameras or a gopro camera for me to use instead of my phone as it’s not recording or taking photos more often now.

Daddy told me to lie on the bed, not over the footboard, I quickly did I was told. Then the lecture began, along with the loopy, no warm up, no soft taps. And I’ve said before how much a light tap hurts, Daddy and Miss Adira will agree how nasty it is. I did try to stay in position but I was soon rolling side to side. The hits were relentless as my hands began coming round or fisting the bedsheets. I hated hearing Daddy so upset with me, I never intentionally go out of my way to disrespect him. And it usually happens when he says no, or I don’t wanna do something, the brat opens her mouth and stuff she knows should not be said, is said. But I also knew I deserved every swat.

I’ve no idea how many swats I got with that loopy, sometimes wondered about buying one of those finger counter things, then I could watch the video and count them. I may just look into one. A good friend of mine used one to count how many times I was caned on one video, few years ago. It was 200. But you’re never aware at the time, you’re only focus is the pain.

Daddy stopped for a minute, asking me if I wanted a pillow, I think he knew I needed something to hug onto, maybe hoping it will stop me rolling. It didn’t though, but he would grab my ass or hips, roll me back and continue. The tears were flowing into the pillow, my cries louder so I bit into the pillow to stay quiet. Or as quiet as I could.

I heard Daddy drop the loopy and pick the canes up. One was thicker, one was more whippy and thin. There wasn’t really a pause when the caning began, oh I need to try to control my rolling. It’s so much easier to be honest to be tied down, or be over his knee so he can hold me down. But I guess punishments are not made to be easy. The caning hurt so badly over the loopy, the swish of the cane, the mega sting then burn.

Luckily or not for me, the tip of the cane flew off, and watching the video back I could see Daddy checking my bottom as I knew I was bleeding a bit. For whatever reason, Daddy didn’t pick the second cane up. To be honest I hadn’t even realised he didn’t use the second one.

Instead I heard him rummage around in their toy drawer. The first whip of the Alcatraz strap shocked me, now I love the feel of leather on skin, strap, belt, I love them. Not however on top of the loopy and cane. And by the name of this strap its fiercely powerful, it’s long so the tail will catch your sides, the holes blister, burst and burn your skin. This was the first time either of us had used this since we bought it for Master at Christmas. Can I honestly say I wouldn’t want it again, no, course I would, unless it’s used harder and for longer then I’m sure I will want to be hiding it away.

Thankfully Daddy didn’t use this strap for long, before dropping it on the bed and coming over to me, at the side of the bed. Bending down he lifted my head up and saw my tear stained face, he kissed me gently, at first I felt too upset to want his affection, but this only lasted a second or two. Then I held his arms, our heads together, Daddy whispering soft words in my ear. I didn’t crawl into his arms, I was too sore to move so Daddy lay on the bed, hugging me tightly until my tears finally stopped. I knew Daddy hated to see me cry but I deserved every swat. Being a brat is one thing, but being disrespectful is one thing I don’t intend to be again.

During the time I wrote this blog, my curiosity got the better of me and I counted the strokes,

48 with loopy

10 with cane

7 with Alcatraz strap

New story for Miss Adira.

Friday 15th March.

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

Chapter 1.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Saturday 16 March.

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

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

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

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

Sunday 17 March.

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

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

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

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

Monday 18 March.

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

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

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

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

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

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.

Swearing last week.


Last night I was going to the theatre with my Mother-in-law and her group of friends. I go with them all the time, it feels like I’ve been adopted as their daughter, by all of them. But it’s really nice and they are all lovely ladies.

They know about my disability but they’ve never seen me at my worst with my chronic pain.

The theatre we go to put on brilliant, hilarious shows, though last nights wasn’t, but the seats are more like church pews, very hard wooden seats with a tiny cushion and a very hard back. I’m often sore when we go, but as Master had said once, “You enjoy the shows, the company, the food. So if you need a few days rest to recover then so be it. You have to still live your life.”

But after having the last 2 months on sick leave, unable to go out at all, due to a shockingly bad flare up, I hoped it was finally over. Last week was the first time I’d been shopping, or just gone out, so I thought going to the theatre would be fine.

But by the time I got to the theatre I felt my back begin to pound and throb. Luckily my Mother-in-law had some diazepam in her bag so I took one, hoping this would ease the pain. It worked for half an hour, then the sharp spasm pains began. It was really hard sitting in the one awkward position before we could finally get up and leave the theatre.

Walking was extremely painful and I knew I was getting slower. One of the ladies took my handbag and walked with me, finally reaching the car was such a relief for me.

BUT, I couldn’t get in the car, my Mother-in-law has a high up car, with no side step, as I tried to get one leg up, I couldn’t then bend to get in. The lady with my bag suggested I kneel up first, so I tried that. It took me a few goes before I swore, “ Fudging hell.” as I fell, face forwards onto the car seat. Finally I was kneeling on the door frame, I turned my body into the footwell, facing the seat. From there I was able to pull myself up, turn and collapse into the seat. I felt so humiliated and ashamed of myself just not being able to climb into the car, my back was pounding as I got my seat belt on, the lady put my bag on the floor then carefully closed the door.

As we drove home I starting thinking about Daddy and about me swearing. I was so mad with myself as I’d been really good at not using bad language, I hadn’t said the f bomb in weeks. I may have said it in my head, but even that was rare.

I knew I had to tell Daddy, but I was scared of his response, and honestly, I was scared of having a mouth soaping. But mostly I felt like I had let him down, I’d let myself down and I was very disappointed in myself.

I decided when I got home that I was going to do my ‘arrived home safe’ message as a video. I needed to own up there and then. So holding the phone up, I firstly told him about the play, then chatted about the meal and the ladies before I told him. Explaining how I couldn’t get in the car and about me swearing. Suddenly all my emotions flooded out, as I began to cry, telling him over and over that I’d let him down, I’d ruined 2 really good weeks with this, that I was so so sorry. I stuttered, heaving deep breaths. Daddy was going to be so cross I thought as I continued the message, before saying night night and hanging up.

I went to bed with a heavy heart,  guilt is a terrible thing to drag you down. As I got into bed, the dogs finally settled, I hugged Minxsie bear, before finally going to sleep and I slept really well for once.

When I got up and woke up properly, I looked at my messages, I was nervous when I saw Daddy had left me a message, so I clicked play. I heard his reply, he understood why the f bomb slipped out, and as my Daddy he had to decide why the situation happened and if it warranted a punishment. On this occasion, knowing how bad the last 2 months had been, he was not going to punish me for it. If I had sworn in a road rage or just during a chat, that would be a different matter. He was not going to alter my behaviour chart, or even put in a comment about it. But young lady this does not mean I’m being a soft Daddy, left me tell you now, this is not a free pass for you to swear whenever you feel like it, you will feel the wrath of Daddy if you start swearing again. But for now, you have not let me down, you’ve not let yourself down or anything else.

I breathed deeply whilst I listened to him, relieved yet still upset with myself but grateful Daddy wasn’t cross with me. I guess sometimes on the very rare occasion, Daddy could forgive me for swearing but only on a very rare occasion. I just need to forgive myself now too.

I was surprised how upset I was, making me realise how much I wanted to please not just Master but Daddy too and how much better it feels being a good girl than a bratty girl always in trouble. Though I know the bratty side will come out at times but if it’s only every now and then I don’t think that’s too bad.

Cursing.

Swearing.

Last night I was going to the theatre with my Mother-in-law and her group of friends. I go with them all the time, it feels like I’ve been adopted as their daughter, by all of them. But it’s really nice and they are all lovely ladies.

They know about my disability but they’ve never seen me at my worst with my chronic pain.

The theatre we go to put on brilliant, hilarious shows, though last nights wasn’t, but the seats are more like church pews, very hard wooden seats with a tiny cushion and a very hard back. I’m often sore when we go, but as Master had said once, “You enjoy the shows, the company, the food. So if you need a few days rest to recover then so be it. You have to still live your life.”

But after having the last 2 months on sick leave, unable to go out at all, due to a shockingly bad flare up, I hoped it was finally over. Last week was the first time I’d been shopping, or just gone out, so I thought going to the theatre would be fine.

But by the time I got to the theatre I felt my back begin to pound and throb. Luckily my Mother-in-law had some diazepam in her bag so I took one, hoping this would ease the pain. It worked for half an hour, then the sharp spasm pains began. It was really hard sitting in the one awkward position before we could finally get up and leave the theatre.

Walking was extremely painful and I knew I was getting slower. One of the ladies took my handbag and walked with me, finally reaching the car was such a relief for me.

BUT, I couldn’t get in the car, my Mother-in-law has a high up car, with no side step, as I tried to get one leg up, I couldn’t then bend to get in. The lady with my bag suggested I kneel up first, so I tried that. It took me a few goes before I swore, “ Fudging hell.” as I fell, face forwards onto the car seat. Finally I was kneeling on the door frame, I turned my body into the footwell, facing the seat. From there I was able to pull myself up, turn and collapse into the seat. I felt so humiliated and ashamed of myself just not being able to climb into the car, my back was pounding as I got my seat belt on, the lady put my bag on the floor then carefully closed the door.

As we drove home I starting thinking about Daddy and about me swearing. I was so mad with myself as I’d been really good at not using bad language, I hadn’t said the f bomb in weeks. I may have said it in my head, but even that was rare.

I knew I had to tell Daddy, but I was scared of his response, and honestly, I was scared of having a mouth soaping. But mostly I felt like I had let him down, I’d let myself down and I was very disappointed in myself.

I decided when I got home that I was going to do my ‘arrived home safe’ message as a video. I needed to own up there and then. So holding the phone up, I firstly told him about the play, then chatted about the meal and the ladies before I told him. Explaining how I couldn’t get in the car and about me swearing. Suddenly all my emotions flooded out, as I began to cry, telling him over and over that I’d let him down, I’d ruined 2 really good weeks with this, that was so so sorry. I stuttered, heaving deep breaths. Daddy was going to be so cross I thought as I continued the message, before saying night night and hanging up.

I went to bed with a heavy heart,  guilt is a terrible thing to drag you down. As I got into bed, the dogs finally settled, I hugged Minxsie bear, before finally going to sleep and I slept really well for once.

When I got up and woke up properly, I looked at my messages, I was nervous when I saw Daddy had left me a message, so I clicked play. I heard his reply, he understood why the f bomb slipped out, and as my Daddy he had to decide why the situation happened and if it warranted a punishment. On this occasion, knowing how bad the last 2 months had been, he was not going to punish me for it. If I had sworn in a road rage or just during a chat, that would be a different matter. He was not going to alter my behaviour chart, or even put in a comment about it. But young lady this does not mean I’m being a soft Daddy, left me tell you now, this is not a free pass for you to swear whenever you feel like it, you will feel the wrath of Daddy if you start swearing again. But for now, you have not let me down, you’ve not let yourself down or anything else.

I breathed deeply whilst I listened to him, relieved yet still upset with myself but grateful Daddy wasn’t cross with me. I guess sometimes on the very rare occasion, Daddy could forgive me for swearing but only on a very rare occasion. I just need to forgive myself now too.

I was surprised how upset I was, making me realise how much I wanted to please not just Daddy but Master too and how much better it feels being a good girl than a bratty girl always in trouble. Though I know the bratty side will come out at times but if it’s only every now and then I don’t think that’s too bad.

Waking up in the morning, all sore in different places.

Waking up in the morning all sore in different places.

Sunday morning I woke up, hearing Daddy already up, letting the pets go in the garden, cleaning the kitchen. When he came back into the living room, he climbed back into bed and snuggled up closely to me. Slowly his hand slid down my body, fingers spreading my legs as they also found my happy spot.

A spot so sore, I winced as he touched me, rolling my clit round and round, as fingers tried to enter me. I felt so swollen, extremely painful and very dry. The dryness caused by my flippin menopause, I was ready to tell Daddy to use the lube PjggyJ brought down last night but I didn’t. I think I find it a bit embarrassing to be so dry. It’s not because I’m not turned on, absolutely not, the HRT patches are supposed to alleviate this problem, but it’s not working.

Anyway feeling my dryness, Daddy licked his fingers then entered again. It was hard to push the pain to the back of my head, to not say stop but it also reminded me of the fun we had the night before, a grin on my face as I remembered.

I’ve been on sick leave since the beginning of December, so we’ve not really played. Its banned when I’m on sick leave because I can’t help moving, grinding, thrashing about. Even this weekend Master said we were allowed to play but we must be gentle.

And Daddy did make sure I didn’t go mad, but he also wanted to rock my world. He wanted to pleasure me until I could take no more.

He certainly made that happen, I grinned as I looked back, how many times had I cum, at least 5 or 6. I know I squirted, well I gushed like a dam bursting, 4 or 5 times that night, and boy did I need it. Even after my first one, my body kinda felt refreshed,  I felt alive again. But Daddy hadn’t finished with me yet.

As his fingers delved into the depths of my happy spot, his thumb tickled and teased my clit, it wasn’t long before I felt my juices begin to slip around Daddy’s fingers, making it feel amazing once more. Sitting up, Daddy was able to reach deeper, I gasped, grinding myself to meet his fingers. An orgasm building up inside me, I cried out, unable to keep it quiet.

“Do you want to cum babygirl ?” Daddy asked. I cried out a Yes please. “Are you ready to squirt baby ?” he asked  Yeesssss I muttered/cried/screamed out. Daddy laughed, “Cum for me, little girl, make Daddy proud. Squirt for me baby.” I needed no encouraging, as I almost violently let myself go, my cum gushed out like a tsunami, flooding the bed, I felt it up my back but I hadn’t finished as Daddy paused for a moment, so I could get my breath back, but only seconds later he started again and I was quickly thrown into our passion once more. This time there was no squirting, it was a calmer orgasm, one to end a desperate play, I’d been frantic for. Daddy had certainly rocked my world.

I dreamed a spanking, just like I longed for. I hope comes true soon, just like I longed.

It had been a while since I got spanked, my back has been so painful for weeks, everytime I thought it was getting better, it was only getting worse or stayed the same.

Seeing Daddy had been very difficult as we both felt the desire to spank and play but it had been banned by Master until I was better.

Two weeks later, Daddy had his day off, he sent me an order.

‘Have the camera on its stand facing the bed, put Netflix on the TV and we shall continue watching Sons of Anarchy. Get the episode ready, series 1, episode 3 in case you had forgotten. When I arrive I want you naked, sat up on your knees, feet crossed, facing the wall, hands on your head. You will remain there until I tell you. Understand Little Minxs ?’ It said. ‘Yes Daddy’ I replied, a little shocked at how strict he sounded. Maybe we are gonna snuggle on the bed watching TV, well I guess that would be nice but I’d much rather have some fun.

As soon as I spotted his car arrive, I got into position. As usual I heard the commotion coming from the dogs, both wanting all Daddy’s attention, as he locked the front door. He never spoke to to me, I could feel myself begin to sulk as he went and got a coffee then sat on the settee as the dogs craved his love.

Once he drunk his coffee, he went upstairs. I heard him rummage about upstairs. I had no idea what he was doing. I hadn’t asked permission to play from Master and as far as I knew neither had Daddy. So he can’t be preparing to play, can he ?

After at least 40 minutes of being on my knees, they were really hurting, I heard him call down, “Make a brew and bring them up please.” I carefully stood up, getting my balance before making the coffee and carried them carefully upstairs. He lay on the bed, naked, as he patted the bed next to him. There were no signs of anything out of the drawers, but I was giddy with finally getting his attention. So I scrambled next to him, getting into my favourite position for snuggling, until the coffee was cool enough to drink. Both dogs were settled at the end of the bed now fast asleep

“Pass me the cushions off the floor please, then check the video, I want it close up to us. Once it’s in the correct position put the video on record then climb next to me.” He told me as I passed him the cushions which he put by his opposite side. After sorting the camera I climbed next to him, ready to snuggle instead he said “No, lie over my lap, use the cushions to make yourself comfy.” I felt a twinge in my pussy, were we gonna be playing, I wondered. But what about Master ? He could be watching. I thought, worried but desperate for his touch.

We continued to watch Sons of Anarchy for a few minutes, “Are you comfy Little Minxs, how’s your back ? Tell me the truth.” “It’s fine so far Daddy.” I said. “Good girl, as soon as it begins to hurt you tell me, promise me.” “I promise Daddy.” Quickly rolling my eyes, but he couldn’t see me so it didn’t matter. But I knew he was only looking out for me, so I felt a little guilty doing it.

We lay like this for some time, Daddy gently stroked my hair,  tickled my back or my legs before I felt his hand on my bottom, stroking, squeezing, teasing my hole. I giggled, “Daddy I haven’t asked permission. We can’t play.” “Let me worry about that,” he told me. This wasn’t like him, he hated punishments, I mean really hated them, not like me or PiggyJ, so why would he do something he knew would get us both punished. But me being me just started to relax into it.

We chatted about the TV show, I love Sons of Anarchy, I was comfy, enjoying Daddy’s touch, plus watching Sons.

Suddenly Daddy lifted his hand and walloped me so hard, I jumped, “OW,” I tried to move but he had his hand firmly on my back. “Did that hurt…….” “Of course it hurt Daddy.” Another wallop. “OW !” “Did that hurt your back ? I was going to ask, had you not interrupted me.” “Oh, erm no I don’t think so, it was all a bit of a shock, all I was thinking about was me bum.”

Daddy chuckled, “Relax, babygirl. Carry on watching Sons.” Daddy waited until he felt me relax fully. “Now I am gonna spank you, the minute you tense up your back I will stop. The minute you tell me your back, not arse, is hurting, I stop. Understand ?” “Yes Daddy,” I said quietly.

Daddy then alternated between stroking, tickling to spanking me. His slaps were not gentle, this had been what I wanted for weeks now. I dreamt of a hand spanking for so long. He kept his other hand on my lower back so he could feel me tense up. Smiling, Daddy was enjoying himself feeling my skin become hotter and hotter, its colour once white, now a brilliant crimson. But he had no intention of stopping yet.

I was thoroughly enjoying myself, sinking into the cushions, I closed my eyes unable to concentrate on the program, so I listened to it instead, every now and then he stopped, “I feel okay Daddy, promise,” I said. “Good girl,” Daddy whispered.

Something cold, lube I presumed dribbled down my crack, a finger slipped it deeper towards my hole. Slowly he pushed his finger inside, just a little, waiting to feel if I tense up, then pushed further. I pushed back when suddenly he pulled out. “If you are going to do that, we are not playing, you do not move, no thrusts, no pushing back nothing, or game over.” He waited until I sulkily said “Yes Daddy.” Then he started again, this time pushing 2 fingers inside, roughly this time, his fingers flicked about inside me. It was Sooo hard not to grind into his fingers but I stayed put, in fact I was quite proud of staying still.

Soon his fingers slipped out and the spanking continued. Sit spot and legs were his choice of area this time. I couldn’t stop myself gasping, crying out, even though I was enjoying it, my bottom was beginning to feel really really sore. But we watched 3 episodes of Sons whilst Daddy played with my bottom.

I heard him pull out a drawer then get comfy again as it was a bit of a reach for him. “Now babygirl, you have a punishment waiting for you. 100 with the cane I believe it was.” “But Daddy I……..” “No buts, stay where you are, DO NOT TENSE UP.”

I didn’t know Daddy had got a smaller bamboo cane out of the drawer. About a month ago I was cutting some of our bamboo down, saving some branches as I thought they would make good canes. Last week he tried one of them, they had dried out and it was incredibly painful as he caned my hands then ass only a few times. When I was on the phone he then chose to continue caning my ass, I inwardly screeched out as I talked to my doctor. He thought it was hilarious.

He’s decided the cane is one of his favourite toys.

I felt the tap of the hard cane on my sore sit spot, one hand rested on my lower back as he started continuous taps of the cane. I quite like it continuous, the pain gradually grows stronger as it licks the same spot over and over. “That’s 25.” he told me. Moving the cane to the middle of my ass, he repeated the process a lot harder. I wriggled slightly with this one, my ouches were loud, some more screams. When he moved to my legs I began to protest, only to be awarded with hard whips until I only cried out but didn’t complain. My legs began kicking out, I felt welts swell, the skin burned, I knew there were thick red stripes across them. But as I kicked out, the cane hit back harder, but it hurt so much, I couldn’t stop myself fighting it. Crying and begging for Daddy to stop, suddenly he did.

“Raise your feet little girl, together and flat. Now.” He told me I did as I was told for once, I knew what he was going to do. “Relax please, I do not want you to strain your back.”

Was he joking ? I mean, I had a lovely hand spanking followed by a horrible 25 with the cane on my sit spot, then buttocks, then legs and he thinks I’m going to be relaxed when I know he’s gonna cane my feet.

But I did it, waiting for that first strike, he tapped my back, knowing I was tense, breathing deeply I tried to relax and slowly I did. “Good girl.” then whack, one strike and I jumped up.

Sweating, crying, I woke up and realised it was all a dream. Yet my body ached as if I had just had a wonderful, painful spanking. Yes I was asleep next to Daddy, but I’d had no spanking, it was still banned, this was all a dream.

Just having a moan.

Sorry I’m just having a rant. Suffering with chronic pain sucks.

I’ve never hidden away from my disability since i joined Tube or Fetlife or from my own blog, I have always appreciated the kind messages left from fellow spankos.

Now I’m concerned the issue with my back has moved up my spine.

I’ve had degenerative discs in my lower back for the past 18 years. Surgeons will not do anything with it as there’s more chance it will become worse than better. So I’ve just had to deal with it.

But over the past 4 months or more, I’ve had very sharp, stabbing pain higher up my spine. Master says the muscles are very knotted and tight, but the pain, oh boy, it’s like the start of my back problems all over again. I’ve cried with the pain, very wobbly on my feet, cannot stand straight and I’m needing to hold on every time I am stood up. We think it covers 3 or 4 discs in the middle if my spine that feel different.

My emotions have been awful, you know the type of thing, telling Daddy and PiggyJ that they don’t deserve to be stuck with someone like me, they deserve a healthy couple, a load of rubbish I know, they knew about my disability and about Masters migraines from the beginning and happily signed up to be with us, through the good times and bad times, through the fun and the sad times. I got thoroughly told off by both of them for saying it, but I know they wouldn’t leave us. I know I didn’t mean it.

My mind goes into a jumble of pain, anger, then concern that Daddy and PiggyJ don’t deserve this in a relationship, that this isn’t what they wanted. I’m concerned that these issues are more serious, have I now got more degenerative discs ?

I can’t have MRI scans anymore due to the internal tens machine I have above my left buttock, so I’m not sure the drs could see any damage with a CT scan, it took many MRI scans before they found out what was wrong initially.

I’ve hardly been out since mid-December, cancelling dates with girlfriends. Daddy and Master have not let me go out shopping, Daddy has even done shopping for me on his day off and we’ve not been able to play for a few weeks. I have to beg to go out yet the answer is usually no.

Now it’s really getting me down, I can’t just spend my life lying down, I’ve a family to look after, pets that need me, my Dad needs me to help with Mum’s dementia and alzheimer’s yet I’m not able to do any of those things.

I’ve now made an appointment to see my GP, my mother-in-law is coming with me. We now have Bupa with Master’s job, but I’m not sure what this means for me, but I think it’s time I went for a check up.

I am truly hacked off with it now, it’s wearing me down, so exhausting, every movement is an effort. I don’t want to spend my life back on diazepam or something stronger like opiates. On top of this,  I’m trying to lose weight, yet with doing no exercise, it’s almost impossible as I can’t even walk the dogs at the moment.

I need to get out of this low dip in my life, I hate feeling so down. I think a nice spanking may help but Master or Daddy won’t give me one yet. So I’m stuck in this box of pain that won’t shrink away and I can honestly say I’m extremely pissed off with it.

Master and E are doing everything they can to help me, it’s easier now E is driving as he can go shopping to. But they must get tired of seeing ne fed up, having to help me get up, get dressed, even get showered. E must get upset seeing me struggle, I know they’ve lived with this for 18 years too, they’ve had to change their lives, and it is very tiring on Master. He has a long day at work, a very stressful job, when he comes home it’s often not to relax, it’s to sort me out first. But we live/cope with it better, Daddy and PiggyJ joining us helps us too. Now when Master has to go away, I’ve got them to call if I’m really struggling. But being one big family is keeping me positive most of the time. Life us just shit at times, like now.

Bit of a bad week.

Not a good week.

At the start of the new year, Daddy wanted to go over the rules, seeing if he wanted any changes. There weren’t many, my lines have gone from 50 to 150 every day, and all photos of my lines, my maths, selfie and naughty selfie HAS to be sent before 10am.

Everything else was the same, but he said he would be clamping down on any bratty behaviour, even the tiniest thing.

The brat in me will have to check this out and see if Daddy means this. You know I love being a bit bratty.

On 5th Jan, I was 15 minutes late sending Daddy my tasks.

Daddy told me I had to do double lines in different rainbow colours the next day, 6th Jan.

I was really tired and knew that the lines were not really neat.

So 7th Jan I was told to repeat them again, and make sure I was not making up sentences this time. Apparently I was writing Master instead of Daddy in the sentence.

Tues 8th Jan, my back was awful, I think the mix of December being such a busy time, life in general with my back and then a very nice play on the Monday. I was in agony and could barely walk. So I was told NOT to do anything, rest only. And Daddy was deadly serious about this. But I didn’t break his rule, piles of laundry boxes were in the kitchen waiting to be washed but they would just have to stay there. I went to bed for most of the day, hot water bottles and diazepam were keeping me company.

Wed 9th, my back was no better. I tried to discuss the do nothing rule but Daddy said there was nothing to discuss. I had been blogging in the morning and forgot to send my tasks, I ended up being 14 minutes late again. I also had to admit I swore when writing a message to PiggyJ and said the poo word when I nearly tripped over and headbutted the corner of E’s wardrobe when I was sorting out food for the cat. She lives in his room, her food is kept on the windowsill and he has his arm weights on the floor at the bottom end of his bed, which is the only area you can walk to reach the windowsill.

I had to go to bed at 7pm, plus Daddy had Master put 2 spoons of rice into a container and I had to count them to see how many there were. And do double lines again in rainbow colours. Plus the following day I had to send a selfie every hour from the time I got up to the time I go to bed. He wanted some happy smiling faces and naked selfies too. (Master heard this and suggested I draw smiling faces on my body to send to him as well.) I intend to set a timer for every hour so throughout the day, I would send a picture. Having done this many times for Master, I now take all of them, plus some extras, in one go. So I will set up my selfie stick and wander around taking different shots. PiggyJ told me to set my alarm to go off every morning before your due to send the tasks, just to remind me, so I’ve done this too.

Thurs 9th was a busy day, with double lines, doing the selfies, my back was a little better so I was allowed to do some laundry, but that’s it. I was really tired and as usual became bratty tired Little Minxs. By the end of the day, I was sent to bed at 7pm, I could watch TV until 8pm, but only BBC 1 OR 2, then read a book. NO ELECTRONICS, I have no books, they are all on my kindle, so i found one in E’s room. But when it came to reading it, I couldn’t see the writing. The font on my kindle is bigger, so I tried using my flashlight to help, my magnifying glass was downstairs. I gave up and went to sleep just after 8.

Yesterday, I remembered my tasks, PiggyJ was coming for the day, we should have been going to the cinema but we all thought it wasn’t a good idea, walking to cinema from car park, climbing the stairs, the film was on for 2 hours, so may need to go for a wee during the film, so we decided if I felt okay, we would go for lunch. Master said he would see if he could come along and have a proper lunch time away from the computer but unfortunately he was mad busy as usual. But PiggyJ and I had a great time, chatted bout the boys, kids, everything. It’s so easy to just chat with her, any quiet moments were just natural. We enjoyed our lunch, but had no pudding, that was PiggyJ’s suggestion now we are all getting into healthy eating again. Back home we had a cuppa then PiggyJ had to leave to pick Daddy up from work.

I must admit I was really tired when PiggyJ left, but it came out as a bit bratty. When I pulled a face at Daddy he told me to take my phone and go outside, walk to the other end of the garden, put the phone somewhere where I could see him and then do 5 minute timeout facing the fence with my hands on my head. There was something else I did, can’t remember what, but Daddy said I was banned from drinking alcohol on Saturday when we go round to theirs. I’m not allowed to play either but not because I’ve been naughty, just because I will make my back even worse as I do grind/move around a lot during play.

I went to bed early, fell asleep not long after 8pm. Hopefully next week I will be a good girl all week. Or maybe not lol.

First play spanking for 2019 but my pain threshold has dropped considerably low.


One thing I’ve noticed since being in this lifestyle is how your pain threshold changes, I seem to only cope with what I would class as a gentle spanking now, compared to 2 years ago, when I could take a thorough fun thrashing from Master. And I know it’s gentle, I can tell just from the sounds the toys make as they slap my bottom and the force it hits me.

This really aggravates me, because I know I want a good harsh fun spanking, but the slightest slap and I’m wriggling, ouching and struggling to cope.

Today I had a lovely fun spanking from Daddy. It was his day off, so we spent it together. Daddy wanted a massage as his back was sore, so I changed the bedsheets (Mondays chore) put the waterproof sheet over the bed then a towel to lie on. Put some good old Nashville country music on, got the massage oil ready so I was all set for when Daddy arrived.

We had a coffee first, the dogs like to have their time with Daddy, I can’t even get to sit next to him as Muffin was there, Dave was sat on his knee, but it’s really a special time to see them together, especially antisocial Princess Muffin, but she loves him. (She’s got good taste just like her Mummy and Mummy PiggyJ.)

When we got upstairs, we both undressed, I left my dress out nearby as we were having some fencing delivered and it would be sod’s law that it arrives just when we are in the middle of some fun.

Anyway I gave Daddy a good long massage, found the spot that was all knotted and tense and really worked that area. He said I did a really good job and when he stood up, he said I’d done a great job as the pain had gone. He asked if I wanted one, I told him yes please, then just as we were getting ready, the doorbell  rang. I grabbed my dressing gown, tied it around me as I went downstairs, the fencing was here, the delivery guy just wanted to know where to put everything. I left him to it when I realised it was going to take a good few minutes. Meanwhile Daddy wanted to change the music, he said he couldn’t get a good swing to the music if it’s not rock. By the time I went upstairs again, the music from the TV show, Sons of Anarchy was on. We hung around for ages waiting til the delivery was done but we soon  realised it would take much longer, so I went back down, asked the man if I needed to sign anything, I did so I signed the form and asked if it was okay to leave him to it as I needed to get a shower.

(A small white lie.) But he said he was fine now so I closed and locked the door and headed back upstairs.

I lay on the bed ready for my massage when Daddy said, let’s get the toys out. I replied, hang on, thought I was getting a massage. He said, you are, just with toys instead.

I begged him not to get the jokari out so he brought a selection of different toys.

Starting with the flogger, he gently stroked the tails across my body before using it, gentle then hard, soft then severe. I coped with that, but then he changed to the Little Devil. A light swat felt like a million needles being struck across me. It hurt such a lot, I began ouching more as he went harder, but I knew it wasn’t really hard. I began getting annoyed with myself, I was acting like this was my very first spanking, yet I promise you it hurt like hell.

Daddy  tried out the rubber studded paddle, then the spanking hammer, using the tawse end too. That really whipped across me, I screeched and begged him not to use it. Fortunately he said as it was only a fun spanking he would leave it. Going back to the flogger he whipped it across my back, bottom and legs, which felt really nice.

Dropping the toys, Daddy ran his fingers gently over me, some places felt lovely, other places it tickled a lot, when he headed to my feet, I began wriggling,

I hate people touching my feet. I hate touching other people’s feet, so Daddy holding my foot and tickling it was a form of torture.

Stupidly, I told Daddy, so now he knows what to do to torture me.

Next he began hand spanking me, working hard on my sit spot. He has an incredibly hard hand, the power behind the smacks was really strong, not sure if these smacks were full force but they felt really painful but also very very nice.

We are going to their house Saturday evening, I’d quite like to be just lay over Daddy’s lap, so we could still watch the TV, whilst Daddy strokes me, squeezes my cheeks, hand spanks me, plus maybe fingering me. I’d just love to see what a good long hard  hand spanking would be like with him, no toys, well not til later. But I reckon I would be pretty bruised from his hand spanking.

From what I’ve seen and felt, if I was to get a hand spanking from PiggyJ, I think it would be even harder.

Anyway back to the spanking, Daddy rummaged through the toy drawer when he found the steel grater/paddle, he’d never seen it before. I love the feel of the grater as it grazes across very tender skin. The sting from the paddle side was shocking, Daddy liked this paddle, I think he liked my reaction of shock to it.

We both new Mr Spikey was coming out soon enough, but for a while Daddy enjoyed focusing on my sit spots, with the grater side of this paddle. Gentle but continuous paddling felt fantastic, sharp needles slapping you, right on that tender area, heading down my legs had me squirming around, inner thigh, between my butt crack, was excruciating yet still fantastic.

Next he tried out the vampire paddle, I’m not sure how many times he used the spikey side, I don’t think it was loads, but he enjoyed using the flat side. I nearly jumped off the bed when he whacked me with that. I much prefer the spikey side.

I had started bleeding quite quickly, I’m a bit worried if the continuous use of Mr Spikey has now caused permanent damage to my bum cheeks, and as soon as a spanking starts, these areas start to bleed. Frankly I don’t care, but it could mean I can’t have a long spanking as I would bleed too much. That or I would just need to have a wet washcloth permanently on the side to wipe my bum so Master or Daddy can see the damage done. But I will not stop having a Mr Spikey spanking.

Finally Mr Spikey came out, Daddy lifted my cheeks up, to get good access to my sit spots, he went softer than normal, but honestly, it was enough for me today. I could have lasted a little bit longer but Daddy was concerned with my bum so he told me that’s enough for today.

We enjoyed a great play next, much needed multi-orgasms and squirting made me feel tons better, more alive and awake.

I then gave Daddy a BJ, he made me giggle when he said he needed that.

One thing that concerned me, made me worry I was doing something wrong was that he pulled away, just before he came, and wanked himself off, so I watched as he came. Once the anticlimax jerks calmed down, I asked if he enjoyed it and he said, Oh fudge yes. Oh God yes. I giggled as he calmed down then cleaned him up. But it still worried me, I’ve only ever been with Master so maybe this happens sometimes with other men.  

I asked Master, he explained that sometimes you can get too sensitive so it’s not pleasant. He said, For him, its after I’ve cum. So I then asked PiggyJ, she said she hadn’t noticed but we decided she would ask Daddy. He then explained that since he was circumcised,  sometimes when he’s over excited, his penis becomes very very sensitive, overly sensitive, to the extreme that its uncomfortable. Then when he spanks me first, he really is way over sensitive. It has nothing to do with me, I’m doing nothing wrong, it’s just down to being uncomfortably oversensitive.

This would explain why some days I can give him a full blowjob and other times he cums over me.

But at least I understand what it is.

As for my pain threshold, Master has decided that morning spankings should begin again, 30 swats with Little Devil Paddle or the crop. This should build it up again.    

Fingers crossed this helps.