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.

I’m so excited to have the day with Daddy on Wednesday.

It’s Daddy’s first day off midweek for ages, so he’s coming to spend the day with me.

I’m so looking forward to a good play, he’s mentioned using our version of the St Andrews Cross, which Master made in our bedroom, tying me up and then trying out all the toys in our drawer. I’m a bit nervous of this, I keep reminding him that you need to go gentle until he’s got used to the toy. Things like our horrible, nasty lash can really cut you if you’re not careful. But I doubt he would use that anyway.

But I’ve got to admit, I’m longing for a good harsh spanking, I think I may need the bite gag on though so not to frighten the neighbours lol. I need every hole used and abused after thrashing my ass, back and legs.

Apparently I will be getting my punishment afterwards, I think I’m due 55, with whatever Daddy fancies.

Once Daddy has beaten me, f**ked me, used me for his satisfaction, we are going to a park on the other side of town. There’s less danger of meeting someone I know there, it’s a lovely park, ( if it’s a dry day ), and the cafe is lovely and reasonably cheap. So we will have lunch there and hopefully get to have walk around too. It’s so peaceful there, I love it.

Then, this part of the day is very scary. I’m getting my tongue pierced !

Out of all my 15 piercings I’ve had done, ( I’ve only got 10 now ) this one scares me the most. I don’t know why, but I’m pooing myself over it. I’ve ordered lovely sparkly multi coloured balls, but the process and the aftercare scare me. A our piercer said to just carry on as normal, eat your usual food and drinks, just nothing spicy, and no alcohol shots or neat alcohol. But within a few days it will feel okay.

But on Thursday night I’m out with my Mother In law and the fat club / theatre group, going to watch Calendar Girls. And my Mother In Law will hit the roof when she sees it. In fact all the ladies will tell me off, as I’m like the daughter of the group. I can’t exactly hide it because my tongue will be swollen, I won’t be able to speak properly, it will be difficult to eat, so I have to be ready for a major telling off, never mind what my parents will say. But it’s my body, well no, it belongs to Master and Daddy, I want it done, so I’m going to do it. But I’m very glad Daddy is coming with me, he said it’s part of my Christmas present. He’s going to video it for me, A doesn’t mind us videoing everything.

So that will be our day on Wednesday, I hope it all plans out for us. It will be just nice to have the day to ourselves. Just Daddy and his naughty Little Minxs.

Thursday we went to Blackpool.

Thursday morning Master was doing more jobs on his car. We had until 11am before we had to get ready to go out, so I did some writing, plus gave the dogs their early dinner as they would be alone a long time today, We were leaving at noon to go to Daddy’s, staying there for a few hours before going to Blackpool. There we were going to Coral Island Arcade as it was one of the best, plus there’s a car park just across the road, then drive to Top Chippy, which is the best chip shop in Blackpool but it’s at the other end of town, after the drive through the lights along the promenade.

Every year between September to November Blackpool celebrates the Illuminations, it follows along the promenade for 6 miles, ( 10 km ) as you drive, go on the tram or even go on horse and carriage through the various lights which are above you, and to the side of you there are 3D displays. This celebration began way back in 1879, and is something I as a child have been to many times and still enjoy going now.

So Master and I set off, getting to Daddy’s about 1pm. We had a coffee then Daddy asked if we wanted lunch. He had bought pizzas for everyone and I must admit I felt pretty hungry. Master has had a cold / manflu for 2 weeks and lovingly shared his germs with PiggyJ, so she was feeling a bit rough, my back was really sore so I was feeling very tender, walking was an issue. PiggyJ was naked as we arrived, Daddy wasn’t as he had been out but quickly stripped off when he had made the coffee. He asked why I wasn’t naked, so I told him, Master said not too if my back is too sore. But too be honest, I felt uncomfortable being dressed, it didn’t feel right, plus snuggling with Daddy when it’s not skin on skin isn’t as special. So after we had our pizzas, I stripped off.

 

Master and PiggyJ went upstairs for a rest / snuggle / bit of fun and a snooze. Daddy and I had another coffee then also had a bit of fun. I asked if Daddy would like a blowjob, we weren’t sure if his PA would be sore after the stretching the day before but he said yes. I rolled over onto my tummy, pushed myself towards him so I could reach his cock. But also made my bottom free for playing with my hole or spanking me. We haven’t done this way before, but it’s great fun, so I wanted to see if Daddy would enjoy it too. There was a little finger / hole fun, a little spanking but only gentle. I’m not good at asking Daddy to do things during sex, mainly because in my Master / slave dynamic, I cannot ask for things. I get what I was given, so I now tend to put it in my blog which I know Master, Daddy and PiggyJ all read, as a way of asking Daddy to do things, it’s the only hard thing about having the 2 dynamics, as I’ve been trained to be Master’s slave for 4 years now, certain things are hard to change. So what I really wanted was if Daddy could enjoy it too, during his BJ, was so spank me hard at the same time, if we had toys around, use them to spank me, use the crop or flogger across my shoulders or bottom and legs, put a plug in, then torment it by pushing it in and out. But only if he could enjoy this at the same time whilst I am sucking his cock. If he can’t then I don’t want him to do it. I understand that at times, it’s hard to do 2 things at the same time whilst having an orgasm. I can’t give a handjob plus use the other hand to tickle his balls, I can just about suck his cock and tickle his balls but that’s it. Maser and I have often giggled over my lack of coordination. But now it’s written down, I know Daddy will talk to PiggyJ about this and then talk to me. So we will see how it goes. I was enjoying sucking his cock, able to nibble his head and chew the sides of his girth, but after a while his PA began to tingle uncomfortably, so I stopped for a while. Rolling over again for more snuggling. I wanted to try again in a while. Soon I climbed down between his legs and gently lowered my mouth over and down his cock. I heard him groan deeply as I started sucking, licking, chewing and nibbling his head and gently playing with his PA. His groans and sighs told me he was enjoying it until the ahhs turned to ouches, so I quickly stopped. Asking if it was sore, he said yes, it’s just tingling, a bit painful. So I snuggled back into Daddy, and we kissed for a long long time. He then stood up and told me to lie on the settee, making sure I was comfy first. Then it was time for gentle fun, no squirting, fingers exploring giving me loving orgasms rather than wild, fierce ones I love the best. But Daddy always manages to find my little button, setting it on fire, rubbing it, flicking it, my nerves were burning with deep pleasure as his knuckles also rubbed along my labia. I love hearing my rings clink together, it really turns me on. I wish Daddy was allowed to just rub his cock against my rings, especially since he got his PA but there is a strict no cock to touch pussy or ass rule, even if it’s only to play with the rings. Instead Daddy sat up above me, one hand wanking himself off,  his other hand fingering me, his thumb rubbing my little button, as we both came together. I giggled as there seemed to be a lot of cum today as Daddy grabbed some tissues to clean me up, then he helped me get up. Having another kiss again, we snuggled on the settee, choosing a film to watch, Daddy made another coffee and we sat watching that.

 

When it was finished, we realized it was after 5pm, so Daddy gave Master and PiggyJ a shout, he got dressed whilst I slowly grabbed mine, but he sat on the floor and said Let me dress you. I was about to say No, but he said I dress PiggyJ all the time, so I can dress my other wife. I let Daddy dress me, it felt really nice, Master does dress me when I really can’t, so does E, but my stubborness doesn’t let it happen often. But I did say I would put my boots on, as I’ve learnt the knack of how to put them on easily. Soon Master and PiggyJ came down and Master was getting things in the boot, ready for us to go. As PiggyJ got herself ready she said, “Have you had your tablets ?” “Yes,” I replied. “And what you gonna do if we are walking too fast ?” she asked, “Ask you to slow down.” I said. “Good,” She said. This was so so special, it showed that she had really read my blogs, understood what I was saying but she / they would make sure she / they  were going to look after me. And not in the way where I feel I may have my life taken away from me, just that it showed me they were aware of my disabilities and also aware that I am pigheaded and will push myself too far if I’m enjoying myself. They are reading my face, and are starting to gage how much pain I’m in, this hasn’t taken them long to be honest, so I must show more in my face than I realised.

So we were off to Blackpool, for some fun in the arcades. It took about an hour to get there, found a parking space right across the road from the arcade, so off we went. First to get some cash out for Master and I. I took out £40, £20 each for the arcade. We split up then, Master and PiggyJ went one way, me and Daddy the other. I had emptied out my slummie box, all the loose change you don’t want in your purse, then Daddy had them all changed into 2 pences, put into 2 tubs for us both to carry around, Daddy and I looked for the silly 2p games where you roll the 2p down and hope it falls flat on the shelf then as the shelf moves, it knocks off more 2p’s. So you get more money back plus you won tickets. I seemed to find one game that just kept giving me loads and loads of tickets. I shoved them all in my bag as we moved to other games. I was hurting a bit, but I never said anything as we were all having fun and there was nothing that could be done anyway. We went on a silly ghost train, some things in there did make me jump. Having a giggle when I tried to get out of the carriage, as a nice young man came to help us out. I got my leg stuck, well  I couldn’t get my leg over, until this young man came over, I stumbled a little then giggling I told him, “I couldn’t get my leg over, erm I mean I couldn’t lift my leg out of the carriage.” We all chuckled over my comment, we got a sketch drawn of us both that came out really nicely. I need to copy it for Daddy so he has one. I tried to go on the grab a bear games, I used to be really good at them. This took me back 30 years when we used to go to Blackpool with all our friends, the lads would win as many teddies as they could and give them all to the girls. Some I still have as dog toys. Some my parents still have. But the teddies back then filled the container, all loose and easy to grab, whereas these were not. They were right at the bottom of the box, and I may be too suspicious, but I wouldn’t be surprised if they were stuck down. So I never tried again. Instead we worked on winning tickets, with no idea what you could win with them, but I hoped I could get a teddy. When we found Master and PiggyJ, they were playing 2p similar games but instead of winning tickets, you could get keyrings, if they fell with the money. Master always played these, and had a pocket full, so he emptied his pockets, putting them all in my bag, “Sir’s a right gambler when he plays these games isn’t he,” PiggyJ said, I nodded, telling her he always loved these games. Eventually, we spent up, and didn’t want the temptation of getting more cash out. Daddy and I took our tickets to be counted, 750 ! We couldn’t believe it, I think we got a lot from a farming game we began playing. I spotted a Coral Island Pirate teddy fo 650 tickets then used the rest on sweeties for Daddy, PiggyJ and Master. We checked the time and it was 9.30pm, we couldn’t believe it was that late so Master and PiggyJ then counted their tickets and both got a bag of sweets each. Before we headed to the car, I had to buy some Blackpool rock, various flavours for us all, fudge and Kendal mint cake and some fridge magnets. Then we headed for the car, and drove to Top chippy. Daddy and I had fish and chips, Master and PiggyJ I think both had chips on a bun. We were going to sit inside the chip shop but Master said it wasn’t worth me struggling to get out then in again. So Master and PiggyJ got dinner, then Master drove to a parking space along the promenade right in front of the sea. Not that we could see anything coz it was pitch black, though when cars went past we wondered if any of them were going dogging. We munched on our chips, the fish was very nice, we all had drinks so I could take my night time meds as I was in need of some now. Then we all wrapped up, Master lowered the roof of the car and we drove through the lights. This year they were quite good, or I thought they were anyway. The drive through was nice as it wasn’t busy, so we were able to just drive slow enough to see the lights properly, but not stopping and starting then we had a nice drive home, through Lytham, along its promenade, we saw the windmill thats on the front, it looked lovely all lit up. As we headed towards our town, the night was that clear that we could see Blackpool from across the sea, we could see Blackpool Tower clearly, though not the fairground as that was shut. It was a cold in the car but it was nice having the roof down, seeing the stars above us, the moon shining down.

By the time we got home we were all ready for a hot drink. The dogs were very excited to see us but Muffin wasn’t herself. She was panting severely and seemed like something was wrong as she was twitching and not settling. It kinda put a dampener on the evening as it just wasn’t like her. Master and PiggyJ went up to bed, whilst Daddy pumped our airbed up, finding space on the floor, made me realise how little floor space we have. But we just about fit it in, leaving a bit of space around it. We watched a bit of TV in bed then turned it off, It had been a great day but a long one.

Typically, I had a rubbish sleep, hearing Muffin still panting like mad, unsettled still, I woke up at 3am, after going to sleep at 12am. I got up and gave Muffin some ibuprofen, then sat on the settee and read my book. Daddy was still fast asleep, though I think he had a restless night too. I was just getting really worried about Muffin, finally she calmed down enough to fall asleep for a while next to me on the settee. I stayed there until Daddy woke up, then climbed into bed with him. Thankfully Muffin stayed on the settee whilst I snuggled Daddy, Morning kisses and play is such fun, Still gentle fun, my back is still sore, Daddy rubbed my rings, finding my button, he went down on it, sucking, flicking, nibbling it, his tongue deep inside my hole, then as he moved his mouth away, his fingers replaced it, I was spiralling into one orgasm after another, that thumb on my clit is just sensational, he gets me every time. One leg was around his waist, one leg over his shoulder, he seems to like this position as he puts me this way often, but I like it too because I can still watch his face and look at those sexy tattoos on his body. I’ve never been turned on by tattoos until I met Daddy. I liked them, but I could either take them or leave them. Sitting up he used one hand to wank himself, the other to rub my button, though I could still hear my rings clinking. I don’t know why that sound turns me on so much but it does. Soon I bagan to reach my highs again, I heard Daddy groan, he does this funny noise, almost like a yelp but not, when he is close to cumming, I can’t describe it anymore than that, but he’s made this funny noise every time he’s been close to cumming. Then his cum flew across my pussy and tummy. We grinned at each other as he leaned forward to kiss me again before getting up. I made the coffee whilst Daddy folded the blankets and put the pillows in the kitchen, he let the air out of the airbed and folded it up, getting it in the box again. We got the living room back in order again, Muffin began panting and running around, unsettled, then we sat down and put a film on. There was no sound yet from the other 2 upstairs so we enjoyed snuggling together. Soon there were little cries coming from upstairs, a few ouches, laughing, so we gathered they were awake. Master had the Drs at 9am, so I had woken him at 8am. Obviously he decided to wake PiggyJ up so they could have a bit of fun. She then messaged me asking me Where was Sir’s coffee ? I gathered by that he wanted his coffee taking upstairs, so I made a cup of tea for Jayne and took them both up. Master was getting dressed then, so I ended up bringing his coffee downstairs again. I asked PiggyJ if she wanted anything, I could tell she was feeling rough from catching Masters cold / manflu. She asked for some pain meds then I told her to go back to sleep. Master left for the Drs then. Daddy and I continued to watch the film, then Master returned.

We spent the morning watching Scream 2 and 3, BORRRIIINNNNGGGG. So I began to write this blog. Master made us all breakfast which was yummie, I made the drinks, but PiggyJ was looking and feeling pretty rough. I think she wanted to curl up in her own bed and just sleep. After the second Scream, Daddy told PiggyJ it was time to go home. Master had to drive them but I asked if they minded if I stayed home and tidied up, plus keep an eye on Muffin. She had started to calm down so I think she was worked up because we had been out a long time yesterday, then we had visitors staying over, she’s a dog that likes her routine and though she loves Daddy, it’s still not the normal routine. Bless her.

So Master drove them both home, he had bought a camera for their bedroom, so they set it up, Master had connected it to his phone so anytime he wanted, he could call out to PiggyJ or Daddy, or talk to them, watch them or take photos and send us them. I think it’s going to be rather amusing. Now he’s tried this one out, I think he will buy one for ours and their living room. Then I suggested one for the kitchen facing the garden as we all know how much Master likes setting outdoor tasks. These cameras will be fun.

So we had a lovely couple of days as our foursome, fun and games was had by all. We’ve not got another day planned apart from Tuesday when Daddy is coming with me to get my piggy tattoo redone. Keeping me brave as I know it’s gonna hurt like hell as the entire thing needs redoing. Plus I have to watch my language too. So watch this space, see if I can get through it with any potty mouth and hopefully I won’t bleed loads so it has to be done for a third time. I’m not very confident about my not swearing during it if I’m honest, I think I will end up with a punishment. But I will try my best as Daddy is with me, maybe I need to take my gag.