A new dynamic.

A new dynamic.

Since starting our dynamic with Daddy and PiggyJ 7 months ago,  I don’t think any of us could believe we could improve it. How could we ? What extra could we bring ? What was missing ? There was nothing missing. We were all really happy. But there was something. And it showed up unexpectedly last week.

One tiny message to me, seen by Master and a whole new idea, a new dynamic began to form. The message was simple, it read “Go to bed now.” and it came from PiggyJ, when I said that I was feeling rough with my chest infection. I did as I was told but not before Master saw it and asked “ Are you taking orders from someone else ?” Then he messaged PiggyJ saying “ Are you giving Serf orders, that sounded very Domme then.”

From that moment on, the seed was planted, an idea was forming and for the next 10 minutes or so, Master went from chatting with me to PiggyJ all about a possible new dynamic. He sensed that I thought the idea was quite exciting, she is naturally very dominant, so could it work ? Master said he thought it could be fun but what about when it comes to you playing with her. Knowing my reluctance on going down on a girl, he asked “ What would you do if she said come here and go down on me ? “ I replied that I would have to do it, he told me that it would happen at some point, I had thought about this since that first message but also since we began our play with Daddy and PiggyJ. I had been told that she couldn’t wait to fudge me, which was fine but could I repay the play for her. I had this barrier up about playing with a girl, I wasn’t gay, I never had any desires to play with a girl and I was very honest with PiggyJ from the beginning that I really wasn’t sure I could do that. I could finger her, rub her clit, use toys on her but the actual deed of me going down on her, I didn’t know, I still don’t know that it is something I can do. But I know that if a dynamic formed she would not push too hard, too quickly. She would be more patient than Master would be and more understanding if I just said “ I can’t.”

Anyway Master then left our chat and began working again, leaving us to chat about this possible dynamic. Her first instruction was to find some names I liked for her, they had to have a meaning to them so I went online and searched for quite a long time, finding different names, sending them to PiggyJ until I couldn’t find anything else I liked. She then asked if I had any favourites, I said yes, telling her what I liked best. She then asked if I wanted a name, I replied quickly, “ Yes “ I said. “ Okay well I’d like us to have the same first letter so whatever name I choose for myself, you will have a name beginning with the same letter for your name,” she told me.

We had got down to 2 names, Adira or Eden. She then started searching for names for me. I liked her first choice, Aurora, meaning a mythical Roman goddess of the dawn. So it was decided, her name will be Adira, meaning strong and exotic and mine will be Aurora. Then she said she would like to be Miss Adira from now on.

After a while I got another message of her,  ‘Please send me all your tasks and rules from Master and Daddy.’ I did copy and paste for Daddy’s list but Masters I had to find and go through as many didn’t apply, so he said just tell her the ones you do daily and the rules followed. So I did that, I got a thank you back and awaited what tasks she would implement. I knew she had a devious mind and some of her rules or tasks would leave me baffled.

Now there was only one other person who wasn’t aware of this possible new dynamic, and that was Daddy. I never mentioned it at lunchtime, mainly because I wasn’t sure if it was just talk. The most important aspect of this was it must not impact on what we already have, I did not want to lose any time I have with Daddy, any time we have as a group and I know she felt the same. So when we mentioned it to Daddy, we were adamant that if this happened then we would just stop. I think Daddy was a bit surprised at first, asking Miss Adira how many Doms does she want ? The inevitable burning question I knew was on his mind but he wouldn’t say anything, it was, Am I not good enough for her, is that why she wants more. Am I gonna be pushed to one side and not needed anymore. As a Domme she’s gonna be very very good at it. She will be evil and devious. Her and Master will be much better at it than me.

I made quite a few points then,

  1. It’s not a competition.
  2. Everyone will be different.
  3. There will be 3 different dynamics.
  4. There is not one good way or one bad way.
  5. It’s only for fun, extra fun.

The following day Daddy seemed more happy with the idea, I think he and Miss Adira had chatted more about it at home. As we both continued to tell him that this should not impact on what we have now, that she still wanted time with her Sir, I still wanted as much time as possible with Daddy, plus we wanted time together as a group, so that will not change. Hopefully once he sees this dynamic will just add to the fun we have, I think he will feel more relaxed. She told me that they discussed what tasks she would get me to do daily, punishments and also about starting to do a maintenance spanking on every meet, to be done by both Daddy and Miss Adira. She likes the idea of both of them involved in this and I think it will be good for Daddy.

Finally that morning Miss Adira told me what tasks she would like me to do.

  1. Naked selfie.
  2. Pic or video of doing something to make me smile.
  3. Pose naked and video it. She will choose the pose to do monthly. I was to stay in the pose for 1 minute 42 seconds…….  Yes that precise.
  4. Send a good morning message.
  5. Send a goodnight video.
  6. Weekly…. Write an erotic story or poem, 1 A4 side. To be completed by Fri, 6 pm.
  7. Monthly…..Dressed up, erotic pic, lingerie, hair and makeup done.

Once she had sent them we chatted about each one, she wanted to make sure I was happy with them. I was allowed to go through the poses and tell her the ones I could not do because of my back.

She will never expect anything of me that could endanger me or hurt my back.

Miss Adira’s rules were all connected with bringing my sexy out.

  1. I’m to greet her with a passionate kiss and when leaving. When we are together I’m to touch her more intimately, whether that’s a hand stroking her boob, bottom, inner thigh, happy spot.
  2. She will ask Master if we can go and play, asking the boys if they want to join us or just watch. Or asking if we can get ourselves ready for them.
  3. When we sleepover, she would like us to have a shower together, I will wash her and her hair.
  4. When it’s just us and Master, ( Daddy at work ) she would like her nails painted.
  5. Sick notes can be asked for, with reason why, dependant on how bad I was she will allow poses to be missed and leaving the shower as I may struggle to stand for any length of time. Sick notes are for one week at a time, so that’s the same for Master and Daddy.
  6. With Daddy, fortnightly, do a Maintenance spanking.
  7. Miss Adira is happy for me to be me, we still wanted our sassy, bratty times together, she likes a bit of cheek, so she will not want me to do or be anything other than me. Though there may be a point to which she may say enough is enough. I’m not sure yet how far that will be, but knowing me, I will soon try to figure it out.
  8. We will still have our own private chat group, where anything goes, as this is our sister group. Where we can grump, rant, moan or have a giggle over anything, as it’s our private space.

Miss Adira then asked for 4 things I would like to do together or she does to me if I’ve been a good girl. ( by if she means when. )

So after some thought I chose ;

  1. Full body massage, with hand spanking and squirting.
  2. Cuddling on settee, having my hair brushed.
  3. Going for walk to the park, seafront or somewhere, holding hands, chatting, ending with coffee and treat.
  4. Trip out to shops, buying 1 thing, like makeup or sweeties, costing only a couple of pounds.

I had one more suggestion, which I was allowed to say.

    5. Sensory play, tied up, blindfolded, earphones in, and left. Not knowing when you will return, what you would do, what you would use, if it will be nice or if it will hurt. Vampire gloves and paddle, wax play, cheese grater, flogger.

This interested Miss Adira a lot, she suggested rope play, needles or knife play. That bit scared me a bit then, I don’t like the idea of needles going through skin, but she said she wouldn’t do that, she would only prick the skin, a bit like acupuncture. Needles and knife play is something she would love having done to her but Master doesn’t like the idea if doing that. But I’ve said, I will never say no, never. Maybe we can work up to that eventually. Daddy thinks we are both mad for just considering it.

Miss Adira said she would try to phone in the day when shes at work but she would not phone when Daddy was on his lunch break as he always phones me then. ( They work together. ) So that will be nice but also doesn’t interfere with the routine I have with Daddy.

The final thing she asked was to tell her my top 3 favourite toys, whether they are paddles or vibrators, mix them up a bit and my 3 least favourite toys.

  1. Mr Spikey.
  2. Big purple vibrator.
  3. Spanking hammer and tawse.

Telling her my 3 least favourite toys was dangerous though, if I told her then I knew these would be used for punishments. But I couldn’t lie about it, she knew me too well, she knew which ones I really hated so I just made the list.

  1. Loopy.
  2. High impact cane.
  3. Lash.

And so this new dynamic has been formed, it started on Monday. It will be interesting to see how it goes, will it encourage more group play, will it add to our busy dynamic, I hope so, I hope I can handle everyone’s tasks, and not start forgetting them. I hope I can handle everyone’s rules. I certainly wasn’t looking for a Domme for myself but sometimes things just fall into your lap and it fits into your life perfectly just like it did when we first met Daddy and Miss Adira.  I will keep you informed.

Miss Adira’s blog about our change.

What a change

So this week started as any other, until the unexpected happened. So serf said she was tired so I send go to bed to which she said is that an order to which I said yes, she hadn’t been feeling her best so needed to get better for Blackpool. So of to bed she went and I said she was a good girl, a message then from Sir appeared “ little orders and good girls is mommy Dom making an appearance” erm no I replied, I don’t think she could handle another. Now I’m not sure if Sir had messaged serf but obviously the cogs were turning for her serf because then I got a message “what do you think about being my Domme” now in truth it’s something that I’d not really thought about well not in this dynamic. I asked her thoughts she said she quite liked the idea, to have rules and tasks from us all and to serve and please us all. We then began messaging about how it would work and affect us all, I said I would not want to take anytime away from her and her daddy and she agreed. Messages where flying about asking questions both responding rather quickly, and the more I thought about it the more I liked the idea, so minds where set. The question then came what would I call you Serf asked, I didn’t want to be just Miss or Ma’am, I want a different name special just to us so said go find names with meaning so of she went sending me names Eden,Dakota,Adira and a few more besides. I said you pick your favourite 5 and then I’ll pick, I have to admit this was quite hard as the names where all different and had different meanings, so I choose Adira meaning “strong” we continued talking , me explaining I’ll not be all fluffy, to which she said no I don’t think you will I think you’ll be like master( probably not quite but maybe) we then got to what she would like to be called I said it will start with  the same letter as mine so I choose to name Aurora and Asteria I thought I would let her choose, she choose Aurora I must admit this would have been my choice. Now rules and tasks where the next topic, I asked for all her other tasks and rules as I didn’t want any the same. Here are what I set for everyday good morning and a goodnight message, picture of her bum and boobs as they are very very yummy, something that will make me smile ( now I knew this would send her into a tizz as it’s so vague), and to pose in a submissive pose of my choosing and for a length of time all have to be completed by 6pm. Weekly write a erotic story/poem no more than 1A4 page. Monthly dress up all sexy, full hair and make up. Now to give you an incite into my next ones, Serf is very shy when it comes to us playing it’s not something she has much experience in so is very nervous so my next ones are to encourage her to feel more comfortable and confident in this therefore to enhance our individual play but also, 3 and 4some play. So when every time we see each other she has to greet me with a passionate kiss( oh how I love a good kiss) she has to tough my intimately ( so either boobs, inner thighs or as she would say my happy spot ) now I know again she will be in a tizz about these but the more she does the easier it will be when this rule changes to you have to make me cum whenever we are together, when on a sleepover she will shower with me and wash me or my hair, or if on a visit paint my nails. These are all I’ve stated for now but there will be ad-hoc ones as I know how mush she likes surprises. I said we will start on Monday as we have a busy weekend. Oh I’ve thrown in a maintenance spanking with her Daddy aswell ( that should be fun, as I think she’s bit nervous about a hand spanking from me as she has seen the marks I’ve left on Rs bottom”

I’ve established some thing she dislikes and likes so these can be used for when she’s been a good or not so good girl , things she would like us to do if she’s been especially good, one that has really peaked my interest and I know really turns her on at the thought is sensory play, so this play journey is new to us both ( well she tried with her master but wasn’t for him) so should bond us as we will have to learn and grow together with this.  

I’m sure there is more to add but it all happened so fast.

Welcome to our journey as Miss Adira and Aurora, I hope you enjoy the ride as much as we will

Buying a new cuddily.

Weekend with Daddy and PiggyJ. Part 1, buying a new cuddily.

This weekend was going to be a very special one. As a reward for being a good girl, Daddy was taking me to Build-a-Bear I was allowed a new cuddily.

And then we were going to Blackpool to play in the amusement arcades, finishing the evening with a fish and chip dinner.

Master and I arrived at 1pm, Daddy and I decided to go straight out as we knew it would be busy at the shopping centre, plus it left Master and PiggyJ to have some time alone, which I knew PiggyJ was wanting.

So off we went to the Trafford Centre in Manchester and oh my goodness, how busy was it. We drove around for ages looking for a car parking space, ending up right at the far end. Luckily it was a disabled spot. But we were at the wrong end for Build-a-Bear and I mean right at the other side of the centre. So we had a long walk until finally we found it, though we had to ask where the shop was coz Daddy couldn’t remember. Looking at their online shop and I hseen a rabbit I loved, so I thought I would just go in and find it straightaway. No, it wasn’t there, there were 2 bunnies that I liked, but couldn’t

decide which one I preferred. It was heaving in the shop, kids, prams, adults plus loads of staff you struggled to actually see everything.

Finally I chose the white rabbit with flowers, then we joined the queue. A staff member asked if I wanted to record a voice message to put in the cuddily, I had already asked Daddy if I could have one and he had said yes but he had no idea what to . When we reached the place to stuff the bears, I changed my mind on which rabbit I wanted so Daddy had to go back and change it for me. Finally we got to stuff the rabbit but Daddy had to go in a quiet back room to record the message, then we went back to stuff the rabbit, putting the recorder in one arm, then I had to put a wishing well heart inside too. Finally the rabbit was stuffed and sewn up, I wasn’t bothered about telling the lady that my Daddy was buying it for me, or when Daddy had said that I had been a good girl, not like the first time we went. I had felt a bit embarrassed when he told the man, I’m her Daddy, then said if I lose my cuddily he would give me a spanking, right in front of him. And he did hear it, I was really embarrassed then. Now 7 months later I’m not bothered at all, Daddy was buying me a present and that’s all it was.

Then came the decision of what outfit to buy, again I had already picked on outfit online but I wanted to be sure. So I wandered up and down, looking at clothes, finding a new outfit for Minxsie, my first bear, but couldnt find the outfit for the rabbit. I know I was taking my time, but you’ve gotta have the outfit you really want. But I had to ask in the end, luckily they had what I wanted, the ballerinas outfit, so I took that. We then had to christen the bear, filling out my details and announcing the birth of Marshmallow.

Daddy bought my rabbit but I bought the clothes, ( I still feel uncomfortable with him spending loads on me ) then we left.

We got nearly to the other side of the shopping centre when I asked Daddy if the birth certificate was in the box, he looked and it wasn’t. So we had to walk all the way back to get it, by this time I started to feel really sore but I really wanted the certificate. Finally we headed towards the car, but we stopped for a coffee and slice of cake, I must admit I was ready for the break, we weren’t sure what time we were leaving for Blackpool but the rest was really appreciated.

PiggyJ’s lines and frogs punishment for telling Master to f off.

  Piggy And The Frogs

So I know your all probably expecting this to be a blog form Serf, well it’s not it’s piggy’s turn to tell you about her exploits and trouble I  to managed to find herself in…….

Well it was a Saturday visit from Sir and serf, visit not a sleep over so our time together was shorter than a sleepover. The visit started as they usually do, I’m naked when they arrive kisses and cuddles are given to everyone. I made the brews, one day I will get it right I always get Sir and serfs coffees mixed up so have to ask. Coffees where drank, the. Sir said “right it’s nearly 3, both of you upstairs and get naked. I already was, so serf stood up and started to undress……..now no doubt Serf will tell you more about the play.

R(my hubby n serfs Daddy) then came home so they said their hellos and me and Sir then. Joined them, downstairs, we then all started with a drink, I started with WKD which in truth didn’t last long in fact I’d drank it by the time dinner was gotten. I then started with the wine(and here was my first mistake), we had dinner and and started to watch a film. I was lay on Sirs lap, jokari in hand he kept swatting ,my bum and thigh. I continued to drink my wine feeling the effects now, now this bit is a bit fuzzy but what I do know is I told Sir to “fuck off” now I’m allowed to swear unlike serf however I’m not allowed to swear at Sir. When it came out of my mouth there was a gasp form R and serf and how they didn’t get whiplash with how fast there heads turned towards me and  then looking at Sir I don’t know. Then there was silence, I looked at Sir saying sorry, a shake of the head and I knew, and then we will discuss this tomorrow. I knew I was in trouble, but I also knew he won’t discuss it now.He then patted his legs for me to lie down again, I lay back down, thinking what I am going to get punishment wise, now my usual punishment start at 50 with an implement of Sirs choice, nervous at what Sir would decide.The evening continued film watched and the time for then time for them to leave, again Sir said we will discuss the f bomb tomorrow sheepishly I said okay.

So Sunday messages exchanged but nothing, had Sir forgot and then the message I’d been waiting for, 10 yes 10 A4 pages of lines “I must not swear at Sir,I’m sorry.”by Tuesday. I asked front and back he replied yes so I knew I needed to get a move on as I was swimming Monday night I’m normally last minute with things. So I made a start Sunday managed to get 3 pages done, I didn’t realise how long lines take to do, as it’s not one off my tasks. Monday before work I started to do more, I spoke with serf who said she n daddy thought my lines where a bit lenient, I said that I didn’t believe this was it and I was expecting more. I spent my lunch Monday doing more lines and then again on Tuesday morning I managed to have them finished early. I did however half way through have a mini panic, I hadn’t put any punctuation in, would Sir pick up on this, if I didn’t have it would I have to do them again. So I went through them again adding the punctuation. I then sent pictures and video to Sir and waited. I then got a message excellent….now….google how to make a origami frog…..what I thought(well actually Wtf)….to be done by Thursday so I had two days to make 10 origami frogs. Monday I googled it how many videos are there, loads of videos the  first ones I found they where with smaller pieces of paper. I amended my search to A4 origami frogs, watching a video they ripped the paper,Omg I thought can I rip the paper, I asked if I could I didn’t get an answer so I thought I’m gonna have to. I tried to do a few to no avail….I then tried to do one fully 45 minutes later,45 minutes and my patience tested to its limit,( to the point where I nearly messaged Sir saying I can’t do it. I then remember a time where I said I couldn’t do a punishment he’d set, and believe me that’s not something I want to repeat) I had one done only 9 to go now once I’d figured out a part away I went. I finished them all by end of the day. Again pictures and videos sent, thinking maybe that was it. How wrong was I message came through…excellent…..now…give the frogs to 10 people….I thought this is easy the time scale of Saturday lunch seemed far to easy. I’ll just give them to work colleagues…as I was replying a message came through that I missed….oh did I say they have to be strangers, and then I want a selfie…once I saw this let’s say I said a few swear words….I was thinking where does Sir think of these ideas. Thursday morning I started shift early, my first stranger a different cleaner. Explaining what I had to do, I could see on his face he thought I was a loon…I had to do this 9 more times, people will think I’m a nutter, so out I went on my break looking for people who I thought wouldn’t get me sectioned…I managed to find 5 strangers to give my frogs to…I left it there for Thursday. Friday I got into work early, lingering outside work I approached people on their way into work, now I don’t know if they where still sleepy but these people seemed a bit more enthused to partake in getting my frogs some where even quite impressed. There where people who just went no or when I said about pictures I got my frogs back. I managed it though 10 people now have my froggy, however I’m kinda hoping I don’t see them again, as it was my lines that I had to right, they may ask what’s going on. I done it though all pictures sent to Sir, Sir said top froggin…there was no…..now….finally I thought I’m done

How wrong was I, so this afternoon another message….to finalise the swearing piggy , frog punishment write a blog about the experience…..so here it is

What have I learnt….don’t swear at Sir….maybe drink less wine (although we have a giggle when we drink) and finally…..I’ve learnt that my Sir is an evil genius and I think I need to buy him a white pussy cat.

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.

Sorry I’ve not been blogging much.


Well after my 2 month sick leave, due to my back, I had 2 lovely weeks of slowly getting back into doing things, knowing I still had to be very careful with my back.

During my second week I began to get a cold. Unfortunately one of those things that pass from person to person, especially when they are all play partners. PiggyJ started first, then Daddy, followed by Master, then shortly after me. It’s one of those colds that prolongs leaving your body, but PiggyJ and Daddy were soon fine whilst Master’s and mine would not leave. Last week I began to lose my voice, ( wehey I hear Master and Daddy shouting, ) by Monday night I had no voice and a very nasty chesty cough. Master said I needed to go to the doctors, which I did on Tuesday only to be told I’ve a bad chest infection.

Never had one before so first time for everything I guess.

Day 2 of antibiotics and I’m feeling a bit better as long as I don’t laugh or cough. Though I feel pretty wiped out doing the smallest job and hearing my chest squeak and wheeze is quite amusing, like having a pet mouse squeak at me.  Blimey I must feel I’ll if I find that amusing. Anyway hopefully I will get back to doing regular blogs soon. Hope you are all doing okay.

Anyway I have a couple of blogs I’ve just not posted so even though they will be a few weeks overdue, I will still post them.

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.

Saturday round to Daddy’s Part 2.

Saturday round to Daddy’s and PiggyJ’s house for the evening. Part 2 Master’s surprise.

PiggyJ and I took some time to choose these toys, the wooden paddle/shot glasses board and carpet beater I picked, I’ve wanted the carpet beater for a few years now.

PiggyJ found a new shop called Mchurt, it had lots of leather toys in there. So she chose a few, I chose a few, then we picked out our favourites and bought them.

House of Eros Carpet Beater from Uberkinky.

From Mchurt;

Mums big punishment paddle.

The punch

Long Alcatraz Strap.

Then I found a 4 shot glass wooden board, with places for the glasses to sit, PiggyJ collects shot glasses so I saw this and thought it had a duel purpose. Shot glasses, plus a hefty looking wooden paddle. On the handle I got inscribed Masters subs, then got all our names inscribed on the glasses. PiggyJ was made up with this present so she has it on show in her bedroom.

Here are the photos and the description of each one.



Saturday round to Daddy’s Part 1.

Saturday round to Daddy’s and PiggyJ’s for the evening. Part 1

We had a change going round today, we packed no toys. I had a few bits for Daddy, I didn’t ask Master what toys to take, neither did I pack anything, I didn’t even get the bag out. But I figured if Master wanted something he wudda said.

But we had a surprise in store for Master.

Daddy came home an hour later as he was working, then popped to the supermarket for a few bits. He bought Master and I a few treats but didn’t buy PiggyJ anything, so she wasn’t very impressed. I then realised I forgot to bring him some lager from our house so he went back out to buy treats for PiggyJ and beer for himself.

When he came home, I helped prepare dinner. Well it was all mostly done. Piggy had to mix her quiche mixture to put in the bought pastry case, that then went into the oven. Daddy and I were having a cooked chicken and salad, Master was having King prawns and salad, PiggyJ was having mushroom quiche with salad. We all liked different salads so I helped tell Daddy what Master liked, then mine as Daddy did the other plates. Adding boiled eggs, coleslaw, beetroot, pickled onions, and a few slices of crusty baguette. It was a lovely, yummy dinner, Daddy let me have a drink of wine in my sippy cup, well I ended up drinking half the bottle.

We watched a film of PiggyJ’s choice, BirdBox, but to be honest, it was pretty rubbish. But at least she enjoyed it.

Me and PiggyJ were naked, Daddy didn’t bother, even though we should always be naked in Master’s presence, Master showed no signs of getting naked either. Or wanting to play. But i’ve a feeling he got a blowjob whilst we were preparing dinner.

It was just nice to have quality time altogether, watching TV. Master doesn’t want our dynamic to be just about sex, he wants a real relationship where we didnt have sex with every meetup. And to be fair Master is exhausted at the moment, work stress is not doing him any good at all.

When the film finished we were going to watch another film but it was getting late and we needed to get back home to see the dogs..

So we gave Master his surprise. Two boxes for Master to open, one for PiggyJ to open.

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.