My stubborn behaviour left me feeling so guilty, I had to own up about my indescretion.

Miss Adira set a new rule about July time, that I could not dye my hair my usual plum colour, not dye it at all. She wanted to see my natural hair color and I hate my natural colour, strawberry blond, it’s a bit dull, boring. Much preferring the bold, bright purple or bright chilli red. It kinda makes a statement, shows my real personality. I was not happy at all, every week or so, I asked and the answer was always no. After a month or so, I heard her tell Master that she was only doing it to wind me up, it was funny. Well I was fuming when I heard that, I said, “Well if that’s the case then, I will dye my hair this week.” “No you will not.” She stated, I could tell she meant every word. 

There was no changing her mind, and I was getting more and more peeved about it. By late October my stubborn, pigheaded head was working overtime, my bratty head began working too much. One night I was sat in bed, it was time for me to turn the TV off and do some colouring for 20 minutes, Miss Adira’s rule.

I began thinking, Well if Miss Adira won’t let me dye my hair, then I’m not gonna do my colouring and I’m gonna watch TV until 10pm, so there. IMaging me pulling my tongue out as well, being a real brat.

So it began, I had this thought every night, but because I’m so stubborn, I continued my deception. Thinking I had one over Miss Adira. 

As time went on, I began to feel terribly guilty. But the more she repeatedly said No to me, the more I continued. I often worried if Master had got the camera in our room working so Miss Adira or Daddy could connect to it and see what I was up to. 

I also wondered why Miss Adira hadn’t asked where was my daily photograph to show the colouring I did the night before. She never asked once. Naturally I never mentioned it, but I was very surprised about her non-reaction.

This was very unlike Miss Adira, She is always on the ball with my tasks,  knowing immediately if I’ve missed one, yet she still said nothing.

I think this made my guilty feeling become stronger, By the end of November every night I felt immense guilt turning the lights and TV off at 10pm, but I continued. The same thoughts going in my head, Well if DiDi won’t let me dye my hair, then I’m still not doing my colouring. I know it’s pathetic, ridiculous and most of all very childish.

After our lovely weekend celebrating Miss Adira’s birthday, I thought I had to own up. It was getting closer to Christmas, my guilt was building inside, so just before Christmas I told her, well I thought I messaged her on Whatsapp, but I couldn’t find it so I asked DiDi to look. Apparently I wrote it in my daily diary and on Whatsapp, I got this message, “Just dye your hair.” I replied “No, I’m not doing it.”

By now, I’d kinda accepted that I was never gonna be able to dye me hair again, I’d just have to deal with the colour, it didn’t help when Daddy kept telling me to just dye my hair. I repeatedly told him, “It is more than my life is worth.” So I was starting to accept my natural hair colour.

Then on Boxing Day when we were exchanging gifts, Miss Adira handed me a basket filled with little gifts, the first thing I saw was a box of hair dye, exactly the one I use. Apparently Master had the job of trying to find a box of my hair colour in my bedroom cupboards, take a picture of it and send it to DiDi, so she could buy the right one. It was quite a task for him to do it without me seeing or finding it out.

So you can imagine the guilt I felt then. It was the worst feeling ever. And as the days went on, Miss Adira still said nothing about my indiscretion. On the 2nd January the boys were back at work, the rules were starting again, after being allowed a Christmas break. I asked Miss Adira if the bedtime rules restart, she replied. “You would presume correct.” 

Again there was no other comment from her, I swear this is like the worst punishment I could have about this. My guilt was just bursting out, it was killing me just waiting for her to say something about it.

On the 8th January I asked again, “Are you ever going to bring up the bedtime crime ?” I asked her, I was feeling really guilty about it. She sent me a very happy, smiley emoji as her reply. “That’s why you’re not saying anything isn’t it, coz you know this was as bad as receiving a punishment.” I stated. “Yup,” she said. “Oh that’s cruel, so so cruel,” I replied. “Yes I am,” DiDi answered. “But still loves ya,” I told her. “Love you more,” she answered.

From then on, my guilt started to lift, it was very slow, and at bedtime I still thought about it. So my rule is bedtime at 9pm, watch TV until 9.40pm, turn the TV off and do some colouring until 10pm. If I’m tired before then, I am to go to sleep.

So as it’s a new year, Miss Adira wanted to take our dynamic further, we both wanted her to go stricter, she wanted to add more restrictive rules, like Daddy choosing my clothes for the day, choosing my meals, telling me if I’m allowed booze or treaties. I told her I was very happy to have more, so we spent the next few days discussing possible new rules. Set so many hours watching TV, Should I ask to watch TV, Should I ask to watch the particular programme.

In the end we finally got some new rules set.

  1. Ask to sit on the furniture when we are together as a group or just us.
  2. Ask permission to use the toilet. (If no response in time to be determined) then consider permission is granted.
  3. 6 hours of TV per day – time can be earned or deducted, if deducted then Miss Adira will notify ma about what can be done instead in the time deducted. This goes from 8am to 5pm. From 5pm – 8.45pm it’s Master’s choice of TV. If I’m up in the night, I may watch unlimited TV of recorded programmes only, until 8am.
  4. Permission to speak to be asked for. When in the group, ask to speak once for the time together. When it’s just the 2 of us, ask every time.
  5. Permission to be asked for what colour I will dye my hair.
  6. To play with oneself to learn how to make myself squirt, twice a week, videoed.
  7. I am to keep a butt plug and jingle balls in my handbag all the time so at anytime Miss Adira can tell me to go and put either in and video doing it.
  8. Improve on etiquette, good manners, behaving ladylike and courteous to others. Addressing people correctly, waiting for everyone to get their food before eating, not talking over people, opening the door for someone, when passing a drink in a cup ensure the handle is facing them.
  9. Months when chapters of MissAdita’s book is to be written are – February, April. June, August, October and December.

 

My first experience with the jiggle balls was on Monday. I was going to a ballet at the theatre, Miss Adira had told me to go to the toilets in the interval and put the jingles in, videoing it as well. I asked if she would mind if I did it when we first get to the theatre as I don’t go to the toilets in the interval, the queue is always far too long. She said that was fine.

We arrived with plenty of time, so I headed to the disabled toilet, got me phone out and put it in a place where he would be able to see a bit. I had no lube so I put a little bit of soap on it. Well could I put the darnn thing in……no I could not. Huffing and puffing it was not easy, my right foot up on the toilet. I could not shove the thing in. I could hear people outside, there was a queue now. So I tried my left leg up on the toilet, see if that works. No, this way was even worse. All the while I talked to Miss Adira quietly so no one else could hear me. After 3 minutes, I thought I can’t be in here any longer, I had to give up. So I told Miss Adira that this was a complete fail for my first go, maybe I was rushing in the public toilets. I didn’t understand it, I’ve put them in many, many times, I was going to have to figure it out over the next few days at home. Miss Adira said the video was the funniest thing she has watched in a long time, listening to you huff and puff, talking quietly, struggling coz you had all your clothes bunched up, it was hilarious. I’m surprised my mother-in-law didn’t ask why I was all flushed, because I must’ve been.

Two days later I felt like I’d been fisted for hours, I felt bruised and battered around my happy spot, I presume from trying to put the jiggle in. After I’d done my homework, I had time to video part 2 of the jiggles as I am now calling it. Finding somewhere to put my phone, I sat down this time, one leg up on the stool, then just as I pressed record and began, the phone fell down, this repeated about 3 more times. Before I stopped the video, thinking about where I can go and put the camera before I call time again. Surely that wasn’t going to happen again. I sorted myself out, changed position, sorted my phone out, ready for the restart of part 2. I began again. Lubed up, I pushed the first ball in but it popped out, I pushed it back, trying to push the second ball in but as soon as I took my finger away, the darnn thing popped out again. I was beside myself now, why wouldn’t the flamin thing go in. I felt relaxed but by the God, I seemed closed up tight. Trying over and over I was losing patience. That’s it, I’m done today. Epic fail, part 2.

The next day after I had a shower, I spent some time having a little play, following the rules Miss Adira had set, trying to make myself squirt, I had to video it so Miss Adira could see if I squirted or not. Anyway that didn’t happen, but I did enjoy the play. So I decided to try Part 3 of the jingles again now I was lubed up and spread open a bit from using my fav rabbit. Still lying on the bed, I pushed the first ball in easily, (why was it so difficult before) the second ball went in with a bit of a shove. Pushing them right up there though, was a bit difficult. My fingers aren’t long enough to reach, I did think about using my rabbit to push it further up lol, but then after another thrust up, it stayed in place. Finally I had done it, I can’t believe it took 3 goes to do it. We have little sachets of lube we bought if we went to the swingers club, so I have now put some in the bag with my jingle, so at anytime Miss Adira tells me to put it in, I’m prepared. I just hope I don’t have to lie on the public toilets floor to put it in all the time though.

Anyway I finally did it for Miss Adira and kept it in until my afternoon nap, she was very pleased and amused by the latest video, so I was pleased I had made her proud of me and for me myself, well I was proud of myself because I really couldn’t figure out why I couldn’t do it, I was determined to do it and I did. Plus they felt darnn good too. I put a little bounce in my step to feel the balls jingle inside me……..mmmmm I like them.

Another cancelled event.

Another outing cancelled due to health issues.

Over the past 15 years, since becoming disabled, I’ve had to cancel a lot of planned events, family and friends special occasions, trips out with our son and many, many theatre trips. I would never know when / if my back was going to get worse, have flare ups with my bowel or IBS. But I won’t let it stop me making arrangements, I just have to pray that I can go. Unfortunately for me, the things I really want to do,  are the things I end up having to cancel.

Two weeks ago, I began a healthy eating plan, well we all began a healthy eating plan. Master and I was following Fitness Pal, Miss Adira joined Slimming World and Daddy just watched what he ate, as he hates counting calories. After being recommended a slow cooker, I purchased one. Now I’m not very good at just throwing stuff in a pot, knowing what flavours go together etc, but I do like the chilli / garlic mix. I also like a paprika mix. I made a chicken casserole, squid and pasta, which was very nice, a paprika chicken casserole, and a squid, mussel and pasta casserole. All things I’ve had before, but not 3 / 4 times a week. The vegetables I added were only the ones I know I can eat. Potato, baby corn, broccoli stems, ( not the tree bit ), green beans and asparagus.

So after the first couple of meals, having no reaction, I thought all was okay. Until Monday, when I began to feel mild twinges in my tummy, and something that I’ve only just put two and two together, I didn’t like the taste of my coffee. I couldn’t drink it, it tasted off even though I knew it wasn’t. I’ve only just realised this connection. By Monday evening, the twinges were stronger and I knew this was an IBS flare up. Tuesday it was really painful, and I had a decision to make.

You see, Wednesday and Thursday were very special days this week, I will explain more in a minute. But for now I had to decide if I felt I should cancel a hotel room for Wednesday night, tuesday evening I decided, no, leave it, it seemed to have calmed down. I packed my case, I was ready.

Until…..that night when it hit me like a juggernaut. If you don’t  suffer with IBS, you won’t know how severe it is, I can only describe it as being in labour without the joys of getting a baby at the end. You feel like your body is being battered from the inside out. Then once the flare up has calmed down, your body remains so sore, you’re muscles have been stretched, contracted so much, it’s the healing after a flare up that takes so long. Walking, holding your tummy so it doesn’t move, sitting, lying carefully, just like you would feel after giving birth.

So why was this particular flare up so disappointing……

In May, I celebrated the big 50 birthday, Miss Adira had planned a trip to watch The Ladyboys of Bangkok then stay over in a hotel.  She wanted us to enjoy some time together, enjoy playing more, a little spanking fun and just being together. I was so excited, it felt like a lonnggg time until it was actually here.

Miss Adira had booked a day off work and worked on Saturday so she could have the second day off. Daddy had done the same as he was going to be our taxi, plus I know he was hoping to get in on some action during the 2 days I was there.

As we got closer to the event it was decided I would go to work with Master, then Daddy would pick me up from there. We were stopping at the supermarket on the way to their house for a few treats in the hotel, plus we needed some pop and water. 

I’d bought a new red dress, which I wanted to wear with new red boots. I thought both Daddy and Miss Adira would love it. Once home and naked, I was to bring up a cup of tea to Miss Adira and snuggle in bed. Once their son left for school, the play would become more intense, her and Daddy wanted to have a threesome play and a tag team spanking. Miss Adira wanted to tap my bottom until raw, before getting to the hotel. I had my list of toys to pack, Mr Spikey, Little and Giant Devil, hammer and tawse, Mr Grater, numerous spikey brushes, vampire paddle and gloves, shoehorn, anal hook, bungee straps, candles, massage oil, lube, plenty of puppy pee mats, wipes, band-aids, bite gag was essential, unfortunately the Giant Devil and shoehorn wouldn’t fit in the case. But I think we had enough really. Miss Adira wanted my bottom to be raw and very very sore during the show. Daddy was taking us to the hotel at 3pm, there they would be more playing, she had charged her precious powerful vibrator, plus she was looking forward to using her new strap-on, she wanted it to be used first time somewhere special, so the hotel was the best place. I’d packed my selfie stick and charged my Gopro, we wanted the spanking recorded and my first time with the strap-on recorded. I’m sure the boys would enjoy watching it. 

So after playtime, we would get dressed up, I’d bought an outfit just for the show, I wanted Miss Adira to be proud of me, to show her girl off to the world as we held hands, walking down the street. Daddy was picking us up and taking us to the restaurant, Prezzo. I’d already looked online at the menu, naturally looking at the puddings first. It’s the law that you work backwards in a menu, choose your pud, then pick a main that won’t be too filling and starter that’s light. That way, you will always have room for your pudding. Now I think we were walking to the theatre for the show, but I could be wrong. Miss Adira had booked front row seats. I had no idea what to expect from the show, Master suspected it could be like a Miss World type of thing, Miss Adira thought it could be more cabaret. We will find out.

Daddy was picking us up after the show and taking us to the hotel. There Miss Adira was hoping for more play, topping up my sore bottom before going to sleep.

Daddy was picking us up in the morning, taking us out for breakfast, before heading back to their house. If there was anything left inside me and Miss Adira hadn’t left me unable to play anymore and all broken, as Daddy put it, then he was going to have his play with me. But he suspected I’d be walking like John Wayne, my happy spot all swollen, used and abused, my bottom hole the same and my bottom cheeks all black, swollen and extremely sore and raw.

At some point in the day, Daddy would take me home. So it was going to be a full, fun filled two days.

Now you can understand why I was so gutted when I got this flare-up. I feel like I’ve let Miss Adira down, all the time she spent organising the two days, the money on tickets and hotel, and now I couldn’t go. Then the familiar feelings came out, they don’t deserve this, we shouldn’t have got into a relationship like this with my disability and health not being great. They don’t need this in their life. Of course, I know this is nonsense, Master told them everything regarding my health at the start, they accepted it all but still doesn’t stop me from feeling the guilt when I had to cancel, especially when I know how much time has been spent organising it.

I told Daddy I was going to have to cancel and he would have to go instead. Then Miss Adira video called, I got upset telling her, she was fine, saying it’s one of those things and yes it does seem to happen a lot to you but there’s plenty of time to do this again. She said we are going to watch Dita Von Teese Burlesque show next year, we could do this then. It’s just one of those things.

Daddy wasn’t impressed at having to go, he didn’t want to watch Ladyboys doing whatever they were doing. They went for dinner at Prezzo, but had no pudding. Very naughty indeed, breaking the law of eating out. They both really enjoyed the show, Miss Adira sent us a lot of videos and photos. But the funniest was when Daddy was dragged up on stage, he had to dance with this ladyboy, sexy dancing, he grinded himself towards her, she rubbed her hands over his groin, he really was enjoying it. On the video all you could hear was Miss Adira laughing so much, which made me laugh even harder, even though it really hurt my tummy. But when they said their goodnight videos, they both said it was a very very good night and the show was great.

So I am really pleased they enjoyed themselves, even though they had to pay for the hotel and not use it, I asked Master to transfer some money to go towards the hotel bill for them, I felt it was only fair as I wasn’t able to go. I will tell them today when I speak to them. I’m just feeling like my insides are battered and bruised now, so it will be a gentle day for me again. 

Plus thinking about cooking basic foods for casseroles, will be something I should have a look at, I’m sure I can cook just a basic meat and veg casserole.

It won’t let me stop booking things again, though Daddy said when we go away next year for the weekend, he’s booking it but not telling me, just telling Master, then only telling me a few days before we go. Maybe it will work out better this way, we will wait and see.

Saturdays play and my first maintenance spanking from Miss Adira.

Saturdays play and first maintenance spanking.

Master and I arrived at Daddy’s at the usual time, 2’ish, Miss Adira gave us both kisses, she was naked as expected by Master. We had coffees, and played with Blue, who was so excited to see us both, he just jumped from settee to chair, licking us, Master was teasing him as usual, encouraging him to howl as he had done with our dogs. He loves having his other Mummy and Daddy round.

I sat on the chair still dressed, when Master asked why I was still clothed, “Oh erm, sorry.” I quickly stripped off, and sat down to watch TV and enjoy my coffee. Miss Adira told me I was doing a lot of fidgeting on the chair so I quickly picked my coffee up and sat still. When I finished my coffee Master asked why I was sat there, all on my own. I think it was really because that’s where Daddy and I sit, but he was at work so Miss Adira told me to join them on the settee. I cosied up to Miss Adira, Master would occasionally stroke my hair or lean over to kiss Miss Adira then me. It felt nice being with them as a threesome, not awkward or like I was invading their time. I knew it would be their time when Daddy came home, then it would be our time too.

After we had finished the 2 parter we watched, Miss Adira said, “Sir I’m going to take Aurora upstairs to do her tests then give her a maintenance spanking. Would you like to join us ?” “No you go, I’m happy watching a bit of YouTube.” Master told her, so we got up and left him to it. Though I thought he would join us at some point, to watch, give Miss Adira advice or instructions or join in but also I knew he could watch it from the camera he had put in their bedroom.

“So what toys did you bring ?” Miss Adira asked. Going to my bag, I pulled out the little devil paddle, the jokari and loopy. She took the little devil and jokari.

Heading upstairs, Miss Adira asked if I was not bringing my cuddily, I shook my head, feeling a bit foolish that I wanted it when I was with her. But when I got upstairs, I changed my mind so ran to get it. Miss Adira had her notebook to makes notes on my test and write my mark’s down, so she sat on the windowsill as I sat on the floor, crossed legs, Marshmallow sat on my knee.

It was weird, something clicked in my head, this was me, being a little felt so natural to me. I loved sitting on the floor looking up at my Mistress and I wanted to make her proud by getting top marks. The maths was easy peasy, 3 x times table so I breezed through them. The English was a bit more tricky but I was disappointed that I got 2 wrong. Miss Adira was very proud of me for my first tests. So next week I was to learn my 8 times table, I know this one will take some thinking, she gave me some good advice to make it easier so I’m going to try her way as well as my way. The spellings will be sent to me later that day, as she wanted to find some harder words for me. And what she sent was very very hard so it’s going to take some concentrating to remember them for next week.

Next came the maintenance spanking. But first Miss Adira wanted to know exactly where she can hit, so she doesn’t strike where my discs are damaged and where my internal tens machine was. I pointed where the scar was, “ Anywhere around the scar, you can feel the box inside me, so nothing can hit that incase it breaks it. Then for my back, anything from my tail bone up to here.” I pointed up to about the third of the way up my back. I’ve 6 degenerative discs there. “So basically any lower back area.” She said. “Yes, then anything from there up my back is fine, across shoulders fine.” I explained. “Okay, but I think I will wait for your Daddy to do your back first  so I can watch.” Miss Adira told me. “I will say if it’s a bit too near any area if that’s okay ?” I asked. “Yes definitely you must until I’m confident in what I’m doing.” Miss Adira pulled out some of her own toys, the studded paddle, the punch paddle, a fly swat plus my little devil paddle and the jokari, whilst I got the camera ready. Once ready I awaited my instruction.

“Bend over the bottom of the bed,” she said. They have a cushioned, curved footrest which is ideal for any sort of fun, play or spanking. I got Marshmallow, bent over the bed, tucking Marshmallow under my arm and waited. “Anything in particular you want to start with?” she asked. “No, erm little devil.” I replied.  “Little devil what ?” she asked, landing the first swat and continuing harder until I replied “Little devil Miss Adira.” Immediately she softened the strikes as she continued. I noticed she liked to cover the entire area of my bum, up as high as she could go, round the sides, all cheek then lastly lifting my cheeks up to reveal my sit spot. She noticed I wasn’t fond of my sides being hit so obviously she enjoyed getting those spots more. After a while she asked if I wanted a change, “Yes please.” A few harder whacks before “Yes please Miss Adira,” I said quickly, then she stopped. “What do you fancy next?” she asked, I looked at the pile and suggested the punch paddle.

The nice end was just the same as our spanking hammer, it feels great, gives you good internal bruising but also makes the blood rise to the surface which makes the smacks tingle much more.

So whilst enjoying the pounding suddenly there was a terrific whack. “Owie,” I cried out, my leg went up, my hand came around. The whacks continued, as hard as a wooden whack with the sting of leather, “This continues until your in position.” Miss Adira told me. “Would you like the hammer back?” Still whacking me until I got into position. “Ow yes.” A stronger whack, “Owie yes Miss Adira.” I cried out. “See your getting it, go out of position I go harder, not answer a question correctly I go harder.” Oh she’s enjoying this a lot, I thought and far stricter with my wriggling around or answering properly.

Miss Adira continued with the hammer, surprising me with a few hard slaps with the other side. As usual I did what I always do, brought my leg up, or hand around, so the hard swats began until I moved back again. ( Maybe this will make me learn…. who am I kidding, probably not.) Eventually she asked if I’d like to change, “Ow erm Ow, the studded one please Miss Adira.” She stopped immediately then started with the leather studded one. I didn’t think this would hurt as much as it did, the paddle side was stingy but not like the hard side to the puncher. But the metal studs stung a lot on already tender skin as I heard my Mistress chuckle, she knew this was hurting. I began turning to my sides, my leg began to move up, Whack, leg down, then a few more wallops my arm began moving round stopping before I reached fully around. “Arm,” whack, “Owie,” I cried louder. The harder whacks continued all around, turning as I tried to protect my sides, leg up as I tried to protect my sit spot. All my failure so awarded me extra hard swats. “Would you like a change?” she asked. “Y..yes please Miss Adira.” I gasped. “What next?” “You choose Miss Adira,” I said getting my breath back.

I felt the familiar paddle on my skin, the jokari. Something that the slightest tap stings like mad. At first the slaps were mild’ish hits which got more painful as it continued, also liking to cover my entire backside again. I stuffed my face into Marshmallow, hugging her tightly, crying out into the bed. She paused for a moment rubbing my cheeks, scraping her nails along my raw skin. “You’re going a lovely colour, but I think you can take more. What do you think?” She asked. “If you think so, Miss Adira.” I replied. Picking up the fly swat she flicked it across me, it didn’t hurt but gave a tiny sting, enough to make you jump a tiny bit. But I think this was too tame for her as she put it down. And picked up the little devil, now it was really starting to hurt and she covered everywhere but once caught close to my tail bone. I cried out loudly, saying “Too close to my tailbone.” What I need to watch is the wires from my tens machine lead up and attach to my tail bone. They are secured to nerve which then gave me feeling to my bladder again. So though I’ve lots of padding by the tens machine, I haven’t higher up and by the tail bone. So a wallop could damage the wire or disconnect it. But Miss Adira didn’t realise, and Daddy has hit the wrong spot and so has Master. It must be difficult not to accidentally hit the wrong area even for the most experienced Dom/Domme.

The spanking lasted quite some time, in the same continuous fashion, if I forgot to say the right thing. I must admit I loved her way, she kept checking to see if I was red enough, and continued until she thought I had a nice crimson tone. Now as this was my first maintenance spanking, and in the future it will be shared with Daddy, with no particular number, just until THEY decided I had enough, I’m pretty certain, this spanking will be the mildest I get.

Apparently Miss Adira was able to sit on the footrest next to me, comfortably, and able to spank me very easily in this position, I can only imagine Daddy on one side, Miss Adira on the other. And the maintenance spanking will happen every time I meet them, or just one of them. My bottom will feel the sting a lot in the future, and it’s all rather exciting.

Once my spanking was over, Miss Adira said,  “Now I’ve been told by Sir that every time you get spanked I have to check if your excited or not.” She slid my legs open with her foot and her hand came down, feeling my wetness. Now I’m not a bit ashamed of her finding out how much I enjoyed it, if anything it will show her she did everything right.

Her fingers slid inside me, her nails scraping my insides and out, maybe something I will just have to get used to, but it stung quite sharply.  But I did explain it to her, she suggested wearing gloves but that’s no fun, so I think it’s a question of me just getting used to it. Her one thing she really wanted to do was to get me to squirt. I know Master and Daddy have explained exactly where my button is and I’m very pleased to say she found it very quickly. Soon I was desperate to cum, begging, unsure if I was to ask like I do for Master and Daddy, but I was too excited to think about that then. The floodgates opened and I squirted, my cum dripping down my legs, an orgasm I will never forget. Miss Adira slipped her hand away, rubbing on my clit. “Better save some for your Daddy.” A very nice thought but she will eventually realise my tap never seems to end and I can squirt 6 – 10 times in a day. A lot.

When I stood and got my balance back, I kissed her, thanking her for a very nice spanking. She told me she enjoyed it a lot, this made me very happy and hopefully made my Mistress very proud. “Sir has told us to go to bed and have a good smooch,” I giggled, I bet he watched it all and was now very hard and excited too. Soon he joined us and stripped off quickly. He lay next to Miss Adira, reaching over to kiss me then kiss her, whilst we continued to smooch. Suddenly I felt the mattress move a lot and I opened my eyes to see him stood over us both. Watching us kiss, wanking himself off. I knew what was coming and at that second all I thought was please don’t get it in my hair as I had got it restyled and cut short that day and wanted it to still look nice for Daddy when he got home. A massive blog of cum landed in my eye, I heard him chuckle, as his cum dropped over my face, over Miss Adira’s shoulder, ear and face. Master always has a large amount of cum each time, so there was more than plenty to share. He chuckled again as I tried to scoop the cum out of my eye, leaving the bed to go to the bathroom and try to wash it away, without ruining my makeup. Then Miss Adira washed herself clean.  It was only after she had done it, did I wonder if I should have done it for her. I think maybe I should and will in the future.

Feeling very refreshed and happy, we went downstairs to watch TV until Daddy got home. He spotted my new haircut straight away, even though we were sure he hadn’t. He told me off lightly for telling a little white lie about not booking the appointment, but said he loved it. This made me even happier. We walked across the road to the chip shop to get our dinner, and enjoyed that whilst watching a film, it was a very exciting visit, but it wasn’t over for me. I had my first real punishment coming up, but that’s for a different blog.

A new task for Daddy from Master is to write a blog every month. Here’s his first one and I think he’s done a great job. Enjoy the read.

This life and time of Manho the Daddy

So, where do I begin, I would say right from the start would be as good of any place as any July 2017, but before we start here’s a little about me. I am nearly at my 42nd birthday, I am now a Daddy to my beautiful girl Little Minxs and a sub to Master, I am nothing to look at, 5’5”, slightly curvy (a lot), and a rather wicked sense of humour, and this little tale is how I became a Daddy Dom and submissive and the journey I have taken to get here so sit back, hold on tight and enjoy the ride.

As I said it came about in July 2017, the exact date I cannot remember, myself, my beautiful wife and our son was at a close friends house party and my wife had told me that she had full intentions of getting drunk “So don’t expect to go home early,” she says to me just before I went off to work that morning.

So, after a hard days graft (honest) we were at our friends house having beers and chilling, enjoying ourselves, I became rather tired and just wanted to sleep however Piggy, my wife, oh yes Piggy is the name given to her by Master G, or as she refers to him as Sir G, any way I digress, so being tired I just wanted to go home and sleep, however the lovely wife, Piggy had other ideas, just letting loose and getting drunk, now she had already polished off a bottle of wine and what ever else to be had consumed earlier that evening and was well on her way on the second bottle. Now Master and my Little Minxs will very well understand what happens next after Piggy has had a couple of bottles of wine, all I can say is Dr Jekell and Ms Hyde…….so I think it may off been about 11’ish we shall say and I asked Piggy if we were going home, this was a very stupid thing to ask really as she had already gave me the heads up she was planning on staying out and enjoying herself, so with the question asked she said “I told you this morning that we were staying out and I was planning on getting drunk,” so with that I skulked away, I do get rather narky when I’m tired so this didn’t help matters much.

I went into the front room of our friend’s house and sulked, after a bit I went back to join the rest and Piggy must of known I wasn’t happy which is when things in both our lives turned…and I must admit now for the most defiant better. I could see she was getting upset and I tried to stupidly talk to her but she just kept telling me to go away as I was making things worse, now I have seen her upset before and we have both been through a lot but to be honest I have never seen her this upset and I was crapping myself a lot as I didn’t know what to say or do to make amends at that point, and yes I should of left her alone but the pig headedness in me kept mythering her and winding her up even more to the point she just came out with the one sentence I would never forget, “I need more”.

Now at first as a man I just looked at her with a gormless expression on my face, and the response I could only give her was “eh”, “I need more, different cock”, now that hit me like a sack of shit, as believe me when I say my self esteem and confidence took a big blow was a understatement. She carried on explaining what she meant and we talked, and one thing in all of this is I didn’t want to loose her, this extraordinary, magically, wonderful woman who has been in my life for at least 13 years, so I told her I would be willing to try and do anything within reason. That evening or should I say early hours Sunday morning we went home and had nookies.

The next day we sat discussing this further, she reassured me that I wasn’t doing anything wrong but she had desires and needs and found it hard to approach me about them, I must admit I do have a very open mind and now has been opened even more after our experiences in the swinging seen and now in our polyamorous/ \Dom dynamic with both Master/Sir G and my Little Minxs/Masters Serf…with this being said this story will unfold next month when I write about our first meets, till then take it easy…..

Manho/Daddy..

A foursome.

Weekend with Daddy and PiggyJ. Part 2. A foursome.

After Daddy and I got back from Build-a-Bear, we were getting ready for a chill before going to Blackpool but I soon got a message from Master for us both to get naked and join them in bed.

This was a new one, the 4 of us actually playing together, so we stripped off and headed upstairs. Master told Daddy to lie on the bed whilst I bent over the edge of it, sucking his starbar. ( You know what I mean by starbar, I’m only allowed to use alternate words to curse/rude words now but it just sounds daft saying starbar, but I’ve got to get used to writing it. )

So whilst I’m sucking on Daddy’s star bar, Master came behind me and began fudging me from behind, when he first entered my happy spot I felt myself stretch so wide, I thought he must have had his huge PA in but apparently he didn’t. But it felt really nice, as he went from my happy spot to bottom hole.

Whilst this was happening, PiggyJ was lay in bed watching until Master instructed her to come over and eat my happy spot. She got on her knees immediately, tonguing, sucking my clit. Her nails scraping across my bottom, leaving angry red trails down it, yet felt so good. It was becoming hard to concentrate, too many things happening at once. Master watched for a while, he could see I was enjoying myself, my groans and twitches indicated that PiggyJ was doing a good job, Daddy was enjoying his blowjob too.

Master began wanking himself off watching us play together, all of us were occupied with what they were doing and what was happening to them. Soon Master had cum all over PiggyJ’s back, when Master told her to change places with me and continue Daddy’s blowjob. PiggyJ then told me to lick Master’s cum off her back whilst she was busy, this is something I’m not keen on doing, so I stared at her, then stared at Master who then told me to just do it. Apparently I gave them both my death stare. So I moved round and began to clean her back, much to Master’s amusement. He began tickling my back, I asked him to scratch it like he does with PiggyJ, so he scraped his nails up and down my back, over my bottom and back again. I loved it.

Then Daddy and PiggyJ asked if she could climb on top of him, Master agreed, so me and Master stood back to watch. PiggyJ began flailing around as her orgasm built up, groaning and grunting louder until it exploded, Daddy got cramp right up his leg so he didn’t get the pleasure of cumming but I knew he would later.

Once PiggyJ and Daddy had calmed down we all said thank you to each other, kisses were given and we all got dressed ready to go to Blackpool.

Blackpool was very cold and windy but we were able to park across the road from the arcade we were going to. We took money out if the cash machine, each of us having £20 and no more, then we split up. Daddy and I went one way, Master and PiggyJ went another. We cashed one £10 note into 2p’s, and went to the arcade games that were 2p a go and you could collect tickets.

Tickets mean prizes.

Many of the machines were either stuck or not giving tickets to we went to different games. Eventually we won about 1500 tickets. Daddy cashed them in for a voucher and then we joined the queue to pick the prizes. I chose some burping putty/slime stuff for Master, a teddy bear for PiggyJ, as I had one last time, then a load of sweets. Tickets used we left the arcade and headed to a sweet shop nearby. Picking fudge and sweets for everyone we quickly headed back to the car. It was freezing.

We drove to the other end of  Blackpool’s promenade to the chip shop we liked, the boys went in to get our dinner, then we drove to a quiet parking spot in front of the sea. It was a pity it was dark and you couldn’t see the sea at all. But you could hear the waves, smell the sea, plus our fish and chip dinner. Which was yummy.

Once we had eaten, we headed back home, it was after 10pm when we got home but we all got a drink and sat down to watch a film which didn’t end until 12.30am. Master and PiggyJ headed upstairs whilst Daddy and I got the airbed pumped up, making the bed we snuggled watching TV, having a little play with Daddy’s starbar he got on his knees and came over my happy spot but I was too sore to let him play with me. I know I’d be in trouble if I didn’t tell him I was sore, but I had a brilliant day so i didn’t mind.

I was still sore the following morning, so there was no playing but again I didn’t mind. It had been a great weekend.

But from the Monday, there will be a change to our dynamic, a new, exciting change, that hopefully will add even more fun and spankings to our group. I will

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.

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.

What happened in 2018.

It’s the end of 2018, the beginning of a 2019, what does the future hold for us……

Starting 2018, I never imagined by the end of the year we would now be in a polygamous dynamic.

I never thought we would try swinging, though I’ve now learnt that swinging is certainly not for me.

We’ve done things I never believed we/I could do.

It started with meeting a couple socially, what an awful experience that was. I couldn’t wait to leave and felt adamant that if this was what swinging was about then no way was I going to try again.

We joined a munch instead, met other like minded people. But it was very cliquey, we both felt uncomfortable so decided munches were not for us.

So how do you meet other couples that wanted what we wanted.

I thought is was impossible.

We focused on chatting with others, on the Fab swingers site, taking it slowly, it turned out to be all talk, no action.

Our first experience was with a couple at their home, it felt wrong, clinical, like they had a set routine which they followed step by step, I never wanted to try it again.

Soon we had our first experience at home, with a trans girl. I did enjoy it, felt more relaxed playing at home in a threesome, but like the first couple, she talked non stop about other people she had played with, and it felt like we were just another notch on the bedpost.

I was certain that’s all swingers seemed to want to do, where was the connection, the relationship. It was fuck and go.

This was something I just couldn’t do. I needed a connection, I can’t just fuck and leave.

So we decided to try to find a couple who we could see regularly. Finding kinky couples who also liked BDSM was hard work.

Our second couple seemed more possible, we enjoyed talking, eventually meeting, though they were not into our kinky stuff.

They took us to a swingers club. It felt awkward, the place was seedy, I didn’t want to do anything, or look around. People fucking everywhere, girls wanking the guys. This wasn’t for me, but Master enjoyed it. Why wouldn’t he, the girl loved his PA and I could tell she couldn’t wait to play with it. They went off to the orgy room for a play. I stayed with the guy, he just chatted with me, I think he just didn’t want to leave me on my own. We tried out the hot tub, but that felt awkward. I felt my legs touching another guys leg, so I quickly moved it away. Was it me, was there something wrong with me ? The guy I was sat next to tried to talk to me but I didn’t really chat back. Looking back now I would say I was quite rude. It just felt uncomfortable.

We met the second couple again, but at home this time, we had a good time, a good play and they both enjoyed spanking me. Though they didn’t understand why I liked it, but at least they did it.

Over the next few weeks we began talking to the couple we saw at the swingers club, the guy who I sat next to, in the hot tub. They searched for us in the swingers site, turned out they were looking for the same as us. So we began to chat more seriously.

During this time we found another couple, who was in a D/s relationship. This was it, I thought. Finally meeting THE couple. We met and enjoyed a great play, it was my first experience with a girl, she was fantastic and said she would be patient with me, until I wanted to play with her. We chatted some more, but soon they stopped talking.

Meanwhile we were still talking to the couple from the club, this time more seriously. She wanted a serious Dom, he wanted to be a Dom but wasn’t sure he could. Over time, he and I chatted and I suggested he look up the Daddy/little dynamic. Something I really wanted, but thought it was a fantasy. Reading about it, him and his wife thought it would suit him best, so our Daddy/little dynamic began. I gained a sister, we gained a couple to play with, Master found himself with 2 new subs and we all loved it.

We stopped chatting with the other couples, I didn’t want to meet them again because we had found the couple we had a connection with, began forming a relationship with them.

Who knew this could happen, dreams could come true. This one came true without us even looking for it. To me, it was meant to be.

Six months later our dynamic is going strong, our relationship becoming stronger, Master asked PiggyJ to have a tattoo, a marking to say she belonged to him. I drew a sketch of a sexy curvy woman, Daddy said it looked like me, I asked if he would get it tattooed on him, he said yes immediately. He would be proud to have it tattooed on his leg. Daddy asked Master if he could give me something, like a collar, so Master suggested an ankle bracelet. This I’ve now got, one of his many Christmas presents. Daddy bought one bracelet but felt it was too small as he wanted to put charms on it. So he bought another, which was perfect. Now I’m wearing 2 ankle bracelets, feeling them makes me really believe I belong to Master and I belong to Daddy. I’m now owned by 2 men. What could be better.

Who would have thought 2018 would end like this, this perfect life, I know it is the first of many Christmases and New Years we will share together. We are going on holiday to the naturist park in May and are planning a holiday to America to drive down Route 66. Something we all really wanted to do, so decided why not do it together.

I never thought dreams could come true for me but this proves sometimes they do, when you least expect it. So for those who are waiting for their dream to come true, don’t give up hope. You never know what’s coming around the corner, if it could happen to us, it could happen to anyone.

Happy New Year, let’s hope 2019 can be a great one, full of surprises, good health and happiness.