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.

Finally Wednesday arrived, sorry it’s a late post, this was from Dec 5th.

I showered early, shaved, and got dressed. Tidied up the bedroom, and kitchen, then just had to wait for E to get up and go to work. Then went up and put some music on in the bedroom, tidied E’s room then the bathroom. I put makeup on then decided to be naked for when Daddy arrived. Putting my clothes on the chair along with my boots and bag ready for the day ahead.

Daddy arrived almost dead on time, he had a good trip and not too cold. He came in, gave me a kiss and gave the dogs some fuss, he then stripped off all his motorbike clothing, his thermal gear, then took out his clothes for the day. I made a coffee for us whilst he sorted himself out, then said, “I’ve saved I’m a celebrity to watch together, you need to start liking it.” Daddy just looked at me, he doesn’t like I’m a celebrity, “Well we can watch it later, I want you upstairs now.” I was a bit surprised, “I’ve just made coffee, or do you want to have them upstairs ?” I asked. “No, just you upstairs now !” he ordered. “We can heat the coffee up later.”
I locked the front and back door, then went upstairs, followed by Daddy and the dogs. “Right lie on the bed,” He told me. So I got 2 cushions and lay over them, tucking the third under my chin.

Daddy started rummaging through the toys drawer, I turned to look at what he was getting but he told me turn around. Getting the first toy, Daddy started rubbing, squeezing my butt as I relaxed into the bed. The first swat hit, sending sharp stings, then a slap, whatever was this paddle. I like to try to guess what each one is, but it’s not easy. But this sting was quite powerful and the slap hurt a lot. Daddy had his hand on my back to try to stop my wriggling but once he began on the back of my legs, I was wriggling about a lot. He soon put that one down and searched for another toy. My bottom was beginning to feel warm, tingling on my skin as Daddy came back, rubbing my bum, his fingers wandering between my legs, making me relax.

I felt something cold and hard graze over my buttocks, I could tell it was wooden, but which wooden paddle was it ? Daddy started with softer taps to begin with before going harder, it was becoming really painful and I wriggled even more. Thankfully this was only a fun play, so I wasn’t told off for moving, but Daddy kept a hand on my back just incase. The paddle hammered down on each cheek, each sit spot and thighs. That’s when I began rolling away from him. It was nice but boy, did it hurt. After a while he put that one down and rummaged in the drawer again.

Something soft struck my back, I guessed it was the red flogger straight away, it’s soft yet vicious, pounding my back, my bottom then my thighs. The rail ends leaving a bite that stung, but stung nicely. I think I could let him use that for ages, it does feel nice. And Daddy does manage to whip it so those ends snap beautifully.

Back to the drawer and I saw the awful loopy in his hand. This was a new toy for him, so he began softly, even though softly still stings terribly. I think he was enjoying this one, covering my ass, lifting my cheeks to get full access to my sit spot then legs. I’ve noticed he’s very keen on including legs in play or punishment, grabbing my wriggling legs, he just hit my feet, my hands, the soles of my feet if I didn’t stop protecting my sore flesh.

Then he got the jokari out and bloody hell how painful can one little strike be. Luckily Daddy included some very nice fingering play to help me relax again until he continued using it. But there’s nothing nicer than a mix of fingering and spanking.

Stroking my back, legs then bottom, Daddy bent down to bite one cheek, I cried out, unable to wriggle, but thankfully he didn’t go mega hard, I suppose Master would say it was a little nip. Just when I’d recovered from that he went to bite the other cheek, but as I knew what he was going to do, I tried rolling away again. But he grabbed me and rolled me back, holding me firmly as he bit the other cheek. I tried kicking out but it was no use. When he moved away I heard an evil chuckle, he knows how much I hate biting, but he can’t resist.

I hugged onto the cushion as he moved to the drawer again. This time he went back to the first toy then worked he way through them again. But more fingering was needed to calm me down, I did feel on the brink of crying, though I wasn’t fighting them away like normal. If it happened it happened. Today obviously wasn’t the day for it, today was a day for squirting a lot, with plenty of orgasms, as usual Daddy did not let me down.

4-6 orgasms later, squirting 3 times and I was spent, until Daddy asked if I wanted Mr Spikey. Naturally I’m not gonna turn Mr Spikey paddle down.

Daddy started gently at first, tapping one cheek then the other, asking if I wanted it harder, I always said yes. He loves playing with this paddle, watching the dots appear on my bottom,  making a great pattern. Then as the needles went further in and it was hit harder, blood pooled around each dot. For me the pleasure/pain is indescribable, yes it hurts a lot especially if it’s used after a spanking when the skin is already tender and raw.

Eventually Daddy said he would have to stop, but I wasn’t ready so I asked him to continue. He dug out the Giant Devil Paddle, it was his first time using that, it came down fairly hard, covering both cheeks. With each swat I felt blood splatter, Daddy was becoming concerned but trusted me when I said carry on. My bottom was on fire but it felt so good. I didn’t want it to stop.

Until……..Daddy decided to bring out the CPS. He’s heard a lot about it, he’s seen it, felt it’s weight but never used it. Until now.

As soon as I saw it I began protesting  the CPS is for serious punishments, not play. Well unless you’re Master, coz he loves using it. Daddy said it was only fair he got to try it………Mmmmm fair for who exactly.

Immediately after the first swat, I screeched and tried rolling away, but he caught me and held me there, I managed to get an arm out to rub my bum. Daddy let go of me and swatted me again. Right across my sit spot and upper thigh, I cried out so much but Daddy didn’t stop there. He hit again, across the back of my legs. I screamed out loud, grabbing my leg, pulling myself into tge foetal position, Daddy pulled me towards him, holding me tight, kissing me all over until I brought my head up and kissed him back. We stayed like that for a while then he got up, grabbing the CPS again, I thought he was putting it away but no, he walked to the other side of the bed, saying he had to make it even and have 3 swats on this side. I tried to stay still, but the final whack on the back of the legs again made me yelp, cry out and grab my leg. Crickey I hate that thing.

Daddy stopped then, saying that was enough, he didn’t want to damage my ass any further, but I needed a shower. I got it ready, then Daddy joined me. I love having showers or baths together, there’s something extra special about it. Daddy put some shower gel onto a sponge and began washing me, turning me around he knelt down and gently washed my bottom, kissing me as the blood washed away, leaving a lovely dotty pattern on my skin. His hands pushed my legs apart as fingers slipped into my pussy, thick, strong fingers took my breath away, I pushed my ass out and spread my legs further even though there was very little room. I came quickly, such power left me gasping for breath, as Daddy then got up, turned us both around, he sat on the seat, pulling me towards him, to straddle over his knee.

Now I’m no slim bird and Daddy has a little extra weight on him, so trying to straddle him, under the shower was rather amusing. He kept slipping off the seat, so I learned back against the shower cubicle doors, this gave us both a bit of extra support. Daddy played with my clit, rubbing it, fingers entering me, it became a hot, wet, wild play as I came violently on his knee. Getting up off his knee was a laugh, I ended up sliding to the floor but I was in the perfect position to have a play with Daddy’s cock. I licked him, waiting to see if he said no, but he didn’t. So I took him fully into my mouth, careful of where my teeth were so I didn’t scratch him again. I was enjoying this, and I knew by Daddy’s groans he was enjoying it too. But suddenly he pushed me away and stood up, helping me to my feet. Turning the shower off, we got out, Daddy dried me and quickly dried himself then he led me to the bedroom. Laying on the bed, Daddy climbed between my legs. His cock so close to me, yet the serious no touch rule from Master meant he could not enter me, neither could he rub his cock over my wet pussy. We both longed to but we didn’t, the repercussions if we did break this rule was too severe, I couldn’t begin to think of what Master would do if we broke it. But we have too much respect for Master anyway to even consider it. Maybe one day Master may allow us to have full sex. Maybe.

One thing Daddy does like to do is wank over me, cumming over my pussy, it’s the next best thing after having full sex, but also means I get to watch him, watch his face, how his body moves, hear his grunts and groans, it really is a wonderful sight. I love how his tattoos move above me, his muscles flex and relax turns me on so much.

I heard Daddy’s gruff groans get quicker, a slightly high cry out told me he was there, then I felt warm liquid drop over my pussy as his cum dripped between my legs. Finally when his jerks calmed down he leaned towards me to kiss me deeply. He always says thank you after we’ve played which is something I now love, I used to giggle, saying you don’t have to thank me, it should be me thanking you, now I choose to say you’re very welcome. It’s a nice, special ending to our play, followed by snuggles and a bit more snogging.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Sorry its taken ages to write, this took place the week before last.

Fun and games the week before last week.

 

So on Wednesday evening whilst I was watching Cliff Richard in concert with my Mother-in-law, Master set his subs a challenge, one I was ready to throw a tantrum because it was totally out of my comfort zone.

Think about your favourite song, download the lyrics if necessary, then dress up as the singer or the lead singer, if in a band, and sing me a song, You have until Saturday evening. Best video wins a cinema trip with Master, to watch a film of his choice and bring your own sweets. No cinema sweeties or drinks.

As I said completely out of my comfort zone.

Probably was a good job I was at the concert because I think I would have thrown a right fit.

So Thursday was the day I had to do it, Master works from home on Fridays so I didn’t want to do it then. What do I pick, what do I wear ? I decided first that I would wear my school uniform, but what song goes with it ? I thought about doing Shania Twain, I feel like a woman, but I really wanted to dress up properly. I asked my best mate, she has a fantastic memory for when we were in school. And she suggested a few songs, so I put YouTube on the TV, firstly I was quite impressed I could actually do that and listened to each song before finally choosing one.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0aqLwHP4y6Q&start_radio=1&list=RD0aqLwHP4y6Q

Hey Mickey by Toni Basil.

In the video she’s actually wearing a cheerleaders outfit but I thought the school uniform would do.

I got my selfie stick, set it up, the video ready on YouTube then I sat on the bed to do my makeup and hair. I put my hair in 2 untidy pigtails, put blue eyeshadow on, a lot of it, so it could be seen, putting heavy blusher on, again so it could be seen, bright red lipstick then that was all done. I’ve put a little weight on since I bought the white shirt so it was a bit tight, fastened my tie, put white pantie shorts on, white socks rolled to my ankles then pulled up my rather short skirt. But I must admit I did like what I looked like.

I went to turn the video on only to be told by my phone that it was full, due to me recording a lot of the Cliff concert for my Mother-In-Law. I was so mad, here I was all dressed up and ready and nothing to record it on. I do have a digital camera somewhere, but Master used it usually, but I couldn’t find it. Then I remembered Master had a spare phone downstairs so I wondered if that was working, I dashed downstairs to find the phone, saw it had the video thing so decided I would use it, No idea how to get it from that phone to mine but at least I would have done it.
Phone ready, I turned the song on and began singing, 1 minute 40 seconds in, I realised I did need the lyrics up. So I stopped the video, and put the lyrics on instead. Now the problem is, as you know I’m not a skinny girl, and I’m not fit, if you watch the original video, you will see the dance wasn’t exactly slow, so after dancing for nearly 2 minutes, I was quite knackered, then I had to start from the beginning. And for some reason, I thought I would dance on the bed, why, I’ve no clue. But it was not easy dancing on it. So I started again, singing along, dancing well lots of arm movement really, but I was going for it. 3 minutes in, I was completely knackered, but I continued. It lasted 4 minutes and 15 seconds. OMG, I was having a hot flush, my shirt was sticking to me as I stopped the video and fell on the bed. Took me ages to get my breath back enough to get up, take my school uniform off and wash the makeup off. Really I should have just had another shower. I really need to go to the Drs about going on HRT patches as these flushes are all the time now. But anyway I was quite proud that I did the video, I just hoped Master could send the video to my phone. But I think I did okay, Now all I had to do was see Daddy’s video and PiggyJ’s. I think I’m in for winning this task for once. But I won’t watch their videos until Saturday.

Last Saturday we were going to theirs, Daddy was working until 4pm, I must admit I was a bit gutted but it was also nice chance for Master, PiggyJ and me to have some fun times before he comes home. Five minutes later Daddy messaged to say he was finishing at 3pm instead. Both Daddy and PiggyJ intended on getting drunk, and wanted me drunk too. Both of them said they get very naughty when they are drunk, I think I just go even more tired, it’s been ages since I was drunk, I think.

We left half an hour earlier than planned as we needed to go shopping, Daddy wanted some beer, PiggyJ wanted another bottle of wine, Master wanted a few ciders to mix with lemonade as he was driving, I wanted 2 bottles of wine and some nibbles. So I went and got everything and we headed to Bolton. We let ourselves in and met PiggyJ naked in the living room and I quickly undressed, putting all my clothes tidily away. She put the wine, beer and cider in the fridge but then asked me if I wanted a wine now. “Oh yes, why not.” I said. PiggyJ came back in with my sippy cup full, a large glass of wine for her and Master’s cider shandy. We talked about this and that, filling up the wine before Daddy was home. By the time he did come home, and filled us up again, that was a bottle each gone. And we were rather tipsy. Daddy downed 2 cans of beer within 20 minutes of being home to catch up. It does not take long for him to become a really, funny, silly drunk. At one point I swore, can’t even remember what it was about but suddenly Daddy told me to go and stand in the corner. I was gobsmacked coz he’s never done it before. Then Master said, “If she was going in the corner then it was only fair that she did it like PiggyJ did a while ago. Holding a coin on the door with your nose.” I threw a dirty look at Master whilst Daddy said,”That’s a good idea,” he went to find a coin. Coming back his hands in fists he asked “Left or right?” I pointed to the left hand, it held a 5p coin, handing it to me, he said,”If you picked the other hand, it wudda been a smaller coin. A 1p coin. Go on.” Throwing Daddy my best bratty look I walked to the door, just about to put the coin on the door when Master said “It needs timing.” Then Daddy looked around to find a timer. So being the brat I am, I put one elbow on the door, the other hand on my hip sticking it out as far as possible, with a look on my face that just said, “In your own time Daddy.” PiggyJ started laughing when she saw me, then Master said “Why don’t I put the timer on my phone ?” “Oh good idea Master,” Daddy said coming back in, stopping quickly when he saw me. “Erm what you doing ?” He asked, “Waiting for you.” I told him. “Well I’m here now so door, nose, coin now!” My evil look went past as I put the coin on the door then reached over to put my nose on the coin. I can tell you, this is not easy when you are a BBW. But I started, then began drumming my nails on the door, “What’s with the drumming of your nails ?” Master asked, “To keep me occupied,” I said. Daddy didn’t say stop so I continued. Then closed my eyes, mainly concentrating on not dropping the coin as I felt my nose becoming sweaty. Daddy came over to try to distract me, but I kept my eyes tightly closed, ignoring everything he tried to do. Quickly the 5 minutes was done so I moved away, picking the coin up as it dropped on the floor.

I sat next to PiggyJ then as Daddy sat next to me, Daddy asked Master who won the challenge. Master said, “Well there was one complete loser, who put little effort into it, singing 2 lines of a made upstairs song about singing a song, naked. And we all know that was Manho, (Daddy) so it’s between Serf and PiggyJ. But I do think there was a clear winner of this challenge, just by the look of sheer pain on her face that said, when will this song finish, it has to be Serf.

I must admit I was made up I won, I did put a bit of effort into it. Not that PiggyJ and Daddy didn’t put effort into theirs, they did, I was exhausted after doing it. But I felt guilty as I knew there was one other person who would have loved a trip out with Master and that was PiggyJ. So the next day I asked Master that even though I really was pleased I won and that I got to go to the cinema with him, could I pass over my prize to another sub. As I knew someone who would love it, but Master said No, I put the effort into the video so I deserve the prize.

I felt guilty for PiggyJ, but I couldn’t do anything about it.

So we continued to drink and natter when Daddy asked Master if he would like a foot massage. Now the funny thing with Daddy getting drunk is he comes out with some things, he would never ever say if he was sober. He said, “You go and get the massage oil J, I’ve been in work all day. Go on, do as you’re told.” PiggyJ’s response was, “I beg your pardon, go and get it yourself.” I think he realised he stepped over the line with her as he got up quickly and went to get it.  He came back sat on the floor in front of Master and took his socks off. PiggyJ had already taken his shoes off. Daddy pushed his jeans up as far as they would go, which was’t far as they were skinny jeans, then started massaging his foot.

Next thing I know, Daddy says, “ It’s hard doing it without a stool, Little Minxs come here and be Daddy’s stool.” I was quite happy sat with PiggyJ, my hand on her thigh, her hand on my hand, as we kinda rubbed fingers together, our closeness really becoming apparent, well no, we became very firm friends/sisters very quickly, I suppose I mean I was feeling more and more comfortable holding hands, kissing, there’s been no boob fondling or pussy touching yet, but each time we are together the closeness is growing and it’s only a matter of time before more happens. Anyway, I stayed being a stool for a while, as Daddy massaged Master’s feet, his hand would occasionally slip down to my bottom and slip between my legs, though on one occasion PiggyJ slapped his hand away, saying “She’s there to be a stool, not to be played with.” So he stopped, every now and then, I had to ask Master to move his foot to another area, then PiggyJ started to massage his other foot. Not sure how long this continued for but it felt like a while. Wudda been lovely if I was being played with too.

Anyway after a while my stool was no longer needed so I sat next to PiggyJ again, we chatted about anything then Daddy came in with another beer, and suddenly began swearing loads, dropping the F bomb 3 or 4 times in one sentence. I told him off, saying how am I supposed to stop swearing when you do it so much. “I agree Little Minxs, I’m sorry,” then he bent over in front of me and wiggled his ass for me to smack him. I put my hands up, “Sorry, not my thing, I can’t hit you or anybody,” I exclaimed, “Oh PiggyJ will do it,” Daddy said then moved along. Bent over in front of her, she raised her hand and full force slapped his cheek. He howled rubbing the area, it was such a hard slap, you could clearly see each finger, even each joint on the fingers, crimson around the outside and pale in the middle, she was very proud of this smack. Must admit so would I. I think Daddy swore again which was why Master said, “Oh this needs to stop, it’s not fair if Serf gets corner time for swearing when you, her Daddy continue dropping the F bomb. 5 minutes holding the coin with your nose now please.” Daddy did as he was instructed but because he was drunk he kept dropping the coin, meaning the timer restarted. By the time he actually got started properly, he probably had 5 minutes, but the timer began. Master grabbed the Jokari paddle that was already out, went over and swatted him very hard on one cheek with that nasty paddle. Daddy screamed out loud, as he danced about, so his coin dropped on the floor and the timer started from 0 again. Master repeated it again, even harder, once, twice all around the same area. As he screeched and grabbed his cheek, trying not to swear, then he was told to do his corner time again. As Master restarted the timer again. Daddy took a minute to get into position.

It was quite interesting seeing the Jokari being used on someone else. The skin went deathly pale at first then a deep crimson circled the white middle. As Master hit him 3 times, he was left with 3 quite big white circles the outside was then crimson, turning to purple, deep bruising all around them. It was also good for Daddy to experience the Jokari, he didn’t like it at all, now he can understand why I wriggle and fight so much when he uses it. Afterwards he did agree, he said that thing was the worst thing he’s ever experienced. Master then told him again to get into position and reset the clock, as Daddy thought it couldn’t get much worse, Master said, “Now we’ve got this outstanding punishment for Manho, ( Daddy’s nickname from Master,) 25 with the Jokari. I mean Manho, when I said I wanted us all to have a nice fun spanking, then I wanted to stick my cock in all your asses, why would you think this would include me getting a spanking of any kind ? At no point did I say I would ever be spanked, I am the Dom to all of you, I get to enjoy giving my subs a play spanking.” Daddy began apologising but Master quickly fired off 25 swats with the Jokari, they were not that hard, not as bad as the three in the beginning, but Daddy’s cheeks pinked up nicely. He was then told to do his 5 minutes cornertime. Master was enjoying winding him up as he kept forgetting to turn the timer on, or reset it before the alarm went off so in the end he must have been there nearly 15 minutes.

Finally it was done so we began to discuss what we were having for dinner. The options were Domino’s Pizza, a Chinese but that would mean Master would have to take Daddy to get money out first, or walk across the road for Kebab’s. After a very long discussion we decided on a kebab. I wrote down what everyone wanted, Daddy and I got dressed and walked over to the chippy. We met a lady Daddy called her Sue, we were having a laugh saying apparently she wanted to play with him, but he never did it. She wanted to be wife No2 but she’s missed the chance now as I’m his wife No2 and he’s not allowed to play with anyone else. Not sure if any of this was true or not, but she was laughing with us. After we had rather a drunkard chat with this poor lady, she told us we would have to come back in 20 minutes, so we popped to the shop next door to get Daddy more beer then went back home. I think Master and PiggyJ must have enjoyed a cheeky little play as Master had no jeans on now. I hope they weren’t waiting for us to go before playing. If Master wanted a blowjob when we first arrived I wonder if they would just do it in the living room, next to me and Daddy, and how we would feel.  I don’t think I’d be bothered, I’ve seen her do it before, maybe it’s just a sign that I’m ready to do more. I really wanna do more group fun and the intention today was for Master to give us all a group fun spanking, then he wanted to “fudge” our asses. Something Daddy was a bit unsure of, as he wasn’t keen on the idea of Master’s dick up his arse. But we all got a bit drunk instead, chatted more until it was time to go back for dinner.

Back at the chippy the poor lady had to put up with our silly drunkenness until everything was ready then we left. Home to eat dinner which was very nice then we put a film on. Well they picked Beverly Hill Cop, the original, it was rubbish so I snuggled into Daddy and fell asleep. I think he had to wake me up twice so he could move coz I was so hot and he needed to cool down.

When the film finished, Master and PiggyJ went to bed, Daddy woke me up asking if I wanted to play. Well apparently I jumped right up, awake saying yes please. I think it’s fair to say Daddy rocked my world. We had lots of fun I can’t say more than that. Lots of bottom playing, with dildos and hand, plus dildos up my pussy making me feel stretched to capacity, especially when he filled both at the same time. I didn’t think I could stretch anymore.

But Daddy had listened to me and PiggyJ, about dominating me during sex. He began telling me not to cum until he said, holding it for a long time, making me ask if I could cum then letting go, releasing my orgasm felt much more intense. I loved letting him take control of me during sex as well as in my life.

Though apparently I had a mishap with my teeth on his dick. Whilst giving him a bj I scratched him with my teeth but I didn’t find out until the next day when Daddy saw it. So I’m gonna have to be careful as I also cut Master’s dick the following Friday. But this was a bad one, he bled a lot, I know he had an erection so there was more blood in his dick, I had to hold his dick with a baby wipe over the cut, holding it tightly until it stopped bleeding. Master didn’t want a blowjob then but asked for a handjob. I was worried about his dick, luckily he wasn’t angry with me, he knows it was only an accident, he said I was going much harder with my teeth today, like an animal attacking her meat.

Well it has been a long time since I played with Master, either having sex or playing. G being Master hasn’t been around much, stress from his job, me having a very long spell with my back pain, meant there’s been nothing happening.

So when he asked for a bj, I was really happy to oblige. But I wasn’t prepared for the ending.

I broke both my Doms cocks !!!!!

Luckily they both still work, but I will watch my teeth and not get too excited whilst having them in my mouth in the future.
I do struggle with Master’s PA being so big now, so I tend to take it out, or put a smaller one in just for the bj, I love feeling the big PA’s inside me, just not in my mouth.

Anyway Daddy’s dick is fixed now, Master says his feels okay, it stings a bit when he’s having a wee but it doesn’t hurt. It looks like I caught his foreskin right at the base on his head. Kinda where the central seam is running down his head to the foreskin, So it looks like a flappy bit of skin at the moment. Master says it will heal itself so he wasn’t concerned with it.

Though today he said he was thinking about what consequence to give me.

I said, it was an accident, you can’t give me a consequence. So I will have to wait and see what happens.

 

Friday, Daddy got banned from sexy fun for 6 weeks too.

Friday’s blog.

Daddy’s now on a 6 week any sexy play ban.

 

When Daddy set my 6 week spanking ban, he never thought he would have to ask and check with Master that this was okay and would Master reinforce the ban too. I must admit I hadn’t given it a thought either.

Now I fully understand that first and foremost I belong to Master, and if there was to be a ban to be made then Master should be told the reason why, then asked if it was okay if Master reinforced the ban at home.

But it’s easy to think of this after the fact.

I didn’t and neither did Daddy.

So yesterday when Master came home from work, I could tell he was in the mood for some fun. His hands were wandering and he snuggled my neck. He was sat on his seat, trying to find space for all the remote controls, and he was dropping everything.

He always sits by the windowsill, has the bigger table in the room and has his foot stool to put stuff on.

Then he was trying to find space for some sweets he wanted to open.

I said, “Hang on a minute, before you drop your sweets, let’s decide what’s happening to the sweets that are already open. Are you eating the rest of these Bertie Bassetts ?    No. What about these 2 half packs of Haribo ? Don’t like the ones with the white on it. Okay, I will eat them, the Bassetts can go in the bin then. What about the rest of this stick of rock ?      No don’t like that flavour. Okay, Well let’s make things a bit better and throw the rubbish out, put these sweets in a container then look….. It’s tidier.” Apparently I was being very sarcastic and I needed to remember my place, as Master grabbed the hairbrush, going to grab me, I put my hands up, saying I was on a no spanking ban. “Not with me you’re not, no one asked me,” Master told me, as he threw me over his knee, grabbed my dress and held me down with one hand, the other hand spanking me 8-10 times, all the time lecturing me on how to speak to him. Finally I apologised the correct way so he let my squirming body go.

I went back to my chair messaging Daddy, telling him to message Master as he doesn’t think it includes him in the spanking ban.

A few minutes later Daddy messaged me, saying, I’ve been put on a sexy playing ban until 1st December. Master said because I hadn’t asked for him to be included in the spanking ban first, he has put me on a sexy play ban with you, PiggyJ and himself but has kindly honoured my request not to spank you until 1st December but I’m not allowed to play with anyone until 1st December.

No play, plus no spankings until December 1st, This was Daddy’s fault now we’ve no play. That was my bratty side thinking this. But Daddy said “Well you can play with Master and PiggyJ, I will be just sat in the corner watching.”

“Well it’s over with now, we can’t turn the clock back,” I said. “It’s just gonna be a long 6 weeks.” Daddy said, “Yeah it will, but PiggyJ is mad about it too coz it’s a punishment for her too as I can’t play with her.”
Oh “Fudge cake” I thought, Daddy has 2 weekends off in November, and we are going to see Daddy and PiggyJ for both those weekends. Damn and Blast It.

 

Feeling still depressed at these bans, I said my goodnight message to Daddy. Deciding to pull on his heartstrings because I was basically blaming him for what happened, I mean if he hadn’t done the spanking ban, we now wouldn’t have the playing ban too. Obviously it had nothing to do with me rolling my eyes and swearing. I’ve decided to share what I said.

We are going to have a pretty boring 6 weeks between the 2 of us really, lessons will be learnt, I suppose as Master would say,      Maybe we could do a jigsaw, play frustration, Connect 4, I’m good at Connect 4, bet you’re not. Good excuse for you to mark my maths homework too, you can go through all my maths instead of just marking them. But Saturday and Sunday with no play, no spanking,     we could do some baking, I can help Daddy make me a cheesecake, apparently I’ve still gotta wear my waitress outfit, so I suppose I can still serve you, get drinks or food for you though nothing sexual or spankie, I knew this 6 week spanking ban wouldn’t go down well. Shocking, it’s just shocking. Anyway, I’m going to bed, least I can read my book bout spanking, watch the videos and just wishful thinking.      Anyway, yeah we can just play some of C’s games, in me waitress outfit, serving you drinks. Wonder if I’m allowed to give you a massage or does that come under sexy fun, I will ask Master, Anyway, I’m gonna watch SpankingTube instead. It’s gonna be a long 6 weeks though. See of you hadn’t done this 6 week spanking bam, none of this wudda happened, so I’m blaming you, it’s got nothing to do with me.So I’m going to bed before I say something I shouldn’t do, coz I’m sulking now.

Daddy thought my message was hilarious, playing it to PiggyJ, “She’s pulling on your heartstrings again, making you feel guilty for punishing her.” PiggyJ told him. “Oh I know exactly what she’s doing.” Daddy told her.

I earned myself another set of lines !!!!!

And massaging comes under sexy fun, so no massages, Master told me.

The following morning Daddy decided to get his own back from my night night video, making out he was really upset bout the message I left, he felt very guilty about what happened and was very very sorry. I replied that he shouldn’t feel guilty, it is what it is and lessons have been learnt. I was only pulling on your heartstrings.

Daddy video called me then, laughing, telling me he just got his own back.

Mmmmmm I will try harder next time I said. Oh no you won’t little girl, I’m fully aware of what you try and do, I can promise you, it won’t happen again.” He told me.

So my punishment got changed, I still have to do extra lines for forgetting to send my lines yesterday, but now I have to write them backwards for pulling on Daddy’s heartstrings.

Master set his punishment for not sending his lines, write his lines in reverse tomorrow.

So in the morning, I’m going to have to really concentrate writing my lines, so I do them properly.

 

Saturday.

So far this morning I have written Masters reverse order lines, done my maths and I’ve nearly completed the first set of Daddy’s lines, but needed a break coz my eyes were going funny so I decided to finish this blog, though it hasn’t helped my eyes from blurring, but I will continue in a bit. I want to do them properly.

Been in trouble a lot this week.

Been in trouble a lot this week, and it’s only Wednesday.

I’ve not felt too great this week, hot flushes day and night, more exhausted than normal, very snappy and irritable, If I wasn’t on the contraceptive pill that makes me have no periods, I would swear it’s PMT. But I’ve finally made an appointment to see the Dr as I do think I’m in the menopause now. The flushes day and night are ridiculous, almost as soon as I get dressed, I’m dripping wet again so much I feel I should get another shower and put fresh clothes on. Never mind my mood swings.

Daddy has seen my mood swings a lot this week, snapping, irritated, emotional, the whole shebang.

I’ve sworn once, so had to write 100 lines extra yesterday but then I swore again so I said, “I presume you want me to do another 100 lines.” He never said yes but he never said no, so I thought that meant do it. But apparently whilst on video chat with him, he said “ You chose to do an extra 100 lines, I never said do them. So if I haven’t said do it, then you don’t them.” My mood began to grow, he began asking have I written any of my book, I was very very close to telling him “No, I’ve “fudging” not as I’ve had no time.” Instead I gave a very grumpy “No I haven’t.” in a very moody, irritable voice. He told me off for speaking disrespectfully and do not go and roll your eyes at me again. This got my mood worse, “Well I did it twice yesterday and you never even noticed, “ I snapped at him. “Eh when ?” He asked, “I thought you may have rolled your eyes when you sent me your night night video but I thought it was just you being tired. Oh yeah, you messaged me, telling me that you weren’t really rolling your eyes, when you were.”  I grinned at him and began giggling. “Don’t you start giggling at me young lady, what have I said bout rolling your eyes?” He asked. “You never even noticed so you can’t say nothing,” I pouted, folding my arms, huffing. “That’s got nothing to do with it, you’ve been told not to do it, Oh why do you do this, right you’re on a no fun spanking ban for one month.”
I stared at him in disbelief, “No fun spanking………..you do know that’s giving yourself a punishment, coz you love to spank me so you’re just denying yourself.”

 

You know I’m a total brat, no matter what the punishment is, I will try to get out of it and with Daddy it’s quite easy, I couldn’t do this with Master.

 

Daddy thought for a minute, “Oh, yeah, I never thought about that. I will think of something else.”  Over the next hour Daddy set one punishment, then changed his mind when I moaned, and again. Eventually he said do two pages of my maths book. Meanwhile I messaged PiggyJ, explaining what had happened, “He can’t set a punishment then change his mind coz you complained. He knows you will be a brat about it.” We chatted for a while, talking about other things I can do to entertain him, at the end of the day I am there to serve Daddy. PiggyJ said “You could spend the evening serving Daddy, serving Master and me, do massages, use you as a table or footstool. So Daddy is having fun with you. He could spank you his way, whether you cry, complain coz he’s having fun. He can f**k you roughly, so it’s not as nice for you. He can do deep throating coz he knows you don’t like it, breast spanking coz that’s another thing you don’t like, pussy spanking, ass hole spanking. Breast and pussy torture. There are many things he could do with you then.” We chatted for a bit longer then I let her continue working. Instead she video called Daddy, going through the same things we had talked about. But at the end of the day, he’s only been my Daddy Dom a few months, he will learn from these moments, even though I know I will still brat and try to wheedle my way out of the punishment. He then set me a punishment…..a no fun spanking ban until 1’st December.

That’s a 6 week ban !!!!    6 WEEKS

I was NOT a happy little girl.

An hour later Daddy changed his mind again, making it a months ban, he wanted me to wear a butt plug for my hearing test appointment tomorrow, putting deep heat on it, then with Master’s permission, he asked Master to bite my boob !

Master replied, saying that he needed a very good reason why I did this.

I didn’t think the crime fit this big punishment, but I think Daddy may have chatted with Master for a while as he changed the punishment back to a month.

I started getting confused, telling him you said the ban was until the 1’st December, and what about the butt plug or the bite ?

He video called me a while later, “Oh I’m so angry with myself, you Little Minxs have really pulled at my heartstrings haven’t you, you’ve made the most of my soft side but I’m telling you now, I’ve learnt from this young lady and this will never happen again.” I couldn’t help myself but giggle. “Little Minxs look at me, NOW.” He spoke firmly, there was a sternness to his voice, he was now deadly serious. “You will never manage to wheedle out of any set punishment again. I’ve learnt a great deal about this, I’m so cross with myself for letting you get away with it.” I began giggling again. “Oh you may well giggle but you’re punishment will be a fun spanking ban until the 1’st December as you so rightly reminded me, not a month.”  I looked at him, realising he meant it. “That’s like 6 weeks. 6 weeks.6 weeks for rolling my eyes twice,” I moaned, “Yes that’s right, you will not eye roll me again or try to hit my soft side to change your punishment,” he told me. “But 6 weeks Daddy ? Really ? what about the other things ?” I asked, pouting and sulking. “You can stop pouting now, it won’t work on me again, I can assure you of that. There will be nothing else added to the ban. Like I said earlier, if I have not said anything else, that means just the ban” Daddy sternly told me. “Now have you done your lines yet ?”

“No…………( I bit my tongue from saying more, ) I’ve not finished them.” I almost shouted at him. “You mean, No Daddy I’m still doing my lines, don’t you ?” He replied. Oh how my stubborn side really wanted to get out, I was raging inside, “No Daddy, I’ve not finished them yet, I need to count how many I’ve done.” My voice sounded sweet when really I wanted to say other things. I was so so mad.  How can I do things when we chat on video chat 4, 5 times a day for half an hour to an hour or more at a time. Don’t get me wrong, I could chat with him all day, every day, but I can’t do my chores, my writing, my punishments when I’m chatting to Daddy. Maybe we need to cut back the length of time we chat before Master makes it a rule, But that’s only a little thing, I love chatting to Daddy, a lot of the time we chat a load of rubbish, other times I’m winding him up or the other way around, but it’s still really fun.

So now I’m on a no fun spanking ban, I don’t know if that is for just me and him, or does it include Master or even PiggyJ and I. He’s not stated that so I’m going to presume he means just Daddy and I.

Dan you imagine how I’m gonna be after NO SPANKING for 6 weeks.

This is going to be a painfully long long time. Especially as Daddy has two weekends in November off, when hopefully we will be staying over, I will probably try to get a spanking of him but not a punishment. But somehow, I doubt I will win, but it would be fun trying

Daddy is getting stricter.

I’m really liking it now Daddy is becoming stricter, new things are getting added to the rules. Of course I will try my best to follow them, but when I’m in a mood, feeling bratty or just feeling cheeky these rules tend to be forgotten.

The other day on video chat, Daddy had disappeared off the screen, though he was still talking, I think it was about how his baby girl shouldn’t swear or misbehave. It was just general chat, so I said, “Oh, LaaDeDahDehDah, DehDah,

LaaDeDahDehDah, “ giggling. He quickly returned to the phone, “Oi don’t you LaaDeDah to me.”  

Mmmmmmmmmmm something Daddy doesn’t approve of, I can have fun with this, I thought to myself. Course he thought this was funny but also cheeky.

He has always said when I’m bratty he does find it funny, but as with Master, there’s a limit I can go to, it’s always fun to push further, as I can’t really push with Master.
If I was in a serious mood, sulking or having a tantrum, he would just send me to bed for an early night, or send me upstairs until I’ve stopped.

Yesterday we got onto the subject of eye rolling, and he said that was a definite No No, it’s disrespectful. I don’t quite agree with that, it’s cheeky yes, but disrespectful, I’m not sure about that. This morning I told him that if he really thought that strongly about it then it must go in the rules. Especially as he said, if I roll my eyes at him, I have to tell him, like I do with swearing and now the LaaDeDah thing.

Boy it’s hard being a good little girl every day.

Sometimes I think it’s funny when I know I’ve said something, sworn, yet he hasn’t noticed. As when he’s at home, him and PiggyJ swear all the time and also in their job, they swear with their colleagues. Though when he’s with me he doesn’t swear as much as I’ve explained how difficult it is when he’s swearing all the time. And that Daddy should show a good example to his little girl. But words just slip out of my mouth, like today.

Daddy video calls me, he said his colleague had just popped out to go to the shop for him.  Then I asked “Why aren’t you going to the shop yourself, you lazy bugger.” Then I stopped quickly, realising what I had just said. But Daddy never noticed, he just continued and said his mate was going for a drink so he was getting one for him too. We continued to chat then he had to go back to work. I messaged PiggyJ and asked her to ask him if all was ok, or had I got into trouble today, So at lunch time she did,  he hadn’t noticed until he video called me again PiggyJ came on and said “ What did I say, told you he wouldn’t notice.” Daddy was looking bewildered. So she said, “When you were chatting with littl’en before, did she say anything she shouldn’t ?” Both Daddy and PiggyJ call me littl’en, short for little one all the time. They call their son that too, and PiggyJ’s Dad calls her that, I think it must be a Bolton saying. Either way, I like it.  Anyway Daddy looked from me to her, still confused, so PiggyJ asked again. “No, not that I’m aware of, why has she…..have you been saying something you shouldn’t ?” He asked me, as I was giggling, so I explained, and he hadn’t noticed, I told him it was a slip of the tongue. He said, “I honestly didn’t notice, if it was the F bomb I wudda done.” I said “It was a pure accident, a slip of the tongue.” Then he never said anything else about it.

Yesterday I was in a mood from hell, having 3 hours sleep, I was in a mood with Daddy, Master and E. I admitted I swore like a sailor when a coat belonging to E slipped of the kitchen counter, taking with it a full, opened box of small screws. Well it was of course E’s fault, fancy putting his coat on top of the box of fucking screws, why can’t these men hang their fucking coats up ! Then it was Masters fault, why can’t he fucking put his tools away instead of months on the breakfast bar, and so on and so forth. Yes I swear loads when I’m very very tired. Daddy video called after I told him what happened, he said “You look exhausted, absolutely shattered. Right I want you to go to bed this afternoon, then punishment for all your swearing is bed at 8pm, no tv and I will tell Master so he knows as well.” “No tv, can I at least read my book ?” I asked.  Pouting but also aware he was right, he said he would think about it. But I mean it, straight to bed after our call. Unfortunately I couldn’t go to bed until nearly 3.30pm, coz my car are being returned after its service, so I had to wait for that but I did go to bed as soon as it came back, but only managed 30 minutes sleep if that. At 7.30pm, Master began telling me it was nearly bedtime so I guessed I still had to go up to bed at 7.45pm, Just before bedtime Daddy told me I could read until 8.30, but no faffing about. I did as I was told, and must admit I must have been tired coz it didn’t take long before I was asleep. Though woke up at 11.30pm, thinking it was 3.30am, but I was hungry so made a coffee, watched half hours tv then went to bed until 4am. So I had a good sleep, which it made me feel bright and breezy today but it didn’t.

Thursday we went to Blackpool.

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

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

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

 

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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