Our first week as Domme/sub.

Our first week as Domme/sub.

It’s been a really good week in our new dynamic, I had been really good following my tasks, making sure everything was getting done. New tasks were added, more maths homework to help with the maths I do with Daddy and I now do spellings a week. Midweek I have a mock test for each subject, Miss Adira marks it and makes a note so when I have my proper test at the weekend, I should get a better mark.

Only when I was talking to my good friend LittleM, who is in a Daddy/little, Mummy/little dynamic, did I think of another rule she may do. And that was to eat healthily, properly and follow fitness pal. LittleM’s new Mummy had just done a new rule about how many sweeties she is allowed a day. She went mad as she was only allowed 3.

Having this run around my head, I decided to ask if Miss Adira was going to monitor my snacks, choccie and sweets. She said “Funny you should mention that, I was going to make it a rule in the near future”, I spluttered, “Are you gonna stop me choccie?” horrified at the thought. “No, maybe limit treats, then if you’ve had good meals and drunk your water then you could have a treat”. She told me. “You’re gonna check my water too?”  I gasped. “You got me started……”she said. Stroppily I replied, “Do I get a say in this?”

This is where Miss Adira is good with words, she replied, “I’m kinda hoping you do….and it goes something like……Yes Miss Adira I will eat more regular, fill in fitness pal and evidence that I’m drinking enough water…….Thank you Miss Adira for then saying if I do this I can have some sweet treats.”

“I…….I…….uuuggghhhhh” I replied. This I’m learning is not the correct response.

“I’m waiting. You have until 14.00…….. to say what I’m waiting for….” She told me. I still refused to say what I knew she was wanting.

A 14.00, she messaged “Really !!!!!! Ignoring me now. Not advisable.” She warned. “I’m not ignoring you.” I told her.

“Well I’ve not had a reply and it was time sensitive…..”She replied back. Sulkily I said “I’ve not done a reply coz I’m in a mood about it.” “Ah okay…..well this next bit is really gonna solidify this mood. I want you to go upstairs and write on your body “I will not sulk at Miss Adira” from your boobs down to your knees. Then go downstairs, get 3 ice cubes and put them up your bottom and stand in the corner for 20 minutes in your pose…….then take pictures and share them with your Master and Daddy explaining what you have done to upset me. Oh you have to pose naked And the writing is to be in permanent marker.” I groaned in my head but still went and did it.

Once I had done my punishment I felt more open to talk about starting a healthy living plan. Miss Adira didn’t understand why I kicked off, I’ve said before I wanted to lose weight, but Miss Adira never said healthy meals, she just wants me to eat regularly, which I do, drink more water and have my sweetie/choccies intake monitored, but she never said no treats at all.

I asked “Is this to go in the rules and tasks?” she said “Yes” . This will include a weekly weigh-in on a Monday. Ideally she wants me to drink at least 2 bottles of water, I’ve measured my cup and it takes 250ml of water so my coffee intake will be included as its decaffeinated. But she still wants me to drink at least 2 bottles of water. She said she will reinforce this rule by making sure 1 bottle is drunk before lunch and 1 before dinner or I may find myself drinking someone’s wee instead. Guess I’m gonna have to try harder with this rule.

Miss Adira wanted to understand what peeved me about this whole thing, I said “Just being told to start better eating, and told to drink more”. She said “Is it not the fact that I’ll be monitoring it and that means you will have to try harder than you usually would.” ( Oh she knows me so well. ) “Probably a bit of that”, I said.

We then changed the topic, my punishment was done, Master found it very amusing then later that day I apologised to her.

That day she chose my 10 spellings to learn and also said I had my 3 times table to learn. I would have mock tests Wednesday and Thursday then the proper tests on Saturday and Sunday. This weeks are relatively easy but I’m to write the words out on 2 lines and write my times table 9 times. My first mock tests went really well, I got them all right. Next week Miss Adira said she would give me much harder words to learn.

After only a few days in this dynamic, it just feels so natural and I love being more involved with Miss Adira. She’s very dominant, and when we did my mock tests, she was sat in her office at work, wearing a shirt and tie, I really felt my submissive side as I did my test. And I loved it.

We discussed the punishment she gave me from the day before, she wanted to know if it was too soft….too harsh……not what you expected. I told her “It was exactly how I thought it would be”. Miss Adira said “There wudda been more but I decided at it was your first infringement I wouldn’t be too strict”.

We were going to have our first day together on Friday and I can’t wait. It will be just a nice gentle day, watching a film, having cuddles, maybe a play, maybe a fun spanking, if I’m a good girl.

Unfortunately my sleep pattern fell to pieces again because I started to wake up at 2am, and what happens when I’m tired….I get moody, grumpy and bratty. Miss Adira had been sending me for naps every day but even though I was nodding off downstairs, by the time I went to bed I was awake again. But if I’d stayed on the settee I wouldn’t of slept either.

On the Tuesday Miss Adira told me I had to have an early night, bed at 8pm. I wasn’t happy with this and I hadn’t had chance for a nap. I repeatedly asked if I had to go to bed early, she video called me to ‘discuss’ my bedtime. She told me I could stay up BUT if I started to nod off or I decide to go to bed early then I will be going to bed at 7.30pm for the rest of the week. (She didn’t think I’d be able to stay up). She said, have a chat with Daddy whilst your thinking about it but I want an answer. Daddy then decided to just set a 7.30pm bedtime. Miss Adira said to him, “You can’t override my decision?” “Oh I can, I’m her Daddy, she’s been up since 2am, she’s had no nap so she’s going to bed at 7.30pm.” looking at me, I knew I had no choice but I wasn’t happy.

But, this little incident turned me on, I loved the fact that

Daddy decided to override Miss Adira, that’s how it should be but it was just so sexy, so hot to hear him say I can override your decision because I’m her Daddy.

So that was it, 7.30pm bedtime. During the day I’d been chatting with our spanko friends and I disrespected Miss Adira. Instead of writing Miss Adira, I just called her she. Which sounded really awful, when I looked back at the sent message. I felt really guilty so I confessed.

Much to my surprise her reaction wasn’t what I expected. I thought she was going to Skype or video call me as soon as she read the message, and really tell me off. Instead she firstly appreciated my acknowledgement that I was disrespectful, as she knows I get like this when I’m tired. But then she told me, “This was something I would not tolerate especially when it’s down to tiredness, yet when I try to give you an early night you just strop about it”. But she decided I needed some contemplation time to think about how I should respect my Miss, even if I’m in a grump. “So I want you to have 30 minutes contemplation time, once, dressed before lunch and once, naked before dinner, until Friday. Sitting on your stool, no TV, no music, no tablet, no distraction. I want you to think about how you should respect Miss Adira and how I only do things for your wellbeing and to ensure you are the best you can be.”

A few days later I was chatting with DaddyW, our spanko friends from across the pond, he told me to tell Miss Adira that she needed to be much stricter with me, I never told her until he asked if I had, when I said no he said, “Well I suggest you go and tell her”. I immediately did as I was told. Miss Adira asked “Why would he say this?” I said “He knows me very well, and known me for a good few years. He knows I need very strict discipline, rules, tasks and love”. “Ahhhh right okay” she said, thinking about what I’d said.

Miss Adira and I chat everyday whilst she is at work, she checks what I’m doing and how much water I drink. On the mention of water I replied “Uurrrrrrrr you’re frustrating”.  Miss Adira was not impressed with this comment. “Drink some water NOW”. She told me, her voice had changed, a sharp sternness was there. Yet she replied, telling me she was laughing. Then I got this…….

“5 pages front and back, saying Miss Adira is not frustrating…… by 9.22am tomorrow.” As usual I argued about it, asking why. She told me, “I simply told you to drink water because you’re dehydrated not hungry.” I sulked for a while, deliberately doing other things. Miss Adira was waiting for the appropriate reply, which was not gonna come for a few minutes coz my stubborn head wouldn’t let me.  “Do I need to put a timer on?” she asked. “What for?” I said. “Waiting for this”, she said highlighting the appropriate comment. I wasn’t sure what the timer had to do with it but I was sure it would be something unpleasant for me, so I gave in and said “Yes Miss Adira”. “Now let’s think about your bedtime tonight, I think 8pm today”. She told me. “Yes Miss Adira”, I replied again. Thinking there’s no point to arguing or moaning about it.

That evening I sat writing my 5 pages of lines, I wanted to get as much done as possible so in the morning there wasn’t loads left to do. I’ve decided I need to think before I speak or type messages. Miss Adira had shown me the correct meaning of frustrating, which implied the ideas were annoying and she made me angry,  this was far more disrespectful than referring to her as ‘she’. But I’d never be angry with her, Master or Daddy, I was just peeved. I think I’m going to have to think before I speak in future.

The next day I’d got all my homework done early as I was up at 2am. I needed to go to town for a few things then go to Tesco to get some groceries, whilst I was in Tesco I received another message. “Forgot to say, lines by same time tomorrow, so 9.22am”. “Eh what lines ?” I asked. “Please turn your notebook upside down and write Miss Adira is kind, caring and loving, in colour please”. I stopped dead when I read this, I chuckled and smiled, I knew this wasn’t the end. “You want me to turn the pad upside down, and write that in the space that’s left on the lines, what all 5 pages again ? I……….” I stopped talking and just sent…I will keep my mouth shut emojis. “Thank you Aurora”. She replied.

Chuckling, shaking my head I had nearly finished my shopping but my back was killing me. I wanted to take a picture of something to make Miss Adira smile. I headed to the cucumbers, picked one with a very wide girth then took a selfie holding it. I wrote on the picture, what should I do with this ? Then sent it to Miss Adira. By the time I was home, I could hardly move.

I asked Miss Adira if I had to do my contemplation time, thankfully she said no but add a day to the sentence. “So none today. But you’re here tomorrow.” I told her. “I’ll say do Monday and Tuesday next week then that will cover all the days you are owed”. She said. “Yes Miss Adira”. I told her.

I’d had a burning question I’d wanted to ask for a few days but kept chickening out. “Can I ask 2 questions please?” I asked  “Could I have my cuddily with me when I see you and could I have her when you spank me?” “Why would you like your cuddily with you then?” Miss Adira asked. “Comfort when you spank me whether it’s fun or punishment.  I just want my cuddily with us”. I explained. “I’m happy for you to have your cuddily”, she told me. “Thank you Miss Adira, it’s funny I feel my little coming out with you. I like that.” I told her. “Do you think its coz I’m more strict ? I like the soft tender moments, you lying on my lap, me brushing your hair, or cuddle times”. She told me.

I think Miss Adira will be my mummy/teacher/Domme in one. Though neither of us want her to be a mummy, but a bit of all 3 would be good, I like that idea a lot. We were both looking forward to our first spanking session too.

Later that evening she messaged me, “So I’d like a video of you playing with the cucumber. I want it sent to me as I leave the house to come to your’s tomorrow.” She told me. “Yes Miss Adira,” I replied.

I wonder what tomorrow will be like, I cant wait.

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.

How Master and Daddy keep up to date with our D/s life.

How Master and Daddy keep up to date with our D/s life.

 

Yesterday I was asked how Master and Daddy keep up to date with the rules, tasks, punishments for each sub, so I decided to explain it in a blog.

When Master and I began our D/s life, we set up a whatsapp group for us, this was where we could talk to each other if we were in a room full of vanilla people. Master would write tasks or punishments in there as a record.

When we began our new life with Daddy and PiggyJ, we started with one group chat. It was soon evident that that we needed other groups.

 

We have the one group chat for us all to chat on.

And one group were punishments are issued.

I have a group with PiggyJ.

 

Master has;

A group chat with PiggyJ.

A group for her rules.

 

Then he has;

A group chat with Manho, ( Daddy. )

A group with his rules.

 

Lastly Master has;

A group with me.

My rules are in a separate book.

 

Daddy has;

A group chat with me.

A group with my rules.

A group with set consequences.

Lastly he has a group chat for my reward chart.

 

It may seem complicated but it works well, Master doesn’t feel like he’s messaging loads but we are all very happy with the setup.

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.

Another trip to Windermere.

Yesterday I had another trip to Windermere, this time it was with Daddy and PiggyJ. Daddy said he’s proud to go out with his 2 wives. I can’t help but grin when I write this coz it just sounds so nice.

Now as they live in the same town where Master works, I went with Master at 6.30am, far too early to be out, but then Daddy was there to pick me up from Masters work at 7.30am, we had to go to the supermarket for a few bits then went back to their house. Their son was still getting ready for school so there was no canoodling until he left. But as Daddy nor PiggyJ asked Master if they could play, we couldn’t do anything, I had asked and he said I could play but as the others hadn’t asked, I could not play with them.

Once their son had left PiggyJ and I had a kiss and hug, I said I wasn’t sure if I should kiss her in front of him so I didn’t. Not that he would probably notice as a typical 11 year old boy. His head is stuck into his phone until it’s time to go. Lol. I’m so glad the school days are over for us  But I had cuddles with Daddy whilst PiggyJ got ready. We were then heading back to near Masters work, to a pub for an all you could eat breakfast. And it was lovely and you could have as much as you wanted.

Then we headed to Windermere, the plan was to go on the same boat trip Daddy and I went on a few weeks before, but I wanted PiggyJ to choose this time, so she saw at the halfway point of the boat trip, you could get a steam train ride following along the southern point of the lake then back again, followed by a trip to the aquarium. We all decided we liked this idea and Daddy ordered the 3 in 1 tickets.

As we arrived at the same car park, we went to the same cafe/children’s play centre, the coffee is always nice in there but we had no room for cake as breakfast was so filling. As always Daddy poured our sugar into our drinks, stirred them before sorting his own drink out. It really is so sweet.

Then we headed to the pier to pick up the tickets and join the queue to get on a very old looking boat. Daddy felt very proud to hold both our hands as we walked along, PiggyJ and I had a few kisses whilst we waited to get on the boat. We walked right to the front of the boat and got a seat there, it was lovely, cold, but lovely. You could clearly see the mountains this time. We tried to imagine if we owned one of the beautiful houses that sat by the lake, or one that was sat huddled amongst trees all secluded. As you come past a biggish island in the lake you could see the top of a house, the island was privately owned, needing their own boats to get them to shore, so we decided that should be our house. Master could have his dungeon all kitted out, it was secluded and sheltered so you could walk around naked for ever, have outdoor fun and games without worrying about the neighbours. It would be perfect.

But it’s not for sale, plus no one was financially able to afford it, though we could only guess it probably cost a few million pounds for the house and island.

It’s nice having silly pipe dreams in your head. If we ever did the lottery you never know, we could find something perfect, if we won. But we would have to start playing it first. Lol.

Off the boat, we headed straight for the steam train, which was just across the pathway. It was difficult getting in, Daddy went first, PiggyJ took my walking stick and helped guide me up the 3 steep steps then I was in. We went into the first empty carriage. It just reminded me of the trains from The Railway Children or Harry Potter, the sliding door, the seats that could take probably 4 people on each side, the steam and whistle. It was very nostalgic.

At one time you went under a tunnel, it went pitch black, the lights had no bulbs in them, so we couldn’t switch them on, but coming out of the tunnel to big rolls of smoke from the engine. It was very pretty and lovely seeing the other part of the lake that you wouldn’t normally see.

We came to a stop, then I presume they were moving the engine to the other side of the train. Then we went off again as we just chatted.

A conversation we had had many times was punishment in a Daddy/little dynamic. I’d been chatting to other Daddy’s on Spanking Tube who said the punishment was as a normal D/s dynamic, so as adults, not thinking that, like for us, my little age was around 8 years old which meant Daddy wouldn’t thrash me with a belt, or punish severely, even though I know it’s what I need and want. But PiggyJ gave her views on it as well, and I think he has now agreed that punishment would be adult based.

So I commented on my potty mouth. Now PiggyJ and Daddy won’t say I’m wrong, they swear a lot, the f bomb comes out, many other words I wouldn’t say but many I would and have, but again Daddy didn’t notice until I owned up. He honestly said he only remembered me saying 1 f bomb, I said along with other words that these days, are just everyday language for most people. So he asked if I wanted this to be a strict punishment. I said Yes, he wouldn’t let me swear so much if we were alone.

Last tripout he threatened to spank me there and then regardless of who was around, I’m not sure if that’s true or not, Master threatens it but doesn’t because he’s worried what people would say, but Daddy doesn’t care about that, so I’m not sure.

But even PiggyJ was saying you needed to be constant with the punishment too, so if she does it again during or after her punishment, then Daddy needed to take the next step until she realises she should not swear at all. I think PiggyJ has got the idea of how I want Daddy to be, but it’s training him, guiding him so it becomes natural for him, and it is working. He has found he has a sadistic side, nowhere near the same extent as Master. But every time we play he’s learning more. I also made a point of what happens if my back plays up. I told them that the only time Master didn’t do an expected punishment was if my back was really really bad.  Then it was only postponed, but if it was bad but not too bad, he may say a different position, like over the bed or lie over the settee rather than OTK or other positions he likes to put me in, Daddy listened carefully and said okay that will work. I assured him I never use it as an excuse not to get the due punishment, my back is a very serious health problem so I would never mess around there. Master and Daddy would be furious if I did that.

PiggyJ spent a while discussing Master, his little tricks to get you in trouble, or his annoying little habits he has. It was good to.know she has got him right immediately, saying she knows when to stop and shut up plus she has learnt from experience what happens if she back chats him.

It was good to discuss how we each felt about it, going from discussing piss play, blood play with Daddy, starting the anal play which is just beginning with her. I was able to advise, listening to her as she trains her gag reflex, she said I know the time will come when anal.plugs will be used and other things.

She’s been watching a lot of our videos, apart from saying I must be mad to enjoy what I do, there were a few things she watched thinking no way, and others thinking I was mad but willing to give it a go. I think she will become a really good sub for Master, well not even become, she is a perfect sub for him, until she throws a temper and is sent to bed. Then it’s welcome to my world.

Once the train took us back again, it was a v v deep step to get down, Daddy went first, taking my stick then I took PiggyJ’s hands to help support me getting down. I must admit that hurt a lot.

We then went on to the aquarium, and there were lots of steps to get upstairs, but PiggyJ said “there’s a lift,” so Daddy said “right we will use that.” I tried telling him that I was capable to walk upstairs, but I got the look, followed by “we are taking the lift,” so I chose not to argue. There was a very small niggle that my independence was being taken away even more but I know that’s not true. It’s the love both Daddy and PiggyJ have for me, for us, to care for me and look after me, and make sure I don’t do stupid things or push myself too far. And they both know I would but if I did, I would get a flare-up, meaning no play, usually meaning punishments for pushing myself too far as well because Daddy is being very strict on that. But I know it’s for the best too. Even if I strop.

But we had a lovely walk through the aquarium, it wasn’t huge, which was good really, as I was beginning to hurt, towards the end you went down the stairs, or in my case, we went down in the lift and you walked under the aquariums, seeing some pretty huge fish. Some names I recognised due to me liking to watch certain fishing programmes that Robson Green presented. There’s nothing wrong with a bit of very nice eye candy during a program, especially if he’s only wearing shorts. HHHMMmmmmmm yummie. Very nice eye candy.

Anyway we finished with the aquarium and had a while to wait for the next boat, so we went to the cafe, had a late lunch/early dinner. But when I asked for a glass of water to take some meds, that’s when Daddy realised I was sore. We sat down and I took them immediately, I think he was a bit annoyed I didn’t tell him, but we were in the aquarium, there was nothing to be done until we left there and I didn’t want to leave early.

We had a very big coffee and a panini each and finished just as the boat arrived. Now where we came out of the cafe, apparently the queue to get on the boat was right around the other side and I really didn’t feel I could walk that far around to get to the end of the queue, so Daddy told a rather brusque harbour man that we would stay there and wait until the end of the queue, and he watched to make sure we did not jump in.

At first we were going to sit inside but Daddy spotted the front outside area was free, though it was very cold, it was also really nice. The fresh air blew away the cobwebs, it was cozy, it felt special, Daddy sat with his girls and how proud was he looking all the time, it just felt right.

On the way back to the car I had to walk slower, I’ve been trying to keep up to Daddy’s paces all the time when really I should just say you will have to walk as if you had a 90 year old wife and go slow, very very very slow. Even my “fast” pace is an 80 year olds pace, but then that’s not fair because my Dad is 84 and still flies around the house. Though I am a little bit quicker than my 84 year old mum. I sat in the front seat on the way home, PiggyJ soon fell asleep, Daddy and I were quiet, but a good peaceful, quiet.

Master was already home when we got home, I made them all drinks and I could tell that Master was going to want some fun with PiggyJ before they left. Eventually Master stood up, held his hand up, so she took it and off they went. Now as Daddy hadn’t asked if we could play, we couldn’t, but to be fair, I think we were both too tired, plus he probably wouldn’t want to play incase it made me more sore. But we enjoyed snuggles, though I had to share him with the dogs, they both wanted to sit on Daddy R’s knee. Funny how the dogs know his name already, I’m getting them to recognise J’s. After a while we heard a sharp slap, we both looked at each other as the slaps continued and sounded painful. “That sounds like a punishment,” Daddy said. “But she’s not earned anything, her slate was clean after her bad one on Saturday.” I said, I must admit, we were both confused. It certainly sounded like a punishment. And it didn’t seem to finish, we heard PiggyJ cry out a few times, then a sharper cry and we both said, “That’s Master biting her, probably where he’s just spanked her.” Then it still carried on.

Eventually they finished and came downstairs, PiggyJ looked like there may have been some tears, or she was fighting them away. We asked if that was play, “Oh no, tell them what you called me.” Master said. “I ermmmm I called him a smart arse. Coz he said something so I just replied smart arse. Then all of a sudden he was up, rummaging through the toy drawer, pulling out the Jokari paddle, he began walloping her hard on her jeans covered ass. Not long after, he just yanked her jeans down, panties too and continued. PiggyJ has begun a healthy eating program and has already lost quite a bit of weight, which was why he was able to just yank them down without needing to unfasten the button or zip. The louder cry was a bite where he was paddling her, but apparently it was only a “small bite”. But this will teach her not to call Master any such names, in jest or in anger as it doesn’t end well for ones backside.

After that, we said our goodbyes, waved them off and left Jayne with a burning bum for her one hours journey home. It’s only Daddy that’s not experienced that Jokari but he’s been a very good boy for Master since that whipping punishment a few weeks ago, but now PiggyJ understands how bad the Jokari was.

We’ve not long until we see them again, actually seeing them tomorrow, (Wednesday), Thursday they are staying over here, and doing something Friday. So a very nice few days ahead planned.

Saturday with Master, Daddy and PiggyJ.

We had arranged a play day with Daddy and Piggy, not being able to sleep over because we were still looking after my in-laws 2 dogs. And I knew full well the pup would bark and cry all day, even though E was home. And the other dog will bark at every noise going, so it wasn’t fair leaving E alone with them, as I knew how exhausting it was looking after the pup, At 6 months old, he was a bundle of energy and would just bark until you played with him. Usually throwing a ball for him to catch it, so it was too much for E. Instead we decided to go out during the day, so we left at 11am, getting to their house for just after noon.

We were greeted with PiggyJ and Daddy naked as always, one of Masters rules was that we must always be naked in Masters presence. Kisses for everyone, we dumped our stuff on the kitchen table, and I went to give Daddy a longer kiss and hug, and Master and PiggyJ were doing the same. Daddy had a funny look on his face, I asked if everything was okay and he said Yes. I knew he was full of the sniffles, so I presumed it was because he was feeling rough. I later realised it was because he had had his hair cut and I hadn’t noticed. Sorry Daddy.

Going to the kitchen to make Masters coffee as PiggyJ can’t make coffee, but she was watching me. She only drinks what I would call stewed tea. Yuk. She found the smallest mug for him, he doesn’t like big mugs like us, then I spotted the mug Daddy had bought for me. A beautiful mug, hang on, can you call a mug beautiful ? well it was, a big china mug with large purple flowers on it, a black feather was on the inside. It really was gorgeous. Anyway I made my coffee, poured hot water into PiggyJ’s mug with her teabag stewing, Master’s coffee was in the microwave, I asked PiggyJ to make Daddy’s because it was using a Tassimo and I wasn’t sure how to use it. PiggyJ did that but didn’t know what else to do as she doesn’t make his coffee. I asked Daddy if he used a milk pod for his coffee but he said no, milk from the fridge is fine. Now I know he doesn’t have much milk, so I poured some in and took it to him, asking if he needed more milk but he said no, it was perfect. I finished Master’s coffee, took his and mine in, then asked PiggyJ of her tea was ready. She said, “Oh no, it will be ready when you realise you’ve forgotten it, then it’s stewed long enough.” Again yuk. So eventually it was ready, poured some milk in then brought that through.

It was then that I took my dress off, I had a hidden treat for Daddy, I was wearing my red basque underneath, so had to give everyone a twirl before I could sit down. Daddy liked it a lot, so did PiggyJ. Daddy had suggested that we go to the cinema, we went back and forth should we go or not when Master just said, “For god’s sake, make a decision, you’re like an old married couple.” We continued for a minute when Master said “Right you are going, choose what you want to see.”

So decision made, we chose from Mile 22 or the new Predator, we picked Mile 22. Meanwhile PiggyJ and Master started asking if they wanted to go to the cinema, she wanted to watch The Nun, a horror but Master doesn’t like horrors, so they decided they would stay home. Daddy made lunch for us all, I helped wash up and put things away, he made beef sandwiches and crisps, popcorn for me, then Daddy checked times for the cinema. But I forgot to tell Daddy to put no butter on Master’s sandwich, he was just busy doing his thing, but he ate most of it, that was my fault for just not remembering to tell him, which is mad coz he’s never had butter or margarine on butties. Now once we found out times, we realised we had 20 minutes to go before it started. Everyone had finished their lunch except me, I’m a slow eater, so I only had a bit left, Daddy went to get dressed whilst I munched on my buttie, getting my dress on, asking Master to fasten my buttons because I really struggle with buttons with longer nails and my fingers don’t work well these days. So I had another bite of my buttie and was full then, so took my plate into the kitchen, got my bag and we were ready. We had gone in my car this time, as Master’s car needed it’s MOT, so I had to drive but Daddy was very good at directing me. Daddy asked if I had permission from Master to play today, I said “Yes but as soon as my back gives me any pain, I must stop, Did you ask Daddy?” I asked him, he said “No, hang on, I will message him.” We got to the cinema which seemed to have a bit of everything, snooker table, arcade games, big sweet shop, big drinks and snacks shop and more screens upstairs, I think there was about 16 screens in this cinema. Getting our tickets, buying a bag of sweeties, we found our screen and found a seat near the back, but in the middle.

Settling down, I snuggled into Daddy and as it was already dark, he began lifting my dress up. I put one leg up on the back of the chair in front of me, the other leg as sideways ways as possible. Daddy immediately began tickling my clit, doing the thing he does to get me high very quickly. I could hear Daddy chuckling quietly as he continued. I shuffled my bum closer to the edge of the seat as he sat forwards a little and fingers slipped inside. Closing my eyes I began enjoying this too much, his thick fingers stretching me, teasing my clit, then he slipped out. I think I gave a quiet moan as I heard him chuckle once more. We kissed like new lovers on the back row of the cinema, then once the film started we stopped. Throughout the film, Daddy would give me a kiss, then his fingers began to wander down again. He began fingering me, OMG it felt fucking awesome, and I could feel myself close to having an orgasm, but so difficult when you have to be quiet. But those fingers continued to do magic things, as I sunk into the seat and enjoyed this quiet orgasm. Daddy slipped his fingers out still teasing my clit until he moved his hand, and gave me a kiss. He slipped my dress down a little and sat himself back down and watched the film.

During the film I tickled and rubbed around his cock and balls. Using my nails to tease his head as I felt him grow inside his pants. I heard a quiet groan as I continued to tease him. Then next thing I knew, Daddy sprung open the buttons on his jeans, and pulled his cock out. Immediately I grabbed it, rubbing his head, playing gently with his PA. Playing with his cock, hearing him gasp and groan was really exciting because of where we were, it felt really naughty, especially when he quickly moved my hand, “I’m gonna cum.” he whispered and tucked himself away, then we behaved ourselves for the rest of the film. When it was over, we got ourselves tidy, or so I thought until Daddy asked if I needed a wee, I said, “No, do you ?” He said “No,” so we continued to walk out. Then he told me his jeans were still open, I think he wanted to carry on our play in the toilet, but giving him a BJ in the disabled toilet just felt seedy. So we got to the car and he said, “I wonder if we could find a private spot for the car.” I giggled, the naughty school girl giggle, and as I started driving I told him to find a spot where we could play, we seemed to drive for ages before we got to a private road, we drove towards the end of it where it was a dead end, so I turned around went back down, then pulled into a cut in for cars to use if they needed to turn around, and parked there. Now this was something new for me, I pulled the seat right back, Daddy moved his then reached towards me to kiss me. His hand reached for my dress, pulling it up as I slipped to the edge of the seat, spreading my legs as best I could. Daddy’s fingers immediately found my sweet spot, tickling my clit, making me gasp, I slipped further down the seat as fingers found my ass too, this time because I felt so horny from our previous play I reached an orgasm quickly, without much movement. It felt exciting, thrilling and naughty. “Enjoy that baby girl ?” Daddy asked,  “Mmmmmm “ I replied still in the moment. When I opened my eyes, Daddy was grinning at me, “Would you like a BJ now ?” I asked. “Oooooo yes please.” Daddy said. “Right get yourself as comfy as possible,” I told him. He moved the back of the seat as far as it would go so he was close to lying down then he slipped his cock out again. I bent down “Be careful with your back babygirl.” He said as I took him in my mouth, I hoped the PA wouldn’t hurt. I heard him groan, so I knew it was good so I continued to suck, tease, nibble his head. Soon after hearing Daddy groan, muttering Oh Fuck over and over, his voice becoming more guttural, as I continued and he shot his cum into my mouth. Continuing until his thrusts stopped, I cleaned him up and sat up again, grinning at Daddy. “Enjoy that ? no pain from the PA ?” I asked, “Oh yes, I was so ready for that and there was no pain at all.” I giggled saying “Good, I’m pleased there’s finally no pain.”

So this was my first proper blowjob that was with someone else, not Master.

This was my first blowjob I’ve done in a car, I think.

And this was our first proper blowjob I gave Daddy, the first time I’ve swallowed someone else’s cum, not Masters and all my firsts were pretty amazing.  

Daddy and I just giggled for a few moments, before he sorted himself out then went outside for a wee. I sorted my seat out again as I waited for Daddy, then he sorted his seat, putting our seatbelts on, we were both just grinning. I set off back towards home, Daddy suddenly said, “Will Master be annoyed with our play outside ? We didn’t ask.” I said, “We both asked to play, an he said yes, so it makes no difference if its indoors or outdoors, don’t worry.” “Maybe you shouldn’t blog it.” He said. “No way, I’m blogging this Daddy.” I told him. “Master won’t mind.” I think Daddy just went into a panic incase we broke the rules but I don’t think we did break any rules. But I will speak with Master on the way home.

Once home Master and PiggyJ were in bed, we left them to it and made a coffee. Daddy played a game on the tv, like the Zuma game, then I had a go, much slower than Daddy. So I just watched Daddy and drank my coffee. When we both had our coffee Daddy said, “Right play spank time, get the video ready.” He said whilst he went into the bag, picking up the jokari and Little Devil Paddle.  All set up he told me to stand by him, whilst he squeezed my bum cheeks, getting the blood flow going he said. Turning me to face him and played with my nipples, sucked them then took a bite of my tit, I hate biting, I could feel my hands fist up, tapping the sides of my legs, my eyes bulging as he kept up with it, then he let go, leaving a round pattern of teeth on me. I glared at him, throwing him the death stare, making him chuckle. Then he told me to bend over his knee. Daddy’s first few whacks were really hard, so hard I began trying to get away, he carried on until I managed to slide off his knee. He asked if he was going too hard, so I replied “Yes a little bit. When you don’t get any spanking all the time, your pain threshold drops so it just needs building up again.” Daddy apologised and said he would go more gentle, so I climbed over his knee again. This time some were gentle, some were still very hard but Daddy has to learn how hard to go, it’s something only he will learn with practice. Every now and then he would stop, ask if everything was okay, did I want to stop, but I told him to continue. He mixed up the paddles, once hitting very hard with the Little Devil. “Oh it looks like I’ve done damage,” He said, rubbing my bum. “Is it bleeding ?” I asked, “Only a tiny bit,” he said. “So that’s fine, carry on ,” I said. So Daddy happily continued learning how much strength to use. And it was great fun.

Every now and then, Daddy stopped, rubbing my bottom he fingered me, both holes filled with his thick fingers, then he stopped and carried on spanking me. The next time he fingered me he spiralled me into an orgasm, a lovely tender orgasm, that still rocked my world, because he didn’t have me thrusting and squirting like normal. But that was fine because this was something else I can’t describe, filled with emotions and love. I don’t have many of these tender orgasms, mainly coz I love rough, wild ones, but when I do, they blow me away.

Daddy told me to stand up, he was going for Mr Spikey.  “Are you sure about this ?” He asked nervously. “I said yes, just don’t go hard or over the tattoo, sit spots and left cheek are fine.”
What I completely forgot was the internal tens machine at the top of my left cheek, Master pointed it out when he saw the dots on my bottom, So I explained to Daddy, I just completely forgot about that.

But we had such fun with Mr Spikey, it didn’t bother Daddy seeing the blood, he would ask me if I wanted to stop, but I said no. I love Mr Spikey. Occasionally he added the paddles to the play, I could feel spots of blood landing on my legs, and love this feeling. Daddy said, “I really think you are mad for liking this.” It made me giggle but I do. Eventually Daddy said “Right I think that’s enough now. Let me get the wipes.” He ran upstairs and I stayed put, not wanting blood to get on anything in the living room.  He came back carrying the wipes and his belt, he went to the kitchen to get a rubber spatula, so began using the spatula, aiming for the back of my legs, which stung like hell. Then getting the belt he said “I’m sure I owe you 10 with the belt too.” As I was going to object he began, I must admit I didn’t feel the burn I usually feel with leather, that could be he wasn’t hitting hard enough or my bottom was that numb now, I couldn’t feel much. Either way, I know I will feel it again and I know he will go much harder so I feel it. After his 10 with the belt, he tried to clean me up but it was hard work, Daddy was going to let me have a bath anyway so we decided it was better to just get in there, so my bottom gets a good clean. This time it was a bath just for me so I could have it nice and HOT hot, Daddy put some music on, can’t remember what we listened to, to be honest, because we had so many different artists on during the spanking, but it was nice and Daddy sat on the toilet seat chatting with me. I must admit I loved the bath, if they lived closer I think I’d be round daily for a bath, I miss it so much. Daddy shoulted to PiggyJ to get the dinner started, she was making cottage pie, basically minced beef cooked with mashed potato on top then grated cheese on top of that then cooked in the oven. PiggyJ was still in bed with Master so Daddy went to their room and told PiggyJ to get up. Then it was time for me to get out, Daddy watched me carefully as I climbed out of the bath, handing me a towel. As we went downstairs I called to Master to see if he was coming down. He called “No, I was hoping you would both join me in bed.” Okay, I don’t need asking twice and Daddy wasn’t bothered, so we went in, climbed either side of Master. I wasn’t sure how Daddy felt about being next to Master in bed. This is the side I need to get used too as well, seeing Master so comfortable in having Daddy cuddle him in bed was a bit strange at first. I know we had that experience with the transgender lady, and he sucked her cock, saying “To me it’s like a big clit,” so I think he was comfortable but I wasn’t sure how Daddy felt. Yes they have hugged and kissed but this was different. However it felt really nice, it felt natural, Master gave me a kiss then Daddy, as I stroked Daddy’s arm. Master asked Daddy if he would like to suck his cock, well is was like an ask but a “I want you to do it” sort of ask. But Daddy did as he was asked, I stroked Daddy’s head as I kissed Master. This felt okay, but all I thought about was how was Daddy feeling doing this. But I was enjoying it and I knew Master was because I asked whilst Daddy was doing it. After a few minutes Master said, “How would you like to climb on now ?” I’m not going to turn that down so Daddy moved back as I very unsexily tried to climb on. It’s not a sight I’d want people to see, my hips don’t go that wide when on top and I tend to lie on Master first, get my legs as open as they can, then try to position myself on his cock. But have to lean to the side a bit, like I say, very unsexily. But once in position it was nice, very very nice, Daddy began sucking on one of my tits, then fingers suddenly were thrust up my ass causing me to swear, because it was fanfuckingtasticly awesome. He even got a finger on my clit, playing with my button, thrilling me more. “Oooh I’ve got fingers, cock and mouth on me, this is good.” I said, making both guys chuckle, but it was fucking great, I want that again. Being on top, means you do most of the work, thrusting deep. BUT my back began throbbing, I slowed down but then it was like shooting pains, so I had to stop, I felt really pissed off about it.Telling Master he immediately said “Stop,” so I ungainly climbed off and tried laying down again but after a while I had to sit up. I loved this first play with just me and the guys, it was fun, great fun.

After a few minutes I had to stand up, so we decided to go down as our dinner should be ready, We hadn’t realised it was 7.30pm, I quickly took my meds, then PiggyJ started to dish up the dinner. Bringing it to us in the living room, it was delicious, we all said a big thank you for her making it. She had bought Master some YumYums, and Daddy had made a white chocolate cheesecake and OMG it was gorgeous. Gingernut base, that was lovely and thick then a very thick topping of the cheese mixture. It was yummie. There were mini white buttons in the mixture and white chocolate shards at the top. Daddy gave me 2 slices to take home which I enjoyed on Monday and Tuesday.

Dinner done we were sat watching a film when Master said “Well we better get the other thing done before it’s too late. Piggy’s punishment.” I could see PiggyJ’s face fall, I think she hoped he wouldn’t do it because of the time. We already knew Daddy and I were going to be watching, well filming it. Daddy did the bottom end, I did the face end  so we got ready whilst Master got the Giant Devil Paddle and the whip, whilst PiggyJ got into position.

Master started quickly, and boy, coming from the slave who has had lots of experience with this Devil, it sounded very very hard and judging by her reaction it was very very hard. After 10, he changed sides, doing another 10. “Right that’s 20 done. Next 20.” Master told us. Following with another 10, change sides, another 10. Poor PiggyJ was struggling, tears flowed but I was so proud of her because she didn’t move from position, like I would, she actually stayed quiet too, something I can’t do, I try but end up crying out until he puts the gag on.

Then Master changed toy, he picked up the whip. I’m not sure if PiggyJ was told at the beginning, I honestly can’t remember but I know she certainly felt it and the welts forming over her hips were really big. But she took it really well. 10 on each side, she started shaking after each one. “60 done, now you’ve 20 left, you can choose 20 with the whip, paddle or 10 of each.” Master said. It took a while before PiggyJ replied, saying 10 of each, I must admit I was surprised by her choice. Thinking she was very brave choosing that option. Personally I think I’d have done the 20 with the paddle, just because the whip wraps around your hip so badly, that causes much more pain.

So Master did 5 each side with each pain implement, then it was over. During the punishment she was reminded that if she refused to do a task and not ask what the consequences were, this is what happens, and if it happens again, it will be a lot worse.

Master gave PiggyJ a big hug and kiss, probably giving her ass a squeeze as a reminder, then PiggyJ apologized. She looked at it as a lesson learnt. Won’t be the only time for a severe punishment for her, she is stubborn and pigheaded like me, so I’m sure there will be many more times for us both. Not so much for Daddy as he doesn’t take punishment well so tends not to break any rules. It’s just us girls both guys have to deal with LOL.  

Once that was done it was time we had to go, the dogs had been without us for too long, so we packed up then we said our goodbyes and left. On the way home I told Master about our fun, I said, “I didn’t think you’d be upset with our fun as it was still within the rules.” He agreed, a”As long as you both ask, that’s all that matters. Where and when you play on your playday is your choice.” I was pleased he wasn’t bothered by it as I think we may have few more outdoor adventures in the future. LOL.

Saturday night away.

I packed a good selection of toys, ones I knew Master would like, and some I thought Daddy would like. My plan or hope was to get the punishment done then later have some spanking / fun later. So I added the crop, Giant and Little Devil, the evil loopy and jokari and bath brush. A dildo, nipple clamps, pinwheel, body paints and crayons, my bite gag and selfie stick. Master wanted the tens machine and internal tens plug and I was told to bring my soap. Master packed the body harness, I packed my new baby girl pyjamas and slippers, my hairbrush and some aftercare cream, Daddy said he will do aftercare whether it’s a punishment or play, whereas Master doesn’t do aftercare when it’s a punishment.

I’d been shopping for some wine and bought a selection of goodies for us all, incase we wanted a snack later on.

I packed Little Minxs teddy, Daddy said to bring my pillows, I packed more puppy pads, no way was I going to squirt on the settee again, I would have to stop myself and get some out or just have them on the floor ready. Now Daddy can make me squirt I knew it would happen a lot. Which of course was fanfuckingtastic, ( Sorry Daddy. ) I needed to make sure we had everything for the morning, both our medications, wash bag, makeup. It felt like we should have packed a suitcase for the one night.

We needed a better bag that fit the toys better so we didn’t have to hide the handles from E, not that he would notice really but we still had to be careful.

So we left around 3pm, the journey felt quicker this time or maybe it was because Master knew his way, even though the sat nav was on. Master reversed up the drive and we got the bags etc out, J was at the door naked waiting for us. Daddy was naked in the living room. We got everything sorted, wine in the fridge, then J made Master a coffee and Daddy made one for me.

We chatted for a while then Daddy said he thought it felt very hot, and it was a hot, stuffy, humid day again, then Master realised I was still dressed, so I was instructed to get myself naked.

The dress and bra came off, when Master said to J, “Let’s get this punishment over with.” I think she may have grumbled but I’m not entirely sure. At the moment, J is following the rules very well, replying correctly to Master, Daddy is too. Master does often comment how I don’t reply correctly like they do. When we arrived, we found out we hadn’t packed the cans of lemonade, or the pads for the tens machine, apparently it was my fault and I was to just admit it, even though I reckoned it was both our faults but I was to apologise. We were in front of J and Daddy, I know I should have just apologised but I did feel we were both responsible for forgetting them, when I said nothing he gave me a hard, sharp slap across my cheek, I was showing him up in front of his new subs, so behind gritted teeth, I apologised for not packing the lemonade.

I know Master doesn’t like me showing him up.

Anyway, Master got the Little Devil paddle and him and J went upstairs to do her punishment. She had managed to earn herself 50 swats in the week. It wasn’t long before we heard the paddle hitting skin. Now naturally I’m not going to say to Daddy, are you going to get this punishment out of the way, so we just snuggled and chatted until Daddy finally said, “Right let’s get this done.” I got the Jokari, sorted the selfie stick and got my phone ready to video it, I think I had it too far back as you can see faces, I’ve got to see if Master will let me upload it or if it needs editing, I’m hoping we can just upload it, as it takes Master a while to edit it, I don’t know how to do it.

So Daddy was sat at the edge of the settee, “Right there’s no need to go over this again, you know what you did, don’t you ?” He asked me. “Yes Daddy,” I replied. “Now over my knee.” “Over both knees ?” I asked, “No, just the one,” As I bent over, he used his other leg to lock my legs together.

As I’m a known brat, there was something missing with this punishment and I was not going to say anything. Daddy had said I was to have a wet, sudsy bar of soap in my mouth for all the swearing I had done, but I wasn’t going to tell him, so I didn’t, even though the soap was in the bag.

Daddy rubbed my bottom, squeezing it, warming it up, then he began spanking me. And he has a very hard hand smack. He would smack, hold his hand still on my cheeks then give it a hard squeeze and rub. The smacks continued, in the same way and I could tell my ass was blossoming and becoming hot. He lectured me on why his little girl would not use bad language again, His hard slaps were certainly starting to sting, then he placed the Jokari on my cheeks, “How many have you got left ?” Daddy asked. I lifted my head up, trying to twist around, “What ! I’ve not been counting, you didn’t tell me to count.” I’d no idea how many he had done. He said “You’ve had 15, 30 left.” This may not be the accurate number but it’s as close as I remember. This is why I try to do the blogs on the same day or at least the following day, so I can remember everything. Anyway, Daddy started with the paddle and boy, it hurt, starting with 5 on one cheek, then 5 on the other cheek. Then alternating as I began to squirm around, he hooked his leg over my legs tightly again, his other arm held my waist firmly, I couldn’t wriggle to get away. Daddy then asked if I wanted 5 done quickly, I said yes, but do I need to count, Daddy said no, he would do it. But having 5 quick hard swats in one go hurt like s**t, then he did 5 on the other cheek. We got to the last 2 and Daddy asked for it to be quick, so I said yes please. The final 2 felt very painful, my eyes watered as I climbed off his knee, Daddy hugged me tightly and kissed me, I know he doesn’t like punishing me, not like Master, he does have a sadistic side but no where near as much as Master, but I need him to understand how much I need the severe punishment. Or even a seriously hard, fun spanking, it gives me a release, I suppose a bit like when I’ve squirted, I feel me again, I feel awake and alive again.

But I think Daddy is realizing this side of me.

I got the cream out of my bag, Daddy took some photos of my bum and then I lay across Daddy’s lap as he rubbed cream in. once it was done I snuggled into him, kissed and cuddled, ( Flip, I’m getting turned on just writing this. I wanna be over his knee again. )

But he’s made it clear he will NOT spank me as a punishment. This shocked me I will be honest, but he knows I would misbehave to get one. I think he doesn’t feel he could spank me as severely as Master, though he has said when we talked about my past misadventures from my blog, that if that happened now, he would be round like a shot and spank me so severely I wouldn’t sit down for weeks, not just days. I’m not sure that would really happen, but he promised it would.

After a minute or so J and Master came down, J was dressed but walking rather awkwardly, We had heard a few cries out from J during her 50 swats, I asked if Master took photos but he said he couldn’t because his phone was downstairs so I said oh they need to be seen. By looking on J’s face, I knew it hurt. And the bruises were extreme, not as bad as last weeks but the fresh bite marks right on her bruises looked awful. He took the photos then asked to check my bottom, he wanted to make sure Daddy had done a good job, and he said he was impressed. We chatted about the bruises whilst J hitched up her panties and jeans and I put my bra and dress on, I’m very pleased I don’t wear panties or any trousers anymore.

Master then decided it was time to get Daddy’s 10 swats done, before we went out for dinner so they went upstairs, me and J

chatted, it’s nice for us just to get some time alone, getting to know each other and we always end up making sure we were both happy, which we were, I’d like some more girl time so we can have a good chat, I know she can be a brat, Daddy has said he could see us both getting into serious trouble because of brattiness or moodiness.

I mean, ME MOODY, I don’t know what he means………….

Suddenly we heard a very loud scream from upstairs, J said, “Sir’s biting him, I bet that’s what that is. “ I agreed, I knew Master was enjoying biting J and Daddy, I can only cope with some biting, J and Daddy seem to cope better with much harder bites, then there was another screech. We did giggle but look shocked at the same time, I’ve not heard Daddy scream that loud. Then it went quiet upstairs, they must have been having a good chat, which is good when they can just talk as G and R, not Master and Daddy. Eventually they came downstairs, Daddy revealled his bruised bum, but the 2 bite marks right on the worst bruises were very shocking, no wonder he screamed. Photos were taken and Daddy got dressed, then we got ready to go out for dinner. The car journey was very hard for J, every bump hit her bruises and if I was truly honest, I was a little jealous coz my marks were almost gone now and after the spanking, there wasn’t much discomfort. But maybe I’m just a bit nuttie to be wanting to feel them, okay, yes I am, I love the feel, the look, feel proud of them, but also reminds me of what I did wrong.

On the way to the pub from the carpark, Daddy opened my car door, helped me out, I’d forgotten my walking stick so I linked arms with him, I made sure I walked carefully, especially walking up the steps, I lose a bit of confidence without my stick, worrying I may trip over and feel unsteady. But again Daddy, like Master, showed me how much of an old fashioned true gentleman he is, opening the door for me, pulling the chair out, pushing me in, handing me the menu before getting his, giving the waiter my order for food and drink first. Making sure I still looked decent even though I was sat bare on the chair, like Daddy told me to do.

We enjoyed a nice meal, just chilling out and chatting, it felt very comfortable.

The spikey mat we ordered came just before we left that afternoon, but it was very big, I hadn’t brought it with me, Master said it wasn’t suitable. So I was relieved to not have to sit on it.

A few days later when I was meeting Daddy, I showed him the mat and he said he wanted to keep it, thinking a seamstress would be able to cut it in half and sew it neatly. I told him I didn’t want the foam inside, Daddy said no, it would be too uncomfortable. I said, Daddy it’s supposed to be uncomfortable, you wanted me to sit on it during the meal as a punishment, it shouldn’t be cushioned. Daddy said, well okay, if that’s what you think, then take the foam out and get it cut in half, he can have one half at his house, I can have mine here. He said there were a couple of seamstresses where he lived so he would take it for me.

Anyway, poor J did look uncomfortable sitting down, Daddy didn’t look too bad, but Master had ensured he got the sit spot on J’s bottom. Daddy didn’t know about this area, being called the sit spot and that it was that area that got spanked the hardest, as that’s where you felt it the most after the spanking. Master told him to lift the buttocks up. then you can aim for the sit spot perfectly. That’s the best area to spank. Daddy listened carefully to this, understanding it, he looked at me and nodded, I knew he had taken this in.

When we got back, Daddy, J and I stripped off, we got some drinks sorted, the others had a fireball shot, I didn’t want one just then, I was quite full and I must admit I felt very tired. But we listened to some music and chatted. Then Master and J said they were going to bed to watch a movie, saying night to Daddy and I.

Once they went, Daddy decided to get the airbed blown up, we snuggled and kissed whilst we waited but it was taking forever. Daddy had a pump that takes batteries and soon we realised the batteries were finished. Daddy said he would go and get some, so quickly got dressed, hopped on his motorbike and 5 minutes later he returned with new batteries, these blew the mattress up very quickly then. Daddy had to buy the airbed and a sheet to cover it, and we had a thick throw blanket and my snuggily to keep us warm. little minxs teddy and my Doodoo were on my pillow. So we were sorted. Then it was time for more fun.

This time we had permission from Master saying that Daddy could give me oral, fingers were allowed but I wasn’t allowed to give him a blowjob or to have full sex yet.

So it was a progression, but we were both looking forward to the time we would be allowed to do what we want.

Daddy told me to lie down on the settee as he climbed on top of me, kissing me deeply, tongues playing around, tasting each other, running tongues over teeth, nibbling lips. Daddy sucked on my nipples, teeth leaving slight bites on them, making me flinch. He snuggled my neck, kissing, nibbling me then my ear. I just love this area being touched, my pussy throbbed as he nibbled my neck, I felt myself getting wet, desperate for his touch.

He moved down my body, fingers finding my soggy pussy. He fingered me and it felt awesome. Soon I felt myself build up, but I would not let him get me to squirt on the settee again, trying to close my legs, he kept opening them. “I need a mat Daddy, I can’t squirt on the settee again,” I told him, “It doesn’t matter “ Daddy said, but I couldn’t. Quickly I got up, fetched 2 mats from the bag, opened one out on the settee then lay down again. It didn’t take long before I reached that point again, I released my cum, hearing his fingers squelch around as he continued finger fucking me.

( Sorry Daddy. ) I held Daddy’s cock, gently tickling his balls and cock, my fingernails scratching harder sometimes, over his head, hearing him groan, his eyes shut as he enjoyed this, I really wanted to taste him, but I knew Master would be very angry if we broke his rules. So I hope I managed to still do things right so Daddy enjoyed it.

Daddy went down to lick and suck my clit, finding that spot that gets me going again. His tongue delved deep inside my vagina, sucking, nibbling, fingers still teasing my clit, my rings clinking together, that sound always turns me on. Fingers and tongue pushed into my holes, my clit was continually tickled, my eyes closed as I rolled my head side to side, building up to another orgasm, this felt more desperate, more needy, as I thrust my hips up, greedily pushing more of his fingers inside. I love how he reaches over to kiss me whilst his fingers still did their magic, I grazed his chest with my nails, hips, legs and pelvic area, sometimes teasing him by reaching for his cock and balls, plus that space from ass to balls. Daddy’s fingers worked harder, thrusting deeper, then he changed direction, finding the spot that gets me cumming violently. The guttural, deep noises coming out of my mouth indicated to Daddy that I was close to cumming again. I soon felt a small release, before I squirted like a tap going on full. I felt like it would never end, even when I finished squirting, he fingers continued to thrust deeper. I cupped his balls massaging them, playing with his hard cock, I had to really focus, it was Daddy’s turn now for his release, wanking him off, Daddy took over for a bit so I teased his balls and towards his ass, I loved hearing him groan once more, a deeper groan, faster thrusts of fingers meeting faster thrusts of my hips, hands swapping so I could wank him, desperate to have his cock inside me, or in my mouth. I felt his hot sweet pre-cum ooze out of his head as I rubbed it over his cock. Then his hot cum shot out over my tummy. Daddy lent forward to kiss me, his tongue dancing with mine. “Do you want more babygirl ?” Daddy asked. “Not yet.” I said quietly. He started laughing when I said not yet. We stood up, I folded the pad and Daddy took it to the bin, I cleaned myself up and we got a drink. Snuggling on the settee we found a film to watch, it hadn’t been on long. There was a problem with Daddy’s wifi so he didn’t think he could go on NetFlix.

After a while I started to hear some deeper breathing and a very faint snoring, but as soon as I looked at Daddy, he opened his eyes. I was kinda tired as well but wanted to watch the film, but after hearing him snoring again, and realising it was midnight and the film was going to be on at least another 30 minutes, I asked Daddy if we should go to bed.

So, we tidied up, and got into bed. Daddy wrapped the blanket over me, leaving my snuggily near me, Little Minxs was tucked under my arm, my Doodoo was on the side. I wanted to try using it but didn’t, not sure why but I will. Daddy spooned me, snuggiling close which was lovely. Eventually Daddy went into a deeper sleep and then he rolled over. I snuggled further then went to sleep.

I slept well, I think it was about 6’ish when I started to wake, Daddy woke up not long after that, but I was still in that half asleep mode where you really don’t want to open your eyes and get up. Daddy got up to go to the toilet then snuggled into bed again. “Morning babygirl.” He said, “Morning Daddy,” I said, his arms snaked around my body, turning me onto my back. He rolled on top of me and bent down and kissed me. I felt his cock twitch between my legs, I felt my hips try to grind towards him, desperate for his cock to be thrust into me, but rules were rules. Daddy moved himself away from temptation, choosing to suck my clit instead, which of course I’m not gonna complain. He delved his tongue inside me, oh God, I just couldn’t get enough, then fingers pushed inside, hard thrusts. My pussy felt sore from all the play the night before, but morning sex was fantastic, I wanted to cum again and cum hard. That’s exactly what I did as Daddy worked his magic, sending me rolling into another orgasm, my eyes rolled, my head rolled and deep, deep grunts sounding strange were coming from my mouth.  “Oh jeez Oh F*** “ I mumbled, my subconscious keeping me from actually saying the swear word. But I wasn’t sure Daddy heard anyway. “Oh Daddy,” I stuttered, my voice getting more frantic, “Cum for me babygirl,” Within that second, I began squirting, all over the bed sheet, Daddy continued until I really was spent, I was sure all the cum inside me was gone for now. Daddy chuckled as he watched me come down from a very very high ledge, but he was still enjoying finger fucking me. ( Sorry Daddy. )

His play became more intense, his cock now like rock, dancing around my pussy, “Oh God, we can’t,” I mumbled, grabbing his cock, rubbing his head with my thumb, we kissed long and hard, again feeling his cock near me, wanting him to pound it into me, roll me over and fuck my ass, but these fucking rules were killing us. (Sorry Daddy.)

But he slipped his cock over my clit, rubbing it over me, thrusting himself over me but not inside, fingers explored once more, my hand traced his tattoos, watching them move as his muscles hardened, they looked incredibly sexy. I heard Daddy start to grunt, more roughly and took over wanking himself until he had cum over my pussy. Oh God I hope we can have sex next time, do whatever we want. Daddy reached down and kissed me again. Snuggling up close, lying on the wet bed, but we didn’t care.

Suddenly the sound of the bed creaking and rocking above us made us start giggling. “Oh sounds like Master and Jayne are awake, better get the breakfast on. Want a coffee baby ?” Daddy asked, “Oh yes please Daddy.” I said.

So whilst Daddy started preparing the coffee and breakfast, I let the plug out of the air bed, gave the bed sheet to Daddy, and got a cloth to dry the air bed a bit. I folded the throws, putting them on the pillows to take upstairs, I put my pillows to one side, with Little Minxs teddy. Then came into the kitchen, Daddy had just made my coffee. “Can I help ?” I asked. “You could take the drinks to the others,” Daddy told me. So I took their drinks up, the creaking bed had stopped so we thought it was safe to go up without disturbing them. Giving them their cups of coffee I gave Master a good morning kiss, and left them to watch TV. I came back to the kitchen and started the washing up for Daddy, even though Daddy told me to go in the living room to watch TV, I didn’t like the idea of Daddy doing everything. Soon breakfast was ready, just when Master came downstairs. “I can’t eat all that breakfast,” He said, “Only half, can I put half on another plate? “ He asked. Daddy passed me a plate and I moved over what Master wanted then I carried his and J’s plate upstairs. As I was leaving, Master asked if he could have brown sauce, well no actually he said, “ Where’s the brown sauce ? ” “I will go and get some Master,” I said politely, “I should think so, you know I can’t have breakfast without it.” Master told me as I left the room. I returned to the kitchen, asking Daddy if he had brown sauce, “Oh yes, I bought some in for him,” He got the bottle, took the seal off and handed it to me. So I took it up, waited until Master put some on his plate then returned to the kitchen, putting it away. By this time Daddy had got our breakfast nearly completed, he plated up and took it in the living room.

Daddy found us a film to watch, so we watched that eating a lovely breakfast even though it was big. Once we had eaten, we snuggled back on the settee, I started to do my lines that Master told me I still had to do, but soon put the notebook and pencil down so I could snuggle into Daddy more. We were just enjoying this coziness when the bed started creaking again. “Blimey, are they still at it, J will have broken Master at this rate.” We both giggled, just how many times had they had sex during the night, I wondered.

Eventually it stopped, and a while later they both came downstairs, J had a shower so came down in a towel, the film had just finished so Daddy and I got dressed, Daddy was concerned with the time as his parents would be dropping their son off soon.

We packed everything away in the car and said our goodbyes, thanking them both for a lovely night and that we would do it again soon, then left. It really was a lovely night and I hope there will be many more and that Daddy and I can play more too.

Cursing is a habit.

I had no idea how much cursing I do / did before Daddy made this rule of No Cursing from his little girl.

I’m not going to lie, this has been / is a very hard rule as the words slip out before I’ve even realised what I’ve said.

Last night we had a discussion………

Messing with Master whilst he made the dinner, he told me to shove something up my arse………..me being me retaliated and repeated it to Master. This earned me a spanking from him and a discussion with Daddy about the word arse.

Was it a swear word ?

I didn’t think it was, Daddy thought it was.

Then the discussion continued with Daddy asking if I really didn’t think it was a bad word.

I kept saying no, I asked Master and he said it was.

I still didn’t believe him. Until Master produced a list of what was a swear word. And arse was classed as a mild swear word.

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So Daddy asked again.

I said, well I wouldn’t have been allowed to say it when I was a kid. But I guess I will have to accept it’s a swear word.

In truth, I didn’t really think it was a swear word, maybe a bit of a naughty word, but not actually a swear word. Now I know.

I then asked Daddy if I still had to tell him every time I did swear.

He replied, Yes. We agreed on everything and complete honesty.

I said, Oookkkkaaaayyyy.

Have you said something else little minxs ? He asked.

I ignored the comment, I didn’t want to own up.

14 minutes later, he asked again.

Again I ignored the message. My guilt was growing, making me feel sick, worried about the consequences, upset about disappointing Daddy, not owning up, but becoming a bit stubborn, not wanting to own up, so I never spoke to Daddy again.

Until, 56 minutes later when I finally just messaged Daddy.

Daddy replied quickly, asking if I was not speaking to him or if he had upset me.

I told him, he had not upset me.     Let’s face it, Daddy could never actually upset me, I was being a brat and Daddy was more worried about me being upset with him than me being a total brat.

He asked, if I was in a mood. So I said, A guilty mood yes.

Let’s be honest now Little minxs, what have you said ? He asked.

May have said bloody a few times and sh*t to a fly in the house, I told him, I’ll admit I wrote it very sulkily.

But whilst we went through the non speaking period I started looking for something.

A good friend on SpankingTube is writing a second novel, only on the Tube though, I’ve said many times it’s too good not to publish, but she’s just happy to keep it there. She often comes up with some very good ideas, the punishments in her books are Extreme and so are the sex scenes. But one idea she came up with made me think. Here’s the scene in the book briefly, the Dom was away, whilst his sub and daughter remained at home. He has secret cameras all over the house, and caught his sub breaking a rule. She had to self spank harshly, whilst he watched then when it was dinner time, she was to take her red spikey mat and sit on it during dinner. He watched making sure she put her bare bottom fully on the mat.

So this got me thinking, you all know by now I watch a video or read something, that sounds really nasty, I end up buying something as similar to the one I had just seen or read. And I thought the idea of a spikey mat may stop my bad language.

So I looked up online if there was something that could work. I found this.

https://www.amazon.co.uk/Yogi-Bare%C2%AE-Acupressure-Massage-Wellness-Relaxation/dp/B018QQ4WO4/ref=sr_1_2?ie=UTF8-2id=1534445239&sr=8-2&keywords=spikey+mat

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It is long, 74cm-43cm, but you could either just drape it over a chair, hoping no one will spot it or fold it in half. Daddy has already told me I’m to sit bare on the chair when we go out for our meal, so I imagine he will just say drape it over the chair to give me total humiliation.

I showed Daddy, telling him this could be an idea that will help me break this swearing habit. If I ordered it there and then, it will arrive on Saturday so hopefully arrive before we leave to go to Daddy’s.

As usual, I’m sure I will end up wondering why on earth I showed Daddy and why on earth I ordered one.

By the time it was ordered I was late going to bed, so I had to do a quick goodnight message to him and a sorry.

He replied, telling me he wasn’t cross but was upset that I didn’t own up straightaway.

This got me feeling so guilty and upset, I’d disappointed him and it’s the last thing I’d ever want to do, for Daddy or Master. I went to bed and hugged Little Minxs teddy, tears filling my eyes.

For me words hurt a lot more than a spanking. I went to sleep feeling awful, woke up feeling the same.

We did our good morning messages, I told Daddy I felt very guilty and upset, I admitted I swore no more than 4 times on both days, I’d deserve and except my punishment and will try extra hard to stop swearing.

Daddy replied, saying, he still loved me and was still proud of me because he knows I am trying. With regards to my punishment, instead of wearing my bite gag, during my 45 swats with the jokari paddle, I will have a bar of soapy soap in my mouth instead.

 

So it’s all forgotten, I’m going to try super hard today, well all the time, Daddy is still proud of me for owning up, even if I didn’t there and then, but the main thing is, Daddy is okay, we will video chat at lunch time, mainly because I just needed to make sure he had forgiven me, even though he’s said it in the messages.

So my spanking will be horrendous and going for the meal will be even worse as my tender, raw skin sits on those spikes. But if it makes me stop then it’s worth the pain.

I know Daddy reads my blogs so I’m making a formal apology to him.     Daddy, I’m really sorry for saying those curse words, and even more sorry for not admitting it like I’ve always done in the past. I’m sorry I upset you but deserve the punishment and I will take it the best I can. I will try much harder not to swear, Daddy. I promise. XXXXXXX

 

Here’s the chart Master found online about all the swear words used and what grade they are, I will say I didn’t know some of the words listed. But I don’t intend to use any of them.

 

Having a potty mouth.

I’ve done ok for a few days without cursing, and if I did, I told Daddy immediately. Didn’t actually realise how many times in a day I would say something. Certain words just flow out of my mouth in and amongst every sentence I say. I always say I use mild swear words, bloody, oh God, shit, I don’t regularly use the F word or anything more serious. But now I am aware of just how many times a mild swear word is said.

So it won’t be a shocker to read I’ve been in bother about this all week. Daddy said he’s waiting until Sunday when we meet properly for the first time, then the stern Daddy will appear if I break his rules.

On Wednesday we chatted on facetime for an hour during his lunch break, if a word popped out I covered my mouth, then apologised to Daddy, he let me off. But he’s aware that in my list of what I wanted from Daddy, I wrote that I needed a very firm hand, I didn’t want any actions left unpunished. I admitted I would push his boundaries a lot and the brat in me will push and push and enjoy doing it.

The fact Daddy gave me the name Little Minxs fits me perfectly.

Yesterday I will admit I was feeling mischievous, and a few F words came out whilst chatting with Master, Daddy and J, in our group chat. Daddy gave me quite a few warnings, but this only encouraged me more, I did want to see how far I could go before he said ENOUGH. But that never came, so me being me began pushing more.

I was going to the theatre last night with my mother-in-law and gang, and I drove to the town where they all live, and the speed of the traffic drops from 30 miles per hour or 20 miles per hour to 10-15 miles a hour. Over half of the population are elderly, 70’s + and a good quota are 80 +. I do seriously think there should be a set age where the older generation have to take their tests again, then every 5 years because in our town, they are just dangerous on the road.

And if there’s one thing that brings out my road rage is a little old lady driving 10 mph in a 30 zone, who won’t overtake parked cars if other cars are coming the other way, even though there’s plenty of room. I probably sound like a very impatient driver but I’m not, most younger drivers below 50 years old feel the same way so I’m not on my own. I couldn’t risk overtaking her so I had to drive behind her for ages. Well I will be honest, my language became rather choice, the F word was shouted at least 8 times, plus a load of minor swear words. It drove me nuts.

As I parked up outside my mother-in-laws house I messaged Daddy and confessed my potty mouth sins. To say he wasn’t impressed was putting it mildly. The warnings continued, and they were hhhmmmmmm how can I put this, they were gentle just like Daddy is. I could imagine him saying those words to me, in his kind soft voice.

So what does Little Minxs do, sat in the back seat of the car, heading to the theatre I continue. Throwing the F word in every possible way, I know, I’m dead naughty but this was kinda fun. Finally I reached that limit when Master was talking about his car, and how the new turbo would make his car even faster. I commented It’s fast as fuck now. That got the reaction I was waiting for. Here came a bit of telling off, a bit of bratty cheek, mild cursing from me, then he stopped replying, so I was suspicious he had spoken with Master.

I was right, as Master told him I was acting out for attention so the best thing was to ignore it. Which is what he did. Except one message to say I want to facetime tomorrow whilst on my lunch at 12 noon. Message me when you get home tonight.

That was it.

This morning I have to be honest I was a bit worried about the facetime, I wasn’t sure what he would say. Not that he would shout at me because he already told me he doesn’t shout, just like Master, but just what he would say. Had I disappointed him ? He wasn’t proud of my behaviour, the words that cut deep into my heart and made me feel really guilty. Lunch time became too chaotic to speak so he said he would facetime at 4 pm when he finished work instead. So he called and straight away wanted an apology for my potty mouth. I rubbed my face and between grinning, giggling, trying to avoid looking at him, I apologised for my potty mouth. Daddy accepted the apology, Master would not have done, not until it was done seriously, but Daddy is still learning, he will get the hang of it, as even a kind gentle Daddy will have a very stern side to put his little minxs in order.

We chatted for about 20 minutes and there was no other mention of my wrong doings and eventually the conversation started to naturally come to an end. In the end I asked if that was the end of the matter. Yes he said, I think so. Master would not let this behaviour go, neither would most of the D’s couples I talk to on wordpress. So I said, Be stern, I’ve told you, if you don’t I will just continue doing it, and I’m only telling you so it works for us both. I need a strict side as well as a gentle side.

So you think you deserve to be punished ? Daddy asked. Don’t you ? I asked him. Yes, If I’d have been there I’d have given you the worst paddling of your life. Right, I said, well we are meeting on Thursday, if that’s what you want to do.  Ahh but Master also told me you would do anything for a spanking, Daddy said, And also I’d rather Master was around for the first time to show me where is safe to hit and getting used to the paddle. I said, anything under the tailbone is fine, though didn’t mention back of legs, then anything from just under shoulder blades upwards. Master said start with the hand first, over the knee or bent over a chair, even using a wooden spoon which is lighter than the paddles yet still stingy. Okay little minxs, I want you to do 3 pages of your maths book and write Daddy an apology letter, naked sat at your desk, on your stool for tonight.

So the punishment was set, written in the punishment chat group. We both still have a lot of learn about this dynamic, Whilst writing this blog, I was thinking about Daddy always saying potty mouth. So I gave the suggestion off me sitting on a potty for 30 minutes or an hour. The humiliation of being made to do this. He liked the idea but then said it could be a bit hard for me. I told him that was the point. Kneeling in a cat litter tray filled with rice, will be very uncomfortable but give you contemplation time. Because it’s not all about the spanking.

Tonight I will sit naked, write the letter and do my maths papers and then try really hard not to repeat it. Though we both know we will be addressing this issue on more than one occasion in the future. I will learn eventually.

Just the same as Master will have his work cut out with J, she is very stubborn and pig headed also, they will both have to use their imagination.

I’ve told Daddy to continue reading, maybe chat with some bloggers who have the Daddy / little dynamic. Read some more Daddy / little erotic stories, but also as I have ideas, I will pass them on too. Eventually Daddy will have a good selection of ideas he can use and with time he will come up with ideas himself. The learning is as much fun as when the dynamic starts to become normal.

 

My First Full Length Book Is Published.

I’ve finally finished and published my first full length D/s novel.

 

A Visit To Trent : The 28 year itch ?

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What do you do when your partner or husband suddenly wants to change your life ?

A life you thought was perfect already, it must be perfect as we had been together 28 years.

Then suddenly your partner comes home and says he now wants to have a DD lifestyle, a domestic discipline lifestyle.

I didn’t even know what it meant, I’d certainly never been physically punished by my parents, yet now the man I love, wants to become my Master !

And what does that mean anyway ?

Yes, Cal had started to show a new side to himself when he told me he wanted us to have a threesome, but this…..this was strange and I didn’t know what to make of it.

Now, my life was going to change, whether I wanted it to or not.

So, here is my story and I’d love to share it with you.

 

Here’s the link, I’d love you to spend 99p, buy it, read it then give it a review.

 

https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B07FBTBV7H

 

I’m writing the sequel at the moment :

Becoming A Sir And Training His Submissives.