Miss Adira’s book.

Chapter 18. Part 2.

Three hours later Arantxa woke up, going to stretch, she yelped loudly. A hand flew to her bottom, feeling it swollen, the heat and many many welts all over. There wasn’t an area left untouched, but she knew she had deserved that spanking, every hit, every bruise, every welt. She felt there were areas that still felt wet, unsure if it was still bleeding or just where skin had been strapped off and would scab over eventually. Either way Arantxa was certain she would struggle to do anything for the next few days, if not even a week or so. She didn’t think she had ever been spanked as severe as she had earlier that day. She had to behave now, she had a feeling MeMe wouldn’t care if her bottom was so bruised, if she needed punishing, MeMe would do it.

Arantxa never moved out of bed, the strict words MeMe told her, Do Not Get Out Of Bed, ringing in her ears but she needed a wee. When she heard MeMe downstairs, she shouted down to her. A few seconds later she heard MeMe come up the stairs. “Hello sleepyhead. You’ve had a good sleep. Do you want to get up ?” she asked. “I need a wee but you told me not to get out of bed for anything,” Arantxa explained. “Good girl, come on then.” Pulling the covers off her, she spotted a few spots of blood on the sheets. “Oh is your bottom bleeding again ? Have a wee then I will have a look.” She told Arantxa as she rolled onto her tummy and shuffled backwards until her feet touched the floor. Arantxa struggled to walk, let alone sit on the toilet, tears rolled down her face. MeMe got some plasters and wipes, then when Arantxa had finished on the toilet, she bent over a little so MeMe could care for her bottom, wiping it clean and patting it dry, she stuck some Little Miss Naughty plasters on five different areas. “There we go babygirl, now I think we should get some fresh air. Let’s go to the park.” MeMe told her but she saw a concerned look appear on Arantxa’s face as she looked at her clothes. “You look beautiful Arantxa and I want to show you off to the world as the gorgeous little girl you are. So no thinking about what you are wearing. Now go and get your coat and shoes on…….erm I think if you have wellington boots that might be a good idea as it’s rained so much. If not an old pair of boots or trainers.” MeMe said, getting herself ready too. Arantxa was quite excited about going to the park, “Oh you’d better see if you need another wee before we leave,” she called up to Arantxa as she ran awkwardly up the stairs.

A few minutes later Arantxa was ready, wellie boots ( sky blue with big pink flowers ) were on along with a black coat. Her phone was in her pocket as she waited patiently for MeMe. She felt uncomfortable with her panties on, rubbing on her raw ass, but she put a smile on her face as they walked to the car. MeMe unlocked it, then as Arantxa normally would, she went to go in the front seat. “Oh no, in the back please Arantxa, ‘Little’s’ sit in the back of the car.” Arantxa pouted but took one look at MeMe’s face before she then climbed into the back seat of the car. “Seat belt on,” MeMe said, waiting to hear the click of the seatbelt, only then did she drive off. They chatted about this and that in the car, just small talk as they’d known each other for years, ten minutes later they arrived. Unfortunately they had to park on the busy road, Arantxa checked behind her, through the back window and climbed out before MeMe could say anything, as she walked around the car and onto the pavement. MeMe hurried around to her, “Arantxa you never get out of the car on the road side, do you hear me.” She slapped Arantxa’s leg, “It is dangerous, cars are driving past.” A slap on her other leg. “Scootch across to the pavement side in future, understand me ?” MeMe told her, she looked firmly at Arantxa before a sulky looking Arantxa nodded, whilst rubbing her legs. “Pardon ?” MeMe asked, waiting. “Yes MeMe” she replied. “Good girl, now come on, lets go.” She held her hand out, smiling as she felt Arantxa’s hand slip into hers. Turning towards the park, Arantxa stopped dead, dropping her hand.

There in front of them was a young woman, pushing a pram, plus holding the hands of two other children. The children, both girls, looked about three – four years old, they stood with their mouths open, watching as this grownup slapped the legs of the other grownup who was dressed in funny clothes for an adult, must be a fancy dress party they muttered. But one of the girls pointed to MeMe, “Mummy that lady is naughty, you’re not allowed to hit someone else. The police gonna arrest you.” She then said to MeMe. “Hush now, don’t speak to strangers,” her Mummy said, trying to get her daughter to walk. “You should listen to your Mummy, like my little girl does, but sometimes she can forget to be sensible and careful, and when she isn’t I have to remind her, sometimes by smacking her bottom. But I think that’s acceptable and so does my little girl. But everyone is different. Come Arantxa, let’s go and play.” She smiled sweetly at the girl as her mother looked horrified, putting a protective arm in front of her, as if afraid this woman may hit her child. MeMe held out her hand to her little girl, smiling as Arantxa’s hand slipped into hers and walked straight past them.

There was a small aviary and cages with rabbits and guinea pigs, so they went there first. Arantxa was drawn to the rabbits, she loved them and always wanted one as a pet but was never allowed. “Look at that longhaired one MeMe, she’s real cute.” “Do you like rabbits ?” MeMe asked. “Oh yeah, I always wanted an indoor rabbit but Dakota says no all the time.” Arantxa told her. “Well it’s a little cutie,” MeMe said before moving on to look at the birds. Arantxa wasn’t really interested until she saw two peacocks. They looked beautiful, stood there looking proud and showing off their feathers and tail. “They are beautiful, so pretty, they shouldn’t be locked in cages. They should be loose and free to wander. I don’t like seeing animals in cages.” Arantxa said, pulling MeMe away.

As they walked through the park, Arantxa shooed away the ducks and swans, quacking and talking to them. MeMe realised how much Arantxa really didn’t like animals in cages. Don’t think she will like the zoo, so won’t go there. Maybe a safari park would be better, MeMe thought to herself. “We should’ve brought some bread with us to feed the ducks,” she said to her. “Awwww yes, can we next time please ?” Arantxa asked. “Yes sweetie we can,” MeMe replied.

Holding her hand, Arantxa skipped beside MeMe, she seemed to have lost her concerns about her lovely dress, which pleased MeMe a lot. When they got to the children’s park, Arantxa ran ahead when suddenly one wellie boot flew off. She hopped to the boot and bent forward to put it back on. MeMe had a full beautiful view of her bright white panties against her crimson/purple bottom and legs. It was a beautiful erotic scene, so she quickly got her phone whilst Arantxa wobbled about trying to get her balance, telling Arantxa to carry on bending over and putting her boot back on, she took half a dozen photos, all featuring Arantxa’s sexy ass. She would send those to Dakota later. She was loving seeing Arantxa’s ‘little’ innocence come out, carefree and not worrying about anyone or anything. She climbed up the tallest climbing frame then climbed up the biggest slide. MeMe shouldn’t have laughed, but Arantxa’s face was a picture as she had forgotten her raw backside until she sat down and was already on her way down the high, steep slide. She squealed and yelped as the bumps caused her more pain. Running away from the slide, she ran to MeMe, wanting a big hug, “Did that hurt your bottom ?” MeMe asking, laughing slightly. Arantxa nodded into MeMe’s chest as MeMe gave her bottom a little rub, “There, all better baby, go and play, do you want pushing on the swings?” She asked. “Can I go real high MeMe? Please.” Arantxa asked. “We will see, come on, get your bottom comfy on the swing.”

Arantxa sat carefully, aware that it brought tears to her eyes but she didn’t care for the time being, she was having too much fun. MeMe noticed a few glances from other parents and children, but she was pleased that Arantxa just didn’t seem to care at all and MeMe couldn’t give a damn about people staring. After a few minutes of pushing the swing, Arantxa called out, “I can do it MeMe,” so MeMe went and sat on the nearby bench again.

A little girl came over to her, she looked about 3 years old, she tapped MeMe’s knee. “Excuse me, is she your little girl, are you her Mummy?” MeMe looked up, looking around for any sign of her parents or carers, then said, “Yes she is, she’s a grown up who likes to be little still.” Hoping this was enough for the quizzically minded girl. “That’s a real good idea, coz when I’m big, I’d still wanna play in the park,” she exclaimed. “Exactly, and so would I,” MeMe said. A young woman came running up, “I’m so sorry, is she bothering you, she will talk to anybody, trying to teach her stranger danger is lost on her. She thinks everyone is friendly,” she said taking her daughters hand, “Stop bothering the lady now Talia, go and play.” Apologising again they walked away as MeMe heard the little girl saying she was a mummy and that grown up there, on the swings was her little girl. Her mother stopped, looking back at MeMe then over to Arantxa, before moving her daughter away quickly. MeMe sensed that she thought they were an ‘odd couple’, so stay away.

Suddenly MeMe saw Arantxa jump from the swing when it was really high and land on the sand, somehow landing on her hands and knees, then falling back onto her legs. MeMe ran over, “Arantxa what on earth were you doing ? Do not do that ever again,” she told her firmly whilst brushing the sand of her clothes and legs. “It’s fun MeMe, I can jump higher!” She told her giggling as she wiped the sand off her hands. “Well, never again young lady, you could hurt yourself.” MeMe told her seriously. “But……..” Arantxa began but stopped when she saw MeMe’s serious face. “Now 5 more minutes then we will head home, ok!” MeMe stated. Arantxa nodded and ran to the climbing frames again. MeMe noticed Arantxa and other children were climbing to the top then jumping off, her little girl was laughing and chatting so MeMe didn’t stop her, the climbing frame wasn’t that high. One girl was climbing behind Arantxa, when she looked up she saw Arantxa’s crimson, bruised bottom and legs. “What happened to your bum, it’s all red and bruised.” Arantxa suddenly went shy, covering her bum with her dress, holding it down so no one else saw it. “Nothing,” Arantxa told her before jumping down and running to MeMe. “Everything okay ?” she asked. Arantxa nodded, looking over her shoulder at the girl again. “Can we go now ?” she asked. MeMe sensed something wasn’t right but didn’t push it. “Come on then, do you want a drink in the cafe?” MeMe asked. “Okay,” Arantxa said. They quietly walked to the cafe, MeMe didn’t know what had happened, if someone had said something but she thought someone had said something to upset her little girl, as Arantxa’s mood had changed dramatically.

Arantxa chose a table and carefully sat on the plastic chairs, as MeMe brought over drinks and cakes for both of them. She got a huge smile from Arantxa as she placed a slice of hot chocolate fudge cake for her, plus a hot chocolate with marshmallows, squirty cream and a chocolate flake on top. Arantxa licked her lips and grinned. MeMe bought a coffee for herself and a slice of coffee walnut cake. “Thank you MeMe,” she said, “You’re welcome sweetheart, this is a nice cafe, I don’t think I’ve ever been here before.” MeMe replied as she put sugar in her coffee. “You don’t want sugar in your hot chocolate do you ?” she asked. Shaking her head Arantxa said, “ No, I used to have three, but Dakota got me to stop, kept telling me it was sweet enough.” “Well she has a point,” MeMe said laughing before pinching one of the mini marshmallows that was sitting on the whipped cream. “Hey……” Arantxa started giggling, “You can have more.” “No they are yours, that one just looked too tempting so I couldn’t resist,” MeMe said as Arantxa giggled. “It’s yummie.” she said, taking a bite of the cake. She began talking when MeMe said  “Carry on when your mouth is empty please, good manners are very important sweetie,” Arantxa nodded and waited until she had finished what was in her mouth before speaking, using the back of her hand to wipe her mouth. “Arantxa really, you have a napkin, I think you may have to have elocution lessons, I think I will try to find someone.” MeMe scolded, “And no elbows on the table.” Arantxa rolled her eyes, “Yes MeMe,” she murmured, not sounding like she meant it at all.” “Did you just roll your eyes at me? Oh Arantxa, that is a very strict No No with me.” Arantxa opened her mouth to speak but thought better of it. “Expect a punishment for that little girl. Does Dakota allow you to do this ?” MeMe asked. “No,”Arantxa said sulkily, she pouted, going to put her elbows on the table and lean her head on her hand, but moved it away quickly.” “Hmmmmm, wait until we are home, then you will really have something to pout and sulk about.” MeMe was slightly amused by her behaviour but never showed it. All the years Arantxa has known MeMe, she should’ve known she doesn’t tolerate bad manners. She finished her cake and coffee, Arantxa wasn’t talking much, just sulking instead. “Finished ?” MeMe asked, when the final mouthful of cake was eaten, Arantxa nodded, wiping her mouth on the napkin. “Very good, come on then, let’s go.” MeMe made sure they had everything then they walked back to the car. Arantxa remembered to climb into the backseat of the car, on the pavement side. She continued to sulk so MeMe turned the radio on, just so she had something to listen too.

When they arrived home, they put the coats and shoes/wellington boots away neatly, Arantxa went to go upstairs. “Not so fast, we have something that needs dealing with, there is more than one way to punish you Arantxa, go into the kitchen.” 

Arantxa stomped downstairs, huffing as she passed MeMe, “Don’t make it worse by huffing Arantxa.” MeMe said sternly as she walked behind her and into the kitchen. “Panties off and bend over the chair please.”

Arantxa slipped her panties down carefully, trying not to touch her bruised cheeks. Leaving them on the floor, she bent over the chair as MeMe indicated her too. But Arantxa was puzzled when she heard MeMe go in the freezer. The next minute she felt something cold, icy cold, freezing cold, touching her happy spot. Then this icy cold thing was getting pushed inside, making her gasp loudly, as another one was pushed into her bottom hole. This made her ouch and wriggle until MeMe slapped her legs. Deeper and deeper they slid, as icy cold water began to drip down her legs. “MeMe, it’s cold,” she whined but it only earned her a slap with a wooden spoon. Arantxa yelped and writhed about as more freezing cold water dripped down her legs. MeMe got a puppy pad and placed it on the floor, telling Arantxa to stand on it, so the water dripped onto the mat. MeMe then began creating a mix of things, a squirt of deep heat, some mustard powder and chilli powder, mixing it altogether in a bowl. She then slipped a disposable glove on, when she saw a popsicle stick fall on the floor. 

This was often an excellent punishment for her naughty subs. The popsicle mould was the perfect shape for anal or vaginal punishments. The mould had a plastic stick to go inside and a thicker handle for you to hold your popsicle lolly ice. But it was also the perfect shape to slide into other holes. 

Soon enough the other stick fell on the floor and a lot more icy water dribbled down. MeMe picked up the bowl of mixture then with her gloved hand, she scooped up a little and smoothed it thickly around her asshole and happyspot, getting more mixture, she pushed some inside both holes too.

Within seconds, Arantxa’s eyes grew wide, a terrible burning grew from her between her legs, getting stronger and stronger. “Now Arantxa, as I said there are many more ways to punish you other than spanking. So you can enjoy this one, in the corner over there, whilst I prepare dinner. It will be bedtime soon. Take the puppy pad with you so you don’t drip on the floor. You can stay there for 30 minutes. Maybe then you will remember never to roll your eyes at me again.” MeMe told her, feeling evil looks coming from her little girl, but didn’t mention anything, secretly she was quite amused by her response. Arantxa cried quietly, wiggling about as she did her corner time. The burning continued, and felt like it was getting stronger, she rubbed her legs together, opened her legs wide to get fresh air on it, nothing worked.. By the time the corner time was over, MeMe had dinner already. “Right Arantxa, come here please.” She told her, as Arantxa walked towards her, “Now you’ve just learnt what other punishments I can give you, other than spanking. Hopefully you will understand when I say never roll your eyes at me, ever. This is such an act of disrespect, I will not stand for it. Come for a cuddle, then you can wash your hands and set the table please.” Arantxa ran over and gave her a hug, not very enthusiastically, but MeMe hugged her tightly anyway. “Can I wash my happy spot and bottom first, MeMe, please.” she said in a whiney, spoilt voice. “No you cannot, you can wash when you have your bath .” MeMe told her sternly, “Now do as you’re told.”

Arantxa pouted, but went to wash her hands and set the table. MeMe had already made a cheese and onion pie, but she cooked buttered new potatoes, buttered carrots, cauliflower and peas. She carried all the dishes of food into the dining room. and placed them on the table, when Arantxa asked if she could go for a wee. Not trusting her to just use the toilet and not wash herself, MeMe instructed her to step out onto the patio, into the garden and wee there. “But…….but…….” She grumbled, unsure whether she should complain again. MeMe made herself busy as she waited for Arantxa to walk to the patio door, open it, step out in front of the door, crouched down, spreading her legs as far as she could, concentrating she did her wee on the concrete slabs. Giving herself a good shake, Arantxa walked back in. “Go and wash your hands, I’m going to serve dinner now.” MeMe told her. “Good girl for doing as you were told as well.” Arantxa smiled as she went to the bathroom downstairs, washed her hands then returned to the dining room. “Smells yummie, what we having ?” She asked, not sulking anymore. MeMe told her what was for dinner, telling her to sit down. MeMe finished up serving them both before she sat down. “There we go, now tuck in but be careful, it’s hot.” she warned. Arantxa still wriggled about on the chair, the burning had worn off slightly but it still felt very very uncomfortable. “This pie is yummie MeMe, you’re a very good cook, I burn everything, that’s why DiDi does it. ”Arantxa said, trying to remember not to speak with her mouth full of food. “Yes Dakota has mentioned that before. Maybe we can do some cooking together, would you like that ?” MeMe asked. “Erm…..yeah okay then,” Arantxa replied. “Good girl, now I have a question and I would like a truthful answer, what happened in the park ? You were having fun, then all of a sudden you ran over and wanted to go!” MeMe asked. She watched as Arantxa slowed her eating and looked really embarrassed. MeMe put her hand on Arantxa’s, “Tell me sweetheart.” Arantxa looked up, tears in her eyes, “A girl was behind me on the climbing frame, she saw my bum, poked it and wanted to know what happened, I didn’t know what to say, so I just said nothing and ran away. I wanted to say I got a spanking for being naughty but I didn’t know if I should or not. It made me feel dead embarrassed.” She told MeMe. “Well then, do you think you would feel less embarrassed if you told a lie ?” She asked. Arantxa shrugged her shoulders, “I don’t know.” “I think if it happens again, you should just tell them the truth or tell them it’s none of their business. But you have nothing to be embarrassed about. Nothing okay ?” MeMe told her. Arantxa sniffed and nodded her head. “Good girl, now carry on with your dinner, forget about it, remember the fun you had,” MeMe told her. She watched as Arantxa nodded again and reached over for a hug. 

They chatted together for the rest of their dinner, until it was over. MeMe said Arantxa was allowed to watch one tv programme before bed. She chose to watch Housewives of Cheshire, which MeMe approved of. So Arantxa sat on her beanbag, a cuddily under her arm and a doodie in her mouth.

MeMe tidied the kitchen, loaded the dishwasher then went upstairs to get Arantxa’s bath ready. By the time she had done that, she checked the time, knowing  the one hour programme Arantxa was watching, should be over by now,

As MeMe came downstairs, she heard adverts on the tv. “Is it over ?” She called. “Yes MeMe,” Arantxa called back to her. “Good, come and get your bath, it’s ready now.” MeMe stated. Arantxa had hoped she was going to get more tv watched but on the dot, MeMe had told her it was ready.

Taking her cuddiliy, she mooched upstairs slowly, seeing MeMe in the bathroom. “Good girl, take your clothes off and jump in the bath.” MeMe instructed. Arantxa did just that, dumping her clothes on the floor. Just as one foot was about to step into the bubbily hot water, “Ermmm, do they belong there young lady ?“  MeMe exclaimed as she looked at the pile. “I’ll pick them up after my bath.” Arantxa stated. “Oh no you won’t.” Arantxa dared to huff loudly as she moved away from the bath and bent down to pick them up, a heavy, hard, sharp slap landed across her bare bottom. “Do not dare huff at me again,” MeMe warned. “OOoowwww, that hurt,” Arantxa whined. “It was meant to, now where do your clothes go?” she asked her, knowing the answer. Arantxa crouched down this time, picked up the clothes then dumped them in the laundry basket, before stepping over the side of the bath again. 

Dakota couldn’t resist buying this bath, it was huge, easily fit 2 people inside comfortably. Sat in the middle of the bathroom, with claw feet, one tap sat in the middle of one long side so each person could lie back in comfort. Near the bath was a huge floor to ceiling window, giving you views across the countryside. She was very proud of designing this bathroom, along with a double basins, a jet shower, toilet and bidet. Of course they also had their own ensuite, inside there was a big double shower, with seating around it, again a big window allowed you to view the outside, then the usual other things. But the big bathroom was all Dakota’s design.

Slowly, Arantxa climbed into the bath and slunk down into the water, before jumping up, squealing as the water hit her tender legs and bottom. Ouched loudly as the hot water touched her happy spot and bottom hole.

MeMe laughed as Arantxa tried to sit down . “Come on now, get in, sooner you’re in, the better it is. I would think you would be used to getting a bath with a very sore bottom, the amount of times you get your bottom spanked.” Arantxa giggled, “Not really MeMe, it’s always still a shock.” She replied. “Now tomorrow, I have to go to work at SecretSpaces, ( the BDSM club she visits once a month to meet with some of her subs, ) Dakota has given you permission to go with me, you will be my assistant, handing me things etc. But let me tell you once and once only, any misbehaviour during the day and I will be punishing you at the club, in front of everybody. They will be seeing your naughty bottom anyway with the outfit I’ve got for you. So you had better behave yourself. And best behaviour in the club, do not show me up. Otherwise you know what will happen.” Explained MeMe as she washed her little girl. “Kneel up so I can wash your pussy and bottom, get any remaining burning cream off you. Let me take those plasters off now too.“ Arantxa knelt up, legs spread wide so the area could be washed thoroughly, then the plasters were peeled away easily. “Are you meeting with your subs ?”  she asked. “Yes 2, CutieCute, her proper name is Elle, but as you know, you only use your online pseudonym name at any club and BabyBoyBlueEyes, Nathan, I think you may have met him once. Nathan is always in terrible trouble but for once he has had a good month so I am just doing a maintenance spanking, he needs reminding to carry on being a good boy, but I know it won’t last. As for Elle, well she is in big trouble, as in one month, she acquired a speeding ticket, £100 fine plus 3 points on her license, very lucky not to go to court, then she got a drink driving scare, where she was stopped and given a roadside breath test, which read 35 microgrammes of alcohol, the legal limit, then taken to the police station she was given an intoximeter test, that’s a more indepth reading, luckily for her at the station it went down to 32 microgrammes, so she wasn’t banned, but given a stern warning about drink driving. This happened when she was actually grounded. She has also not been doing her tasks on time, then the final thing was she cursed at me and said the F word!” she exclaimed. “OMG even I wouldn’t dare to do that to you or KoKo.” Arantxa said, shocked at this girl’s behaviour. “Well I hope not but I don’t think I would say you would never do that, I’ve seen you mid-tantrum. Anything would come out of your mouth. But I would hope you would stop yourself before any curse words left your mouth. Anyway, Elle is in for the hiding of her life, And you can assist me. But now it’s time for you to jump out, let’s get you dry.” 

Arantxa enjoyed letting MeMe dry her off then she padded off towards her bedroom. “Oh you’re not in there, you’re coming in the spare room with me,” MeMe told her, opening the bedroom door.

The first thing Arantxa noticed was the cage, a bigger cage than the one set up in the playroom, it had lots of big cushions at the bottom, a duvet was lay over the cushions, blankets, pillows, new cuddilies, doodies and some pink bowls and pink baby bottles. On MeMe’s bed she saw real cute onsies and OMG there are diapers there, pink ones. She looked startled at MeMe. “Do you like your new onsies, I think they are lovely. And I got you pink and lila doodies, bottles and diapers.” Arantxa still looked horrified. “Now lie down on the bed, let me put your diaper on. I expect you to use it Arantxa, if I find you are holding your wee until the morning, I will put you over my knee and spank your bottom.” She continued to chat whilst fastening the diaper on, Arantxa blushed, she felt her cheeks burning as MeMe fastened it. “Have you never worn a diaper before?” she asked. Arantxa shook her head, horrified and speechless. “Well you will wear one at bedtime every night, because I want you too and I think you look gorgeous in them.” MeMe said, kissing her head. “Which onsie do you want tonight ?” she asked, watching Arantxa’s reaction as she picked one, it was pink with teddy bears on it. MeMe helped her get in it, fastening the long zip, “You look adorable baby girl,” she said whilst fastening a pink doodie strap to the onsie. “All ready, now go and brush your teeth, then we can have a story.” Patting her bottom as she passed to go to the bathroom. “I’ll just go and get you a drink sweetie,” she told Arantxa as she went downstairs. Filling a bottle with cold milk, she took it back upstairs. Arantxa was already looking through the childrens books, “Are there no grown up books MeMe?” she asked. “Absolutely not, little girls don’t read grown up books do they!” MeMe exclaimed.”Suppose……….”Arantxa said sulkily. 

Arantxa snuggled into MeMe on the bed, “You know, you’ve got your own bedroom set up at my house, more clothes, cuddilies, toys, books. I can’t wait for you to see it.” MeMe told her, then they read a couple of books before MeMe told her it was time for bed, “Am I sleeping in the cage, can I not sleep with you MeMe ? I’m not a dog,”Arantxa whined. “Because I want you to, #i’m not locking the door, but if you get out, then trust me that door will get locked, So come on, it’s really comfy, I went in before. And there’s new cuddilies inside.” MeMe told her.

Arantxa climbed inside, though she wouldn’t tell MeMe, it was very comfy, all the soft cushions felt lovely, she had fluffy blankets and of course her new cuddilies. MeMe handed her abottle of cold milk. Leaned in and gave her a kiss, then turned the lights off and closed the door. A minute later she came back in, “I forgot, I bought you a kindle, I know you have one but this has ‘little’ books in only, so you may read for half an hour only. Here’s your timer. Whenever you stay over with me or visit, bring it along with you.” MeMe handed her the kindle. “MeMe, will I be sleeping in a cage at your house ? Like this ?” Arantxa asked. “Yes baby you will.” MeMe said then walked out, this time leaving the door slightly open.

Miss Adira’s erotic story that I am writing for her.

Friday 15th March. 2019. Miss Adira put in my tasks to write either an erotic story or poem, to be sent to her by Friday 6pm. I decided to write a story, based on a Domme/sub dynamic as I’ve never done this before. I now try to write 1 A4 side a day. Miss Adira has told me to post it daily so here’s what I’ve written so far. There’s no title yet, I’ve asked Miss Adira to choose one. I picked Dakota’s name because that was one of the names we liked when choosing Miss Adira’s name and Stephie seemed like a cute submissive name. Please let me know your thoughts or ideas on continuing the story, it’s something I really enjoy doing and keeps my mind occupied and away from my chronic pain. Chapter 1. Stephie strained her ears, trying so hard to hear her but the music playing in her headphones prevented to hear anything but beautiful classical music. She was naked, her arms up, tied to a harness thing on the ceiling, she was stood on two step stools, spread wide, again tied to a harness thing on the floor, like a St Andrews cross, except she was in the middle of the room. That bit she knew. Dakota had explained she would be tied up for as long as she wanted, she would do what she wanted to her, there was nothing stopping her, except the safe word. Something Stephie hadn’t said yet. Dakota doubted she ever would say it. Stephie felt cold air blow towards her, causing goosebumps to appear on her skin, she really wanted to rub herself warm. Suddenly she felt something cold, hard and sharp. Dakota slid the cheese grater across her body, going harder over her ample boobs, harder again over her sexy hard posterior. Dakota spread open one cheek, grating the grater over her most sensitive area. Stephie gasped, trying to move away but she couldn’t. A hand snaked around to her breast, squeezing, teasing her nipple, Stephie groaned in desire, as fingers continued playing with her nipples. Dakota turned the grater around and slapped her butt, Stephie gasped as Dakota continued to paddle her butt cheeks, but still playing with her boobs. Dakota pushed her front forwards a bit, her butt jutted out, giving Dakota a chance to aim at her sit spot and thighs. She smiled as she heard Stephie cry out, her pretty face screwed up in pain then she walked away. Stephie lifted her head up, sensing her Mistress was no longer there. Secretly she was thankful for the break, her burning bottom tingled, crying out to be rubbed but she couldn’t. Silent tears were soon swallowed up by the blindfold, tightly tied around her head. Dakota always restrained her tightly, but Stephie only ever tried to get out of them once and she would never do it again. ( One day I may tell you what happened, but for now we will continue with the story. ) Sephie used this break to meditate for a while, knowing full well that the play session was nowhere near being over and she feared what Dakota had planned. After a few minutes meditating, Stephie felt in control of herself again, standing tall of the stools. There was a cold breeze in the room. She suspected Dakota had turned the fan on again, goosebumps went up her arms, making her shiver. Dakota was watching Stephie on her phone, there was a hidden camera facing her, well actually there were cameras all over the house, even the bathroom. She wanted to know what Stephie was doing at all times, as she was a brat. Saturday 16 March. Stephie felt like she had been tied up for hours, she was cold but her bottom still burned and smarted. She began fidgeting, knocking her knees, wriggling her bum. She was bored and really needed a wee, she couldn’t cry out to Dakota. She began humming, knowing she wasn’t allowed but she was so bored she didn’t care. Dakota watched as she drank her coffee, her face showed signs of anger but she waited, drank her coffee then headed back. Stephie needed punishing for this lack of respect. Stephie felt the air change, immediately she stopped humming and stood up straight. Suddenly she felt her bit gag go into her mouth, she instinctively opened it, accepting this intrusion which was then tied tightly. She must have heard me singing, Stephie thought. Turning her head left and right in the hope of hearing something, but she didn’t. Dakota picked up the alcatraz strap, held it firmly in her right hand, her left hand held the end of the long leather tail. It was an evil strap, the holes in it cut into the skin and the leather bruised and whipped away at the skin. Feeling like a layer of skin was flayed away with each stroke. Dakota walked around Stephie, who was still attempting to hear or see something, anything. Just not that strap as Dakota whipped her bottom, once, twice, ten, twenty times. Stephie screamed into the gag, tears flowed quickly into the blindfold. She tried begging but it came out muffled. Moving to the other side of Stephie, Dakota raised the strap once more, hitting the back of her legs, then her upper back, one after the other, twenty, thirty times. Turning around she whipped the front of her legs and across her pelvic area. The length of the strap meant it tailed around too, so it wrapped around her legs and hips. She didn’t care how loud she screamed, she knew she wasn’t allowed to move or speak or scream yet she carried on like the brat she was. Secretly Dakota was amused by this,she wasn’t surprised how much she fidgeted, she had been there an hour already. But the had only just started, now this particular punishment was over. Dakota put the strap down and picked up a burning candle. She walked back to Stephie, carefully moving the candle around her body, watching how her body flinched away from the heat of the flame. Waving it under her breasts, nipples, happy spot and bottom. She smiled to herself as a drop of hot wax fell over her breast, it dripped down before hardening. Stephie gasped, shaking her head as Dakota let drops fall over her other breast, over her raw back and sore bottom. Stephie shrieked then, she felt the flame wave over her happy spot, pausing as the flame flicked over her clit. Stephie suddenly pushed her bottom away, knocking the candle, sending wax over the floor and over Dakota. She stood quickly and slapped her face hard, twice on both sides. Stephie cried and attempted to say sorry, pleading with her to stop. Instead she let the candle drip over her nipples, making her scream louder, her legs shaking on the stools. Sunday 17 March. She had had enough. The leg shaking was always the sign. But Dakota had not finished. Another large drop landed directly on her nipple, then another as Stephie cried out, shaking, trying to twist away. Dakota had had enough, grabbing one breast, she squeezed hard, taking one earphone out, she just said, “ Still,” then put it back. Stephie immediately stopped moving, sobbing quietly, gasping when her breast was let go, eventually DAkota walked away, blowing the candle out. She was not happy with Stephies behaviour at all today, her moving and screaming had ruined her fun, she needed to deal with this now. Dakota released her from her harnesses, helping the shaky Stephie down from the stools. She removed the blindfold and earphones then released the bit gag. Stephie shook her arms and legs to get the blood flowing again, tears still fell quietly. “ You’ve disappointed me today Stephie, you know you are not permitted to move, wriggle, make so much noise. You’ve let me down, let yourself down. And ruined my play. Now you will be punished for it.” Dakota told her firmly. “ Please Dakota, I’m sorry, please no more, I can’t take any more. “ Stephie pleaded, lifting her hands up to beg but she knew it was a waste of time. Dakota moved a dining room chair to the middle of the room, “ Come here and kneel on the chair.” Stephie followed her instruction immediately, “ Now lean over and touch the floor, “ pausing for a second before she did it. Embarrassed now as her bottom stuck out and up, knowing whatever was going to happen now, was going to hurt a lot more than what had already happened. Her skin was taught and tight meaning every stroke of a pain implement would hurt like hell. Then Dakota went away for a second, leaving the room before returning with something in her hand. She walked over to the table and began peeling a ginger root, breaking it into two pieces, she quickly, expertly carved each one into a butt plug shape, once satisfied she went back to her naughty sub. Stephie began shaking when Dakota rubbed one ginger plug over her happy spot, noticing how wet she was. Then she inserted that one into her bottom hole, it slid in easily with her own juices over it, the she rubbed the other one all over her happy spot, knowing it would be burning already, then she pushed in into her happy spot hole. Stephie was already squirming, the heat and pain a piece of root ginger caused was incredible. Satisfied, Stephie was already squirming and uncomfortable, she walked over and picked the dragon cane from her display wall, just as Stephie looked up and saw it. A horrified, pleading look came to her face, Dakota smirked. “ You’ve been a bad girl Stephie, ruining my play is very naughty isn’t it ?” She paused for an answer. “ Yes Dakota, it’s very naughty.” Stephie tried to say more but her voice was shaking too much. “ With each stroke, you are to say, 1, I will not ruin my Mistress’s play. 2, I will not ruin my Mistress’s play.” Dakota said tapping the cane on her crimson bottom. Monday 18 March. Stephie was hysterical after the second whip struck across her legs, now Dakota was enjoying herself, she liked to discipline her sub, she expected, demanded perfect behaviour, not what Stephie chose to do today, so she would be taught a harsh lesson. “ Please Dakota, please no more,” Stephie begged and she received another hard whip across her sit spot, she nearly fell onto the floor but luckily she didn’t, that was the last thing she should do. After 30 whips across her crimson backside and legs, Dakota put the cane down. Gently she helped Stephie up to kneeling on the chair and hugged her tightly, Stephie clung to her Mistress, spluttering I’m sorry over and over. Dakota made soothing noises to calm her down, stroked her hair and back, feeling the welts and across her swollen bottom, she wouldn’t sit comfortably for quite a few days. “Now Stephie, I want you to spend 30 minutes in the corner, standing in your pose then you will go to bed for a nap. Understand Stephie ?” Dakota said quietly. “Yes Ma’am,” Stephie said, moving off the chair and walked awkwardly, painfully to the corner, she put the timer on for 30 minutes then got into her pose. Legs wide, hands behind her back, head bowed. Stephie sniffed throughout her cornertime, her body ached but her bottom felt like there was no skin left on it, the pain was indescribable. When the timer went off, she turned it off and turned to look for Dakota, there was no sign of her. She had had no instruction from her as to what to do after the cornertime other than have a nap. She was starving and thirsty, so she went to the kitchen, chose a healthy cereal bar, a banana and a tall glass of milk. THen she took them to bed, she decided not to put the television on, just read her kindle until she had eaten. Getting into bed wasn’t easy though, her whole back area was a swollen, bruised, welted mess, the front of her legs were a mess too. Carefully she somehow climbed on the bed and slid on her side so little of her sore area touched the bed. She lifted the quilt over her, flinching as it touched her skin then ate her snack, drank her milk then she felt ready for a nap. By the time Stephie woke up it was dark outside, looking at the clock, she saw it read 6pm but she didn’t know what time she fell asleep. Trying to move, Stephie let out a little cry, oh she hurt so much, tears sprang to her eyes again. Instead of getting up she decided to just put the telly on for a while. After a few minutes Dakota walked in, “Ah hello sleepy head, you’re finally awake.” She said, climbing on the bed and giving her a kiss. She spotted Stephie flinch, “Sore?” She asked, smirking, “Just a bit, well loads to be honest,” Stephie said looking sheepish. “Right roll over baby, let me look. I know I punished you severely and you understand why I did it, so I hope I don’t have to repeat this ever, or well for a while anyway knowing you.” She chuckled, rubbing her nose on Stephie’s, as she pulled the quilt away. Dakota wasn’t surprised how she looked, her bottom was swollen almost double. “You’re gonna struggle sitting down for days.” “I know Dakota, but I deserved it,” Stephie said. “You bet you did, but tomorrow because I’m not an awful, evil Domme, you will stay in bed and let me look after you. Let me put some cream on, dinner is nearly ready, we will have dinner in bed, then you can have an early night.”