Swearing last week.


Last night I was going to the theatre with my Mother-in-law and her group of friends. I go with them all the time, it feels like I’ve been adopted as their daughter, by all of them. But it’s really nice and they are all lovely ladies.

They know about my disability but they’ve never seen me at my worst with my chronic pain.

The theatre we go to put on brilliant, hilarious shows, though last nights wasn’t, but the seats are more like church pews, very hard wooden seats with a tiny cushion and a very hard back. I’m often sore when we go, but as Master had said once, “You enjoy the shows, the company, the food. So if you need a few days rest to recover then so be it. You have to still live your life.”

But after having the last 2 months on sick leave, unable to go out at all, due to a shockingly bad flare up, I hoped it was finally over. Last week was the first time I’d been shopping, or just gone out, so I thought going to the theatre would be fine.

But by the time I got to the theatre I felt my back begin to pound and throb. Luckily my Mother-in-law had some diazepam in her bag so I took one, hoping this would ease the pain. It worked for half an hour, then the sharp spasm pains began. It was really hard sitting in the one awkward position before we could finally get up and leave the theatre.

Walking was extremely painful and I knew I was getting slower. One of the ladies took my handbag and walked with me, finally reaching the car was such a relief for me.

BUT, I couldn’t get in the car, my Mother-in-law has a high up car, with no side step, as I tried to get one leg up, I couldn’t then bend to get in. The lady with my bag suggested I kneel up first, so I tried that. It took me a few goes before I swore, “ Fudging hell.” as I fell, face forwards onto the car seat. Finally I was kneeling on the door frame, I turned my body into the footwell, facing the seat. From there I was able to pull myself up, turn and collapse into the seat. I felt so humiliated and ashamed of myself just not being able to climb into the car, my back was pounding as I got my seat belt on, the lady put my bag on the floor then carefully closed the door.

As we drove home I starting thinking about Daddy and about me swearing. I was so mad with myself as I’d been really good at not using bad language, I hadn’t said the f bomb in weeks. I may have said it in my head, but even that was rare.

I knew I had to tell Daddy, but I was scared of his response, and honestly, I was scared of having a mouth soaping. But mostly I felt like I had let him down, I’d let myself down and I was very disappointed in myself.

I decided when I got home that I was going to do my ‘arrived home safe’ message as a video. I needed to own up there and then. So holding the phone up, I firstly told him about the play, then chatted about the meal and the ladies before I told him. Explaining how I couldn’t get in the car and about me swearing. Suddenly all my emotions flooded out, as I began to cry, telling him over and over that I’d let him down, I’d ruined 2 really good weeks with this, that I was so so sorry. I stuttered, heaving deep breaths. Daddy was going to be so cross I thought as I continued the message, before saying night night and hanging up.

I went to bed with a heavy heart,  guilt is a terrible thing to drag you down. As I got into bed, the dogs finally settled, I hugged Minxsie bear, before finally going to sleep and I slept really well for once.

When I got up and woke up properly, I looked at my messages, I was nervous when I saw Daddy had left me a message, so I clicked play. I heard his reply, he understood why the f bomb slipped out, and as my Daddy he had to decide why the situation happened and if it warranted a punishment. On this occasion, knowing how bad the last 2 months had been, he was not going to punish me for it. If I had sworn in a road rage or just during a chat, that would be a different matter. He was not going to alter my behaviour chart, or even put in a comment about it. But young lady this does not mean I’m being a soft Daddy, left me tell you now, this is not a free pass for you to swear whenever you feel like it, you will feel the wrath of Daddy if you start swearing again. But for now, you have not let me down, you’ve not let yourself down or anything else.

I breathed deeply whilst I listened to him, relieved yet still upset with myself but grateful Daddy wasn’t cross with me. I guess sometimes on the very rare occasion, Daddy could forgive me for swearing but only on a very rare occasion. I just need to forgive myself now too.

I was surprised how upset I was, making me realise how much I wanted to please not just Master but Daddy too and how much better it feels being a good girl than a bratty girl always in trouble. Though I know the bratty side will come out at times but if it’s only every now and then I don’t think that’s too bad.

Sorry I’ve not been blogging much.


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

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

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

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

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

Cursing.

Swearing.

Last night I was going to the theatre with my Mother-in-law and her group of friends. I go with them all the time, it feels like I’ve been adopted as their daughter, by all of them. But it’s really nice and they are all lovely ladies.

They know about my disability but they’ve never seen me at my worst with my chronic pain.

The theatre we go to put on brilliant, hilarious shows, though last nights wasn’t, but the seats are more like church pews, very hard wooden seats with a tiny cushion and a very hard back. I’m often sore when we go, but as Master had said once, “You enjoy the shows, the company, the food. So if you need a few days rest to recover then so be it. You have to still live your life.”

But after having the last 2 months on sick leave, unable to go out at all, due to a shockingly bad flare up, I hoped it was finally over. Last week was the first time I’d been shopping, or just gone out, so I thought going to the theatre would be fine.

But by the time I got to the theatre I felt my back begin to pound and throb. Luckily my Mother-in-law had some diazepam in her bag so I took one, hoping this would ease the pain. It worked for half an hour, then the sharp spasm pains began. It was really hard sitting in the one awkward position before we could finally get up and leave the theatre.

Walking was extremely painful and I knew I was getting slower. One of the ladies took my handbag and walked with me, finally reaching the car was such a relief for me.

BUT, I couldn’t get in the car, my Mother-in-law has a high up car, with no side step, as I tried to get one leg up, I couldn’t then bend to get in. The lady with my bag suggested I kneel up first, so I tried that. It took me a few goes before I swore, “ Fudging hell.” as I fell, face forwards onto the car seat. Finally I was kneeling on the door frame, I turned my body into the footwell, facing the seat. From there I was able to pull myself up, turn and collapse into the seat. I felt so humiliated and ashamed of myself just not being able to climb into the car, my back was pounding as I got my seat belt on, the lady put my bag on the floor then carefully closed the door.

As we drove home I starting thinking about Daddy and about me swearing. I was so mad with myself as I’d been really good at not using bad language, I hadn’t said the f bomb in weeks. I may have said it in my head, but even that was rare.

I knew I had to tell Daddy, but I was scared of his response, and honestly, I was scared of having a mouth soaping. But mostly I felt like I had let him down, I’d let myself down and I was very disappointed in myself.

I decided when I got home that I was going to do my ‘arrived home safe’ message as a video. I needed to own up there and then. So holding the phone up, I firstly told him about the play, then chatted about the meal and the ladies before I told him. Explaining how I couldn’t get in the car and about me swearing. Suddenly all my emotions flooded out, as I began to cry, telling him over and over that I’d let him down, I’d ruined 2 really good weeks with this, that was so so sorry. I stuttered, heaving deep breaths. Daddy was going to be so cross I thought as I continued the message, before saying night night and hanging up.

I went to bed with a heavy heart,  guilt is a terrible thing to drag you down. As I got into bed, the dogs finally settled, I hugged Minxsie bear, before finally going to sleep and I slept really well for once.

When I got up and woke up properly, I looked at my messages, I was nervous when I saw Daddy had left me a message, so I clicked play. I heard his reply, he understood why the f bomb slipped out, and as my Daddy he had to decide why the situation happened and if it warranted a punishment. On this occasion, knowing how bad the last 2 months had been, he was not going to punish me for it. If I had sworn in a road rage or just during a chat, that would be a different matter. He was not going to alter my behaviour chart, or even put in a comment about it. But young lady this does not mean I’m being a soft Daddy, left me tell you now, this is not a free pass for you to swear whenever you feel like it, you will feel the wrath of Daddy if you start swearing again. But for now, you have not let me down, you’ve not let yourself down or anything else.

I breathed deeply whilst I listened to him, relieved yet still upset with myself but grateful Daddy wasn’t cross with me. I guess sometimes on the very rare occasion, Daddy could forgive me for swearing but only on a very rare occasion. I just need to forgive myself now too.

I was surprised how upset I was, making me realise how much I wanted to please not just Daddy but Master too and how much better it feels being a good girl than a bratty girl always in trouble. Though I know the bratty side will come out at times but if it’s only every now and then I don’t think that’s too bad.

An unexpected but very nice hand spanking.

An unexpected but very nice hand spanking.

I always find it hard to do different selfies for Master and Daddy.

I mean how many boob and happy spot pictures can you take that are not just

repeating itself over and over.

I do try to be inventive but it’s not easy.

I often look over other girls photos to see if I could do the same or something similar.

On Friday I asked Master if he could take a photo of my bum,

you can never get a full, central picture using a selfie stick plus you’ve no idea

what you are taking really.

Anyway Master agreed as I bent over the bed.

Master pushed my front down on the bed, when I tried to get up,

he pushed me down again.

Slapping my buttock hard, moving to my side, he used one arm to hold me tight

then he began spanking me. Oh it felt so nice, making me think back to all the

other times I had been in this position.

Master continued hand spanking me, hard swats must have made his hand sore

as he got up and opened the toy drawer. I turned around to watch him, trying to

figure out what he was getting.

Then I saw the palm paddle being pushed over his hand.

“Erm I never told you to turn around did I ?” he asked.

My tummy flipped in excitement, I knew that tone in his voice, I loved this voice,

it belonged to my sexy serious Master.

Quickly I replied, “No Master, sorry.” I turned around quickly grinning.

He sat on the bed, next to me, one arm tucked around me,

as he started spanking me again.

I immediately ouched loudly, then thankfully Master went slightly more gentle.

“Oh my pain threshold is rubbish now,” I complained.

“It’s fine,” Master replied, yet he still went softer again.

The one amazing thing about when Master goes softer is that I love the slower

burning build up on my bottom. I can feel all the sensations stronger now, each

slap sends electric shocks over my nerves, it burns hotter and hotter,

the pain feeling more intense.

I begin to grip the quilt tightly, one arm goes around to Masters back and side,

fisting his t’shirt.

Master chuckles, he knows the pain is growing stronger,

I’m enjoying it, yet it hurts so much and I did not want it to end.

My wriggling becomes vigorous, legs kicking out, arms flailing ridiculously.

Tears sprang to my eyes, I can’t believe I was crying from a hand spanking/palm

paddling. Yet it felt so good, a release of built up tension,

I’ve needed and wanted this for so long, but as the intensity of the burn

strengthened, I began to fight with the urge to call out our safe word.

Something I never do, I may have said it twice over the 5 years we have been in

this dynamic, and I really didn’t want to say it, I didn’t want to give up,

I didn’t want to appear weak and make Master disappointed I was going to call

time and have to end our play.

But as tears began to roll from my eyes I cried out RED.

And Master stopped straight away.

Breathing deeply, trying to calm myself down Master stroked my sore skin,

teasing my bum hole as fingers went close.

His fingers circled my hole, occasionally one finger touched the entrance,

hearing me gasp, Master chuckled again, bending down he licked it,

circled around then his fingers continued. I think I must have moaned or groaned

when he got up, “Oh are you wanting your hole tonguing, licking and sucking ?”

Master asked. I nodded quickly, giggling and wiggling my bum a little.

Master treated me to a lovely play, he teased me by pushing his penis slightly in,

or rolling it around the entrance as I tried to push back, to get him inside me.

But this time Master was enjoying the tease, as I continued to try to get him inside

my hole, he would just move away, refusing to enter me.

He continued his tease, scraping my back with his nails, kissing and nibbling me,

I was cautious as usual when teeth became close to my body in case he bit me.

But then I felt his warm juices slip down my crack, I heard the familiar grunts from

Master as his hot cum squirted over my bum, leaving it dribbling down me and onto

the floor. Wiping the remains of his juices over my bum cheeks, he got dressed again and said, “I will leave you to clean up.”

It really was an unexpected very pleasant spanking.

Not D/s related, just a day gardening.

Preparations for the garage in the garden.

Master and I haven’t  done much in our D/s lifestyle for a while. You know what it’s like, your “normal” life gets in the way, my health left me unable to do anything since early December, Master has been sick with man-flu so hasn’t wanted to do much, but he’s had too, I’ve had too. Master had taken 3 days off work to get stuff done. We needed to clear out the garden area ready for the new garage. Now the pond has been moved, the fish and hopefully frogs are settled in their bigger pond and their new position in the garden.

But we still had tons to do, move the rocks for the pond, lift the stone circle and place it roughly where I wanted it to go, empty both sheds, move my small shed and break up the big shed. Then take it all to the tip.

But to be honest by the time we did this, I couldn’t do anymore, my back was way past killing me, walking became difficult, so I stopped for the rest of the day. Master was also close to stopping too, so he suggested we advertise someone to take the rubbish, knock the shed down then take it all to the tip. He said if it cost £60 he would prefer to pay. So I put the advert in Facebook, and soon after some silly replies we found someone who was willing to do it that day for £80. Master was happy to pay it and one hour later everything was gone. It looked strange not to have the shed there, the garden looked bigger.

But we haven’t finished with the jobs yet, Master has to put the pump, water filter and pipes into the pond and this time we want to do it carefully. The filter must be completely flat so no water leaks, put in a position easy to get to, but not really seen. He and E will need to dig up my black bamboo and I will put that in a pot for now, dig up another 2 plants I don’t want anymore, then I think that’s all they could do. Master intends to hire a man with a small digger to dig down about 6” before we can put a layer of rock down, then we can hire a cement mixer to put the layer of cement down. Once that’s dry we can then order the garage.

I think it’s a put together yourself garage, so everyone will have to come and help us. But now the shed is gone it does feel that bit nearer to completing this job. The garden looks awful at the moment, the only thing I hate when doing big jobs, is the mess it makes, during the time doing it.

But I’ve really enjoyed working with Master, yes I overdid it, lifting smaller flagstones from the stone circle, rolling the big rocks away from the old pond. Bending to cut away the plants that were there, pulling it away from the fence. All stuff I know I shouldn’t do, and I know I will pay the price over the next week when my back really hurts again but sometimes you just have to get these things done, and I love doing jobs with Master. Also if I have to have a week of sick leave again, at least I know there’s a reason behind it, it kinda makes me accept the pain better then. Because I’ve actually helped with a job for once. It’s made me feel more like a person again, more like I’ve been needed today, and I’ve actually managed to help. It really has been a great day.

Little Minxs Good Girl Chart.

Last Saturday evening Daddy and I skyped with another Dd/lg couple I have known for a good number of years, I met them chatting on SpankingTube. I will call them DaddyW and littleM. Daddy has since chatted via text or skype with DaddyW about their dynamic. He explained about the chart system they have, then LittleM explained how it was used and the benefits for it.

So my Daddy decided this was what we were going to do.

The day is split into morning, afternoon, evening, the box turns Green for all good behaviour, Yellow,  if I’ve received warnings or been told off and Red, if I’ve just been a total brat. Daddy writes small comments on how my behaviour has been in the box.

Its done on the computer so we can look back on previous weeks.

If I got all greens in a week, Daddy may let me have a little treat. ( An outfit from Build A Bear for Minxsie or a charm for my bracelet. )

But this week, Daddy will give me a much bigger treat if I manage to get all greens. He said. I’m getting you a new cuddlie because A…I love you loads….B…you’ve had a terrible few months with your back…C….as a treat and a point that you can be a good girl when you put your mind, heart and soul into it. So I will take you to Build A Bear and you can choose another bear and outfit. But don’t forget you have to be a good girl all week.

Hearing this news I really did feel like an excited little girl, oh I’ve gotta try real hard this week I thought.

When Daddy said he would buy me charms as a treat, I thought that seemed too expensive as a littles good girl reward, so I told Daddy.

He replied telling me (again) that if he wanted to spend his pennies on a charm that’s up to him. Its his choice, he told me.

Sending me the chart update, Daddy had changed the shade of green, to a more yellowy green colour. A warning to me, that I was close to getting a yellow, and to stop talking about money with him.

But this was so exciting as I’ve been wanting another cuddily for a while and another outfit for Minxsie. So I really have been on my best behaviour this week. Sometimes its been hard, I’ve nearly given him cheek, nearly thrown a tantrum, but I’ve stopped myself. I was on early bedtimes this week so I’ve made sure I was in bed for 7pm, colouring with only 1 red and blue pencil, as I was told, showing what you could do with only two colours, using shading, mixing the colours, for one hour each night then I was allowed to watch TV for one hour. And on

the dot, 9pm, I switched off the TV.

It has shown me that I can be good, that I can stop myself from arguing, being cheeky, cursing, being a brat. I can actually be a good girl. Not even needing to be a teeny weeny bit bratty for my own fun. But it’s been okay, I’ve not really missed that.

I couldn’t help myself going on the Build A Bear website and looking at their teddies, and I have found one I love. A purple and pink rabbit. And a white ballerinas outfit. I told Daddy I had looked coz I did wonder if that was a bit naughty but Daddy didn’t mind. If I can get this she’s gonna be called Marshmallow. I’ve one more day, until the week is up, then when Daddy can, he will take me shopping.

One more day, stay good for one more day Little Minxs, you can do it. You may surprise yourself and continue being good.

Waking up in the morning, all sore in different places.

Waking up in the morning all sore in different places.

Sunday morning I woke up, hearing Daddy already up, letting the pets go in the garden, cleaning the kitchen. When he came back into the living room, he climbed back into bed and snuggled up closely to me. Slowly his hand slid down my body, fingers spreading my legs as they also found my happy spot.

A spot so sore, I winced as he touched me, rolling my clit round and round, as fingers tried to enter me. I felt so swollen, extremely painful and very dry. The dryness caused by my flippin menopause, I was ready to tell Daddy to use the lube PjggyJ brought down last night but I didn’t. I think I find it a bit embarrassing to be so dry. It’s not because I’m not turned on, absolutely not, the HRT patches are supposed to alleviate this problem, but it’s not working.

Anyway feeling my dryness, Daddy licked his fingers then entered again. It was hard to push the pain to the back of my head, to not say stop but it also reminded me of the fun we had the night before, a grin on my face as I remembered.

I’ve been on sick leave since the beginning of December, so we’ve not really played. Its banned when I’m on sick leave because I can’t help moving, grinding, thrashing about. Even this weekend Master said we were allowed to play but we must be gentle.

And Daddy did make sure I didn’t go mad, but he also wanted to rock my world. He wanted to pleasure me until I could take no more.

He certainly made that happen, I grinned as I looked back, how many times had I cum, at least 5 or 6. I know I squirted, well I gushed like a dam bursting, 4 or 5 times that night, and boy did I need it. Even after my first one, my body kinda felt refreshed,  I felt alive again. But Daddy hadn’t finished with me yet.

As his fingers delved into the depths of my happy spot, his thumb tickled and teased my clit, it wasn’t long before I felt my juices begin to slip around Daddy’s fingers, making it feel amazing once more. Sitting up, Daddy was able to reach deeper, I gasped, grinding myself to meet his fingers. An orgasm building up inside me, I cried out, unable to keep it quiet.

“Do you want to cum babygirl ?” Daddy asked. I cried out a Yes please. “Are you ready to squirt baby ?” he asked  Yeesssss I muttered/cried/screamed out. Daddy laughed, “Cum for me, little girl, make Daddy proud. Squirt for me baby.” I needed no encouraging, as I almost violently let myself go, my cum gushed out like a tsunami, flooding the bed, I felt it up my back but I hadn’t finished as Daddy paused for a moment, so I could get my breath back, but only seconds later he started again and I was quickly thrown into our passion once more. This time there was no squirting, it was a calmer orgasm, one to end a desperate play, I’d been frantic for. Daddy had certainly rocked my world.

Cheerios joke

Cheerios

Ready for a good joke?

Side note: I don’t agree with spanking as a form of discipline for children, so let’s just assume this scenario took place, say, in the 50s, before anyone knew any better.

Two brothers were playing together when the eldest boldly said, “George, I think it’s time that we started swearing.” They decided today would be that day. So at breakfast when their Mother asked what they wanted to eat, the oldest brother bravely said, “Aw fuck, Ma, I’ll just have some Cheerios.” The mother spanked him soundly and sent him crying up to his room. She turned to the younger brother, narrowed her eyes, and said, “And what would YOU like for breakfast?” To which the boy replied, “I don’t know, Ma, but it sure as shit ain’t gunna be Cheerios!” 

Copied this from elsewhere but thought I had to share it.