Saturday round to Daddy’s Part 2.

Saturday round to Daddy’s and PiggyJ’s house for the evening. Part 2 Master’s surprise.

PiggyJ and I took some time to choose these toys, the wooden paddle/shot glasses board and carpet beater I picked, I’ve wanted the carpet beater for a few years now.

PiggyJ found a new shop called Mchurt, it had lots of leather toys in there. So she chose a few, I chose a few, then we picked out our favourites and bought them.

House of Eros Carpet Beater from Uberkinky.

From Mchurt;

Mums big punishment paddle.

The punch

Long Alcatraz Strap.

Then I found a 4 shot glass wooden board, with places for the glasses to sit, PiggyJ collects shot glasses so I saw this and thought it had a duel purpose. Shot glasses, plus a hefty looking wooden paddle. On the handle I got inscribed Masters subs, then got all our names inscribed on the glasses. PiggyJ was made up with this present so she has it on show in her bedroom.

Here are the photos and the description of each one.



Saturday round to Daddy’s Part 1.

Saturday round to Daddy’s and PiggyJ’s for the evening. Part 1

We had a change going round today, we packed no toys. I had a few bits for Daddy, I didn’t ask Master what toys to take, neither did I pack anything, I didn’t even get the bag out. But I figured if Master wanted something he wudda said.

But we had a surprise in store for Master.

Daddy came home an hour later as he was working, then popped to the supermarket for a few bits. He bought Master and I a few treats but didn’t buy PiggyJ anything, so she wasn’t very impressed. I then realised I forgot to bring him some lager from our house so he went back out to buy treats for PiggyJ and beer for himself.

When he came home, I helped prepare dinner. Well it was all mostly done. Piggy had to mix her quiche mixture to put in the bought pastry case, that then went into the oven. Daddy and I were having a cooked chicken and salad, Master was having King prawns and salad, PiggyJ was having mushroom quiche with salad. We all liked different salads so I helped tell Daddy what Master liked, then mine as Daddy did the other plates. Adding boiled eggs, coleslaw, beetroot, pickled onions, and a few slices of crusty baguette. It was a lovely, yummy dinner, Daddy let me have a drink of wine in my sippy cup, well I ended up drinking half the bottle.

We watched a film of PiggyJ’s choice, BirdBox, but to be honest, it was pretty rubbish. But at least she enjoyed it.

Me and PiggyJ were naked, Daddy didn’t bother, even though we should always be naked in Master’s presence, Master showed no signs of getting naked either. Or wanting to play. But i’ve a feeling he got a blowjob whilst we were preparing dinner.

It was just nice to have quality time altogether, watching TV. Master doesn’t want our dynamic to be just about sex, he wants a real relationship where we didnt have sex with every meetup. And to be fair Master is exhausted at the moment, work stress is not doing him any good at all.

When the film finished we were going to watch another film but it was getting late and we needed to get back home to see the dogs..

So we gave Master his surprise. Two boxes for Master to open, one for PiggyJ to open.

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.

Last Saturdays digging job.

Master and Daddy digging in the garden.

As our families have grown closer and closer, it’s really nice when we can get together and do jobs.

The new puppy Blue comes with them all the time, our 2 dogs are getting used to him. Dave is still teaching Blue that he’s the Dom dog, Muffin as usual stays away, antisocial princess, she’s taken to sitting on the back of the settee, where Blue can’t get to her. Unfortunately I think Muffin will be like this every time he comes here, she does it to all the dogs that visits.

Anyway, in our garden we are having a few changes, as we will be building a garage this year so Master can tinker with his cars anytime of the year. Well I suppose it will be more like his man cave, he wants a little fridge, a heater, Daddy has a TV for him to put on the wall, he obviously needs a worktop, his Christmas present was a mechanics tool cupboard. It’s full already so he’s looking into buying another one once the garage is built.

But before the garage can be done, there’s a lot of clearing up to do first. My bistro circle paving needs lifting up and cemented further down the garden, 1 shed needs throwing out plus most of its contents, E is going to sell his bike, my small half shed needs moving elsewhere but as yet we’ve no idea where it will go, plants need digging up, my black bamboo needs planting somewhere else and we need to put our new bigger pond by our patio area so we can move the fish.

Hence the weekend job.

Daddy said he would come and help Master dig the hole and help build the garage. So PiggyJ, C, (their son) and Blue came yesterday. We all had lunch then the boys went to start digging.

C has been a few times now and has now started treating our home as his home, which is what we want, as a typical teenager doesn’t say loads but he loves being with the dogs or upstairs in our room watching stuff on his tablet. PiggyJ said she could tell he was happy to be at ours, and he mentioned getting some toys for Blue to keep at our house. I was just so happy when he said that, it proved to me he was happy coming here.

Two hours later the hole was dug up, soil packed into the sides behind the pond wall, then they began filling it up with water plus some water from the filter of the smaller pond. Master found 2 more frogs living in the filter box, we have no idea how they are getting in, but they were.

It was lovely watching the men working together, having some time together, chatting and having a laugh, they both worked very hard doing the pond but it wasn’t finished yet. There was a dead bush that needed digging up, it had been there 18 years so the roots were thick and strong but they managed with a tug of war. I felt a bit emotional when that was being dug up because our last dog Hollie was buried there and I didn’t want to disturb her, but I’ve ordered a new bush to go in the same spot so she will be happy seeing butterflies around the flowers. It was her favourite spot in the garden.

When the jobs were done for the day Daddy went up for a shower, he had to use some of Masters clothes as he forgot to bring some, I reminded him how to switch the shower on then left him to clean up. A few minutes later I happened to walk upstairs just at the right time, I was stood on the mini landing, as Daddy walked out of the bathroom naked. My head was just at the right level to his penis, and he seemed very happy to see me, so I couldn’t resist, I gave him a little kiss and suck. Pulling away, Daddy bent down to kiss me then I asked would he like a bit more, without waiting for a reply I greedily took him in my mouth again.

One thing I’m surprised about is that neither Master or Daddy can feel my tongue piercing. I felt sure they would feel it, being one of the most sensitive parts of their body, but they don’t.

Anyway, I began to really enjoy this bj, before he pulled away laughing, he said he wanted to wait until Monday when we have the day together. I grumbled but stood up and sat on the bed whilst he got dressed. He told me to leave the other clothes here as they will do for spares if needed.

Master finished his last few bits before going for a shower. C was happy playing with the dogs or playing on his tablet, whilst we were all in the kitchen making drinks, Daddy had started on the Budweiser. I suggested that PiggyJ should go upstairs and offer Master a blowjob, but she said no, he hasn’t asked for me so I don’t want to have him presume I would do it. We were just discussing it for a few minutes when she heard Master shout for her. Daddy and I began laughing as PiggyJ went upstairs to do her duties. Daddy then distracted C, and showed him the games we have on the TV.

Everyone chilled for a while, Master got himself a drink, Daddy was already drinking so I had a Jack Daniels Firestarter, I love this drink since Daddy introduced me to it. But of course your serving at home is nowhere near where you would get in a pub, Master reckoned this one was a triple at least.  But it doesn’t last long. I began cooking the pizzas for dinner, but they were all out of sync a bit in the oven. Daddy helped, well to be fair he took over, but when we were cooking PiggyJ’s pizza, we burnt it to a crisp. I tell you, I will burn everything. I knew she wasn’t pleased and I don’t blame her. Why couldn’t it have been my pizza, Daddy’s or even Master’s.

Luckily Master had 3 slices left so he gave them to PiggyJ, then when we cooked C’s, we gave her 3 slices of that pizza. I felt so guilty about it, but luckily she was alright.

We ate our pizzas, then settled down with some sweeties, Daddy got me another drink, which was literally half a tumbler size glass. Master said that must be the equivalent to 8 shots of JD in a pub. It’s just so tasty, I could tell I was starting to feel drunk, well quite drunk.

It was a pity that C was there, at that particular moment  as we cudda had another fab play altogether and finish with me not remembering a thing again. Like the last time I got drunk on JD. But it was time for them to go, so Daddy got C and Blue in the car, then came back and told me it was bedtime. Come on, bed, Daddy told me. Saying night night to Master and PiggyJ, Daddy took me upstairs, he helped me undress, put my unglamorous (well greyish looking long sleeved nightie) on, got me into bed. I had asked if I could watch TV and Daddy said yes, but by the time my head hit the pillow, I just wanted to sleep. So Daddy tucked me in, gave me Little Minxs teddy, kissed me na-night then turned the light off.

It was really special having Daddy tuck me in, I really felt like the ‘little’ I crave to be, I would have asked Daddy to tell me a little bedtime story too but I knew C and Blue were in the car waiting for Daddy and PiggyJ. I heard Master go outside and see them to their car and watch them leave then I was gone, fast asleep into the dreamworld for the drunkards, lol. I woke up in the middle of the night with a terrible hangover, went back to sleep then woke up fine. It was a great day.

Very late TMI Tuesday.

Hello sexies! Welcome to TMI Tuesday.


1. What type of clothes make you feel sexy?
a. a specially selected casual outfit
b. lingerie or silky pajamas
c. elegant, dressy evening clothes
d. anything that leaves me almost naked

Can I say all of them, I can feel sexy in one of my casual dresses, feel super set in my Basque, I’d love an elegant dressy evening gown, fully done up but I also love wandering around naked or in my sexy apron doing the cleaning.

Specially selected casual outfit.

2. Which do you prefer?
a. pillow talk
b. sexy texting
c. love notes

Sexy texting definitely, nothing has got me through my hospital stays more than sexting Master. When we both wrote a short story, him writing one chapter, me the next, and so on, it was brilliant. Made the time pass so much quicker.

Sexy texting.

3. Which do you do best?
a. pillow talk
b. sexting
c. writing love notes


Sexting, just writing my blogs, writing my novel or sexting Master or Daddy, I love it.

Sexting, I’m amazing.

4. You been granted just ONE of the following in your favorite city/place in the world. Which would you choose and why?
a. 24 hours of romance
b. 24 hours of lust (intense, overwhelming sexual desire but not acted upon mixed with enthusiasm for life)
c. 24 hours of sex

24 hours of sex, lust and romance, I’m a demanding, greedy little serf.

24 hours of sex

5. How do you tap into your sexiness?

Read sexy novel in the bath, followed by shaving and moisturizing, slipping into my Basque, which really turns me on.

Wake up.

Bonus: Which is better–your digital sex life or your in-the-flesh sex life?

They’re equally good.

They’re equally good.

Masters answers are in bold and italic.

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And swearing yet again.

So Monday was a very bad day for me, I spent the day with mum and Dad, it was Dad’s birthday so we went for lunch. It was a lovely day, but ended a bit upsetting. Mum’s dementia switch went off, she went from being Mum to this stranger in Mum’s body, claiming I was in a mood with her and was giving her filthy looks. All nonsense, but to her it seemed real. It seems unfair to go and leave Dad to cope with Mum, but past experience has shown, it’s best to go, if she’s having a tantrum about me. Dad can calm her down better.

I always think I’ve accepted that Mum has Dementia and Alzheimer’s, but when the stranger appears, and vile, horrible things start coming out of Mum’s mouth, it affects me deeply. By the time I got home and told Master it really had upset me.

Master says I need to just let these comments pass over my head, but it’s hard to do that. He thinks until I can do that, every time Mum changes it will upset me. I guess I think he’s right, but it’s easier said than done when it’s someone so close to you.

Emotions and tiredness turned me into a moody brat. And instead of taking it out on Master, I took it out on Daddy, Master wasn’t well so it didn’t seem a very nice thing to do to him. But it wasn’t nice for Daddy either.

But he’s now experienced my grumpy moodiness when I’m tired. And my potty mouth also comes out.

Daddy asked what I said, I told him, Dave’s done a shit in the front garden. (That’s one of the dogs.)

Daddy laughed but then reeled off a whole load of other things I could have said, that didn’t include a swear word. This got me truly pissed off. I told him that I imagined he would say a whole selection of naughty words, had it been him, could I say those words. Knowing of course I couldn’t. Daddy firmly told me that his little girl would not use bad language. I said I was having an early night before any more words came out as I could feel a huge major brat attack coming on. I then told him I was not hacked off with him, tiredness, grumpiness and Mum is not a good mix.

I said I refused to reply to him, in case any BAD WORDS COME OUT.

His reply came quickly, LITTLE MINXS YOU NO BETTER. GO TO BED, NO TV.

Sending me to bed, no TV, “Master, can Daddy do this?” “Is it in your rules?” He asked, “No don’t think so.” I told him. “Then it needs to be in the rules, outlining any punishment he may want to give you.”

 

From here I’ve done something a bit naughty. Daddy video called when he got home from work today, Thursday, he said I looked absolutely shattered and needed an early night. I said I was, I was struggling to write my blog, so he told me to put it away until tomorrow. But I wanted it done today, so as soon as I hung up from Daddy, I continued to write it. Then tomorrow I’ve just got to work on my maths to catch up on. Thats 12 pages from last Sunday until tomorrow. Daddy said to do 4 pages tomorrow then every day do an extra page until I’m up to date but I would like to get them done. If I can. I’ve only got the blog from yesterday with Daddy to catch up on. I hate being so late writing my blogs. Oh and I’ve got to post photos too. Anyway let’s continue in secret to write the blog. Secret, why on earth did I put that, I know full well he reads them all. Oh well I could write it then post it tomorrow but I’d only end up admitting what I’ve done so let’s just finish it off.

 

Now this is where nice kind Daddy needs to stand firm and not allow me to act this way, no matter the reason or excuse.

Daddy apologised for being narky, he just doesn’t want me to use bad words. But Daddy said he needs to understand when you’ve had a poo day, I told him then, poo day or not, I should NOT take it out on him, I wouldn’t take it out on Master, I would just go to bed. It’s showing respect to Master and you, not disrespecting you both by taking my mood out on them..

Anyway, that night I had an early night, but had a terrible nights sleep again. After a week of little sleep, I’m not the best slave / little at all.

Tuesday morning, Daddy checked in on me to see if I was in a better mood and more importantly, did I get a good sleep. I said my mood was slightly better but I had another bad night.

“Right well your punishment for swearing yesterday is I want you to suck on a bar of soap for 3 minutes and video it.” He messaged me.

“Right Daddy, well I’ve sworn twice more so do I just add another 2 minutes to it.” I asked moodily.

“Yes please Little Minxs.” Daddy told me.

So whilst doing Daddy’s lines I did my soaping too.

Now the punishment did state I was to suck on a soapy bar of soap.  I ran the soap under the tap until it went softer and a little soapy. By the time I was ready to video it, the soap was drier and the soapy bubbles had all gone. But it had been soapy.

I placed it in my mouth, my tongue was up and held it there until the time was up, which was fine, until J watched the video.  She said to Daddy, “Have you watched the video yet ?” “No, I’ve not yet, why ?” Daddy asked her. “Little Minxs is not sucking on the soap, she’s just holding it between her teeth.” J told him. “Let me see,” Daddy said, watching the video. “The cheeky Little Minxs.”

On the Wednesday when we were together, Daddy told me about the soaping, telling me that J spotted it. Well I couldn’t hide my amusement, I giggled the entire time he told me I’d been caught out. Such a brat. LOL

I tried to convince him that he had not said suck on a bar of soap but he wasn’t falling for it. Next time I will be more specific.

If Master said a mouth soaping, this would mean rubbing the soap along my teeth top and bottom, inside and outside teeth, rub insides of both cheeks and rub over tongue then hold soap in your mouth with your tongue down.

So Daddy said, “Don’t you worry Little Minxs, I know what you’re going to do. You’re going to cut a cube of soap off, and SUCK ON IT until it has gone.”

“Yeah yeah, okay.” I said, like that’s gonna happen. God, I’m gonna regret saying this aren’t I.

Another punishment he will give me will be an ice cold shower when either he or Master is home to ensure it goes on ice cold. Somehow he doesn’t trust I will do my punishment properly.

Me,  Daddy !!!!!!!!!!   Of course I will. ( My feet were crossed writing this down, so technically it’s not a fib. )

So now I think I’m up to date with the blogs, except for our day together yesterday when we visited my favourite piercer, and went to 3 other places too. But we had a lovely day. I’ll will fill you in on that one tomorrow. Don’t think I’ve sworn in this blog, I have reread it about 4 times to be sure, but not sure if I swear in the blogs, if that’s okay or not. I need to find out and it should be in the rules, one way or the other.

The dynamic is still only new so it’s quite normal to be adding onto the rules or putting more detail in. Maybe it’s something we should do together, I think I will suggest that. Anyway, it’s nearly 7.30pm, Daddy told me to get an early night so I think I’m going to go up in a minute. Least I’ve done that bit right then. Master is away til tomorrow and who knows where E is, as usual I’ve had no message to say he’s going out. More words will be said about this. Anyway, nightie night all of you kinky F*****s, enjoy your evening.

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.

TMI Tuesday, even though it’s late. TMI Thursday.

It’s time for another fascinating TMI Tuesday.

1. ​You can only keep 3 things: (pick and explain your choices)

Coffee
Jewellery
Books
Chocolate
Wine or Beer
Netflix
Tacos

Coffee, chocolate and books. Can’t live without coffee or chocolate, and happily read my books rather than watch TV.

Netflix, tacos and beer, that way I’ve got telly, food and drink.

2. If your job gave you a surprise 3-day paid break, what would you do with those three days?

Go on holiday, a break to Amsterdam maybe, I’d love to go to New York but even though people go for a weekend break, I think you need more than a 3 day break to go there.

Finish my turbo on my new car.

3. Have you ever had a threesome? What was the configuration?

Yes, me, Master and a TG, male to female.

Yes, which time.

4. In a threesome, do you like to be the star attraction or a bit player/personal  assistant?

Oohhhh hard one, star attraction so I was their play toy.

Hello, the star attraction obviously.

5. Would you have another  threesome?

Yes, certainly would.

Definitely.


Bonus:  Rate your last  threesome on a scale of 1-5, 5 being fantastic.

A 3, I wouldn’t fancy the same configuration with a TG again.

Oh 5.

Master’s answers are in italic.
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Happy TMI Tuesday!

Due a spanking on Saturday.

My expected punishment on Saturday.

 

Daddy has made it very clear that he will not tolerate a potty mouth from his little girl. Some people may wonder why on earth I told him but as a submissive, I feel very guilty if I’ve broken any rules with Master or Daddy. So every day if I’ve cursed, I have to own up. But getting the tattoo, i thought Daddy would have a little sympathy due to how many tattoos he has, but J said the tattoos didn’t bother him, he even fell asleep during some of them.    

But Daddy said I could have chosen another word instead of swearing, especially using the F word.

All he said was he would video chat with me after work.

I could tell he was not happy with me.

At 4.15pm Daddy video called, we had a little chat before he mentioned my potty mouth. “How many times did you curse baby girl ?” He asked.

I looked away, guilt going through my body.

“How many ?” Daddy asked again.

“Erm about 15, or 20. It was a lot Daddy. Sorry.” I told him

“Choose a number one to five.” He said.

I was puzzled, and just said “3”

“Right. on Saturday as soon as you come round, I’m going to spank you 45 swats with that paddle I used on Saturday. Before we go out for dinner. You will be bent over the bed, Master has said, it will be videoed like mine was last Saturday.

Then when we go for our meal, you will make sure your bottom is bare on the chair. You will stop the potty mouth. Little girl, I promise you will.

 

45 swats with the jokari, I’m never going to cope with this. I was a bit sulky about it, and when Master said he wanted it videoed, that meant Master would be there to ensure Daddy swatted me hard enough, I was even more sulky.

Daddy asked why I was sulking but I didn’t tell in case he got  mad and added more. But then having to sit bare on the chair in the pub, well that was………I don’t know, I didn’t think he’d be this strict. It’s good, its what I need, but I’m not looking forward to Saturday now. Well I’m not looking forward to the spanking. I really need to stop my cursing but its really hard.

Tattoo touch up today. Mmmm

Today was the day for the final touch up of Quackers, we had decided what we thought was needed and J, the tattooist agreed with me. He said yellow was the worst colour to tattoo as it sinks into your skin and looks faded. So he did the yellow first as it was also the nastiest more painful area too. I swore a lot and I mean a lot, but I have owned up to Daddy, I know I won’t get away with it but it was very very painful doing the duck. The vine was okay but when he coloured the flowers in, well my other leg was flinching, I was biting my thumb to stop me swearing, but didn’t make much difference, so I just apologised to J, who said it was okay as he knew how painful it was.

Funnily actually he said you can tell when its becoming too much again for the person. Because they start laughing, which was exactly what I was doing by the end of it. I was surprised it only took 2 hours, but I must admit, I thought it would take longer. But I love it.