My stubborn behaviour left me feeling so guilty, I had to own up about my indescretion.

Miss Adira set a new rule about July time, that I could not dye my hair my usual plum colour, not dye it at all. She wanted to see my natural hair color and I hate my natural colour, strawberry blond, it’s a bit dull, boring. Much preferring the bold, bright purple or bright chilli red. It kinda makes a statement, shows my real personality. I was not happy at all, every week or so, I asked and the answer was always no. After a month or so, I heard her tell Master that she was only doing it to wind me up, it was funny. Well I was fuming when I heard that, I said, “Well if that’s the case then, I will dye my hair this week.” “No you will not.” She stated, I could tell she meant every word. 

There was no changing her mind, and I was getting more and more peeved about it. By late October my stubborn, pigheaded head was working overtime, my bratty head began working too much. One night I was sat in bed, it was time for me to turn the TV off and do some colouring for 20 minutes, Miss Adira’s rule.

I began thinking, Well if Miss Adira won’t let me dye my hair, then I’m not gonna do my colouring and I’m gonna watch TV until 10pm, so there. IMaging me pulling my tongue out as well, being a real brat.

So it began, I had this thought every night, but because I’m so stubborn, I continued my deception. Thinking I had one over Miss Adira. 

As time went on, I began to feel terribly guilty. But the more she repeatedly said No to me, the more I continued. I often worried if Master had got the camera in our room working so Miss Adira or Daddy could connect to it and see what I was up to. 

I also wondered why Miss Adira hadn’t asked where was my daily photograph to show the colouring I did the night before. She never asked once. Naturally I never mentioned it, but I was very surprised about her non-reaction.

This was very unlike Miss Adira, She is always on the ball with my tasks,  knowing immediately if I’ve missed one, yet she still said nothing.

I think this made my guilty feeling become stronger, By the end of November every night I felt immense guilt turning the lights and TV off at 10pm, but I continued. The same thoughts going in my head, Well if DiDi won’t let me dye my hair, then I’m still not doing my colouring. I know it’s pathetic, ridiculous and most of all very childish.

After our lovely weekend celebrating Miss Adira’s birthday, I thought I had to own up. It was getting closer to Christmas, my guilt was building inside, so just before Christmas I told her, well I thought I messaged her on Whatsapp, but I couldn’t find it so I asked DiDi to look. Apparently I wrote it in my daily diary and on Whatsapp, I got this message, “Just dye your hair.” I replied “No, I’m not doing it.”

By now, I’d kinda accepted that I was never gonna be able to dye me hair again, I’d just have to deal with the colour, it didn’t help when Daddy kept telling me to just dye my hair. I repeatedly told him, “It is more than my life is worth.” So I was starting to accept my natural hair colour.

Then on Boxing Day when we were exchanging gifts, Miss Adira handed me a basket filled with little gifts, the first thing I saw was a box of hair dye, exactly the one I use. Apparently Master had the job of trying to find a box of my hair colour in my bedroom cupboards, take a picture of it and send it to DiDi, so she could buy the right one. It was quite a task for him to do it without me seeing or finding it out.

So you can imagine the guilt I felt then. It was the worst feeling ever. And as the days went on, Miss Adira still said nothing about my indiscretion. On the 2nd January the boys were back at work, the rules were starting again, after being allowed a Christmas break. I asked Miss Adira if the bedtime rules restart, she replied. “You would presume correct.” 

Again there was no other comment from her, I swear this is like the worst punishment I could have about this. My guilt was just bursting out, it was killing me just waiting for her to say something about it.

On the 8th January I asked again, “Are you ever going to bring up the bedtime crime ?” I asked her, I was feeling really guilty about it. She sent me a very happy, smiley emoji as her reply. “That’s why you’re not saying anything isn’t it, coz you know this was as bad as receiving a punishment.” I stated. “Yup,” she said. “Oh that’s cruel, so so cruel,” I replied. “Yes I am,” DiDi answered. “But still loves ya,” I told her. “Love you more,” she answered.

From then on, my guilt started to lift, it was very slow, and at bedtime I still thought about it. So my rule is bedtime at 9pm, watch TV until 9.40pm, turn the TV off and do some colouring until 10pm. If I’m tired before then, I am to go to sleep.

So as it’s a new year, Miss Adira wanted to take our dynamic further, we both wanted her to go stricter, she wanted to add more restrictive rules, like Daddy choosing my clothes for the day, choosing my meals, telling me if I’m allowed booze or treaties. I told her I was very happy to have more, so we spent the next few days discussing possible new rules. Set so many hours watching TV, Should I ask to watch TV, Should I ask to watch the particular programme.

In the end we finally got some new rules set.

  1. Ask to sit on the furniture when we are together as a group or just us.
  2. Ask permission to use the toilet. (If no response in time to be determined) then consider permission is granted.
  3. 6 hours of TV per day – time can be earned or deducted, if deducted then Miss Adira will notify ma about what can be done instead in the time deducted. This goes from 8am to 5pm. From 5pm – 8.45pm it’s Master’s choice of TV. If I’m up in the night, I may watch unlimited TV of recorded programmes only, until 8am.
  4. Permission to speak to be asked for. When in the group, ask to speak once for the time together. When it’s just the 2 of us, ask every time.
  5. Permission to be asked for what colour I will dye my hair.
  6. To play with oneself to learn how to make myself squirt, twice a week, videoed.
  7. I am to keep a butt plug and jingle balls in my handbag all the time so at anytime Miss Adira can tell me to go and put either in and video doing it.
  8. Improve on etiquette, good manners, behaving ladylike and courteous to others. Addressing people correctly, waiting for everyone to get their food before eating, not talking over people, opening the door for someone, when passing a drink in a cup ensure the handle is facing them.
  9. Months when chapters of MissAdita’s book is to be written are – February, April. June, August, October and December.

 

My first experience with the jiggle balls was on Monday. I was going to a ballet at the theatre, Miss Adira had told me to go to the toilets in the interval and put the jingles in, videoing it as well. I asked if she would mind if I did it when we first get to the theatre as I don’t go to the toilets in the interval, the queue is always far too long. She said that was fine.

We arrived with plenty of time, so I headed to the disabled toilet, got me phone out and put it in a place where he would be able to see a bit. I had no lube so I put a little bit of soap on it. Well could I put the darnn thing in……no I could not. Huffing and puffing it was not easy, my right foot up on the toilet. I could not shove the thing in. I could hear people outside, there was a queue now. So I tried my left leg up on the toilet, see if that works. No, this way was even worse. All the while I talked to Miss Adira quietly so no one else could hear me. After 3 minutes, I thought I can’t be in here any longer, I had to give up. So I told Miss Adira that this was a complete fail for my first go, maybe I was rushing in the public toilets. I didn’t understand it, I’ve put them in many, many times, I was going to have to figure it out over the next few days at home. Miss Adira said the video was the funniest thing she has watched in a long time, listening to you huff and puff, talking quietly, struggling coz you had all your clothes bunched up, it was hilarious. I’m surprised my mother-in-law didn’t ask why I was all flushed, because I must’ve been.

Two days later I felt like I’d been fisted for hours, I felt bruised and battered around my happy spot, I presume from trying to put the jiggle in. After I’d done my homework, I had time to video part 2 of the jiggles as I am now calling it. Finding somewhere to put my phone, I sat down this time, one leg up on the stool, then just as I pressed record and began, the phone fell down, this repeated about 3 more times. Before I stopped the video, thinking about where I can go and put the camera before I call time again. Surely that wasn’t going to happen again. I sorted myself out, changed position, sorted my phone out, ready for the restart of part 2. I began again. Lubed up, I pushed the first ball in but it popped out, I pushed it back, trying to push the second ball in but as soon as I took my finger away, the darnn thing popped out again. I was beside myself now, why wouldn’t the flamin thing go in. I felt relaxed but by the God, I seemed closed up tight. Trying over and over I was losing patience. That’s it, I’m done today. Epic fail, part 2.

The next day after I had a shower, I spent some time having a little play, following the rules Miss Adira had set, trying to make myself squirt, I had to video it so Miss Adira could see if I squirted or not. Anyway that didn’t happen, but I did enjoy the play. So I decided to try Part 3 of the jingles again now I was lubed up and spread open a bit from using my fav rabbit. Still lying on the bed, I pushed the first ball in easily, (why was it so difficult before) the second ball went in with a bit of a shove. Pushing them right up there though, was a bit difficult. My fingers aren’t long enough to reach, I did think about using my rabbit to push it further up lol, but then after another thrust up, it stayed in place. Finally I had done it, I can’t believe it took 3 goes to do it. We have little sachets of lube we bought if we went to the swingers club, so I have now put some in the bag with my jingle, so at anytime Miss Adira tells me to put it in, I’m prepared. I just hope I don’t have to lie on the public toilets floor to put it in all the time though.

Anyway I finally did it for Miss Adira and kept it in until my afternoon nap, she was very pleased and amused by the latest video, so I was pleased I had made her proud of me and for me myself, well I was proud of myself because I really couldn’t figure out why I couldn’t do it, I was determined to do it and I did. Plus they felt darnn good too. I put a little bounce in my step to feel the balls jingle inside me……..mmmmm I like them.

I f*bombed in a road rage incident, whilst on the phone with Daddy.

Everyone knows I have a strict rule of no swearing ever from Daddy. It’s been a hard rule to follow but I’d been doing really well with it, until this week.

I had been on the way home from my Dads, he had just had a cataract operation, I picked him up from the clinic to drive him home. Stopping to buy him fish and chips from the chippy for his lunch.

Once I was happy he was going to just rest after we had lunch, I left. Driving towards the village, you have to go very slowly due to cars parked on the right and not much room left on the road. A lot of times the on-coming drivers think it’s their right of way and just continue driving in the middle of the road, leaving the on-coming traffic to have no option but to stop or ride over the pavement. 

So I was driving between 15-20 mph. I was chatting to Daddy on the WhatsApp Live thingy, but I didn’t have anywhere to leave my phone other than to put it in my centre console, Daddy couldn’t see me very well but at least we were having a chat.
Suddenly a car just pulled out from a driveway and turned right. I had to slam-on my brakes, luckily because I was going so slow, I didn’t hit him, but it was a close  call. The man driving mouthed Sorry to me, and I, forgetting Daddy was on the phone, forgetting the no swearing rule, as road rage built up, shouted out, “F**ing idiot.”

The second I said it, my blood went cold, “What did you just say Little Minxs?” Daddy shouted at me. I tried to pretend I said nothing but in the end just apologised repeatedly. “I am not happy with that outburst at all. We will talk about this later.” Luckily for me, he was in the staff room with some of his staff, so he couldn’t let rip and really tell me off. But I got a message from him telling me he was very annoyed and disappointed in me.  And I was too.

I didn’t get chance to speak to him the rest of that day, but in the morning he phoned and wanted to discuss my consequence for my foul language. He asked me what punishment would be suitable…..I never reply when he does this. Like I don’t want to tell him what I really thought would be a suitable punishment, mainly because I didn’t want it set. So I’m not telling you either, incase my Doms read it but you can tell me what your consequence would be. He gave me my last warning about ever swearing again. He said “He would spank my butt, sitspot, legs so hard I would not sit down for a week, That is a promise Little Minxs, you have not had a real severe spanking from me before but you swear again and you will experience it. But your consequence is, you are to write a sign, apologising for your outburst, you will wear it over your head, naked, I want a video, apologising to all your Doms, I want a sincere apology, send it to the group chat for all of us to see it. If anyone thinks it’s not sincere, you will do it again. You will also wash up by hand for a week, starting today. Naked, wearing the sign.” I opened my mouth to argue, saying “I can’t do it naked if E is home, or wear the sign,” “The rest of the time you can, you can send some photos to prove it’s been done. Do you understand, you do not use the dishwasher !” Daddy told me. I must admit, I was speechless, making me wash up for a whole week was harsh but I suppose fair too.

Now as I continued my drive home after the swearing incident, Daddy complained that he couldn’t see me at all. So I picked my phone up and held it in my right hand so he could see me. Holding it under the window so no one could see me touching my phone. As it is against the law to even touch your phone once the engine is running. I continued like this until I got home.

Now whether it was a silly thing to do or just a general comment, I happened to tell Miss Adira about the swearing, then about holding the phone. She was not happy at all. “You NEVER TOUCH YOUR PHONE WHEN DRIVING.” She told me. “Is that a rule ?” I asked. “It is now,” she told me.

Again I was a bit gobsmacked. Making it a rule now means it’s serious. Miss Adira has told me she wants to move things forward, more rules, more tasks, definitely more time together alone, I agree and suggested she go stricter. Mainly because I know she wants too.

But my next blog I will go into that in more detail.

An evening with my Doms/Domme on Saturday night.

Evening with Master, Daddy and Miss Adira, last Saturday.

Arriving later than planned, I had to say hi to the petting zoo first before giving Miss Adira a hello kiss. She looked very sexy in a tight black skirt, a black vest top with a purple bra showing underneath. Sitting next to her on the sofa was her new wooden spoon. I had a sneaking suspicion it was out for me.
The night before, as usual I was very tired, and you all know by now what happens when I’m tired. I become a major brat.
I hadn’t had a nap, so Miss Adira told me that apparently she went off her head, flew off her chair to go to him, and went mad, she was furious. Daddy said, Even I would never ever whatever her. It’s like a death wish. That’s when I realised I was in trouble.
So the spoon was for me. And she wanted to use it straight away. She made us all a coffee, Master put his YouTube on and I was instructed to go into the kitchen. Now C, their son was home, the kitchen window open, so I was told I had to be quiet. Bent over, skirt up I leant on the windowsill. At first she started by telling me she would not accept anyone whatevering her, had Daddy told you about the guy at work ? I said, erm yes, I realised then that was one thing you would not tolerate.
She asked me to pick a number, can’t remember the numbers she told me but I went with 2, I think. She thought for a minute and said 40. I’m sure she just picked a number out of the blue. We will do them in sets of 10, she said.
I’ve not had fun or punishment spankings for quite a while so that first whack stung like crazy. Fortunately she let me grab my butt on quite a few occasions before saying, I don’t allow fidgeting do I ? No sorry. I stuttered. A quick break after the first 10 and she did the next 10. I think I managed to stay still’ish, I can’t remember. on one occasion it was so hard I blurted out, OW SH*T. Did you just swear then ? She asked, amused. Don’t you have a rule with Daddy that you are not allowed to swear ? I looked at her, my eyes pleading, don’t make me tell Daddy, please.
Another break, Right I think we will count now, for every even number, I’m sorry Miss Adira, for every odd number, I will tell Daddy that I swore. Of course by the time she finished telling me, I’d forgotten it all. So she went through it again. Of course the first swat came, the pain made my head go blank, and I forgot what to say. Luckily Miss Adira knows what I’m like for forgetting it, so she helped me out, then I got the hang of it. Then the next 10. Each swat taking my breath away.
I have always said this but I do find it infuriating that your pain threshold drops when you aren’t spanked regularly. And this was bad. But Miss Adira doesn’t play around during a spanking, play is very hard, punishment, even harder. There is no other way.
Finally the 40 was over, I stood up ready to give Miss Adira a kiss, Erm it’s not finished, your getting a maintenance spanking. Being a submissive herself, though she is not as bratty as I am, she knows the need, want, desire for a regular spanking. She also knows my behaviour only gets worse when I don’t get either a maintenance or play spanking. And she knows I’ve not had either for a few months.
She pointed back to the windowsill, I bent over, arms by the window. Then she began, taking my breath away again. Trying the other side of the spoon, it made a thunderous sound but she didn’t like that much. So she went to the utensils pot and picked out a rubber spatula, the first hit with that and I nearly jumped through the window. Oh you like this one, I musta picked the wrong one for your punishment. She said, I could hear a smirk in her voice. She went from spoon to spatula, not sure how many I got, but I know my butt felt bruised and very tender. She asked me to bend over further so she could aim for my sit spots, she loves to get them, she knows you feel it for longer there. But I’ve got to admit, it was a very familiar, very nice feeling, once the spanking pain ended of course. Kisses and cuddles followed with a knowledge of her forgiveness and my knowledge of never, ever saying whatevs to her again.
The next part of the evening was great, we were going to order pizzas but lord were they expensive when you buy sides along with pizzas, so we decided on chinese. I phoned Daddy, asked him what he wanted and could he pick it up on the way home from work, as he was leaving work now. He said Phone the order through, tell them we will pick it up for 6.30pm, I will come home, get changed and pick you up, so you can come with me. So I wrote everyone’s order down, phoned and ordered, soon Daddy arrived, got changed, then it was near enough time to go, so we left, as usual it was very busy but phoning the order was much better as we have been known to be there 45 minutes before we got our food. But it is a very nice chip shop, so no wonder it’s always busy.
Daddy wasn’t very chatty in the chippy, I think he was very tired, had a very busy day, not eating of course wouldn’t have helped, to which I told him off. You are allowed a lunch break, in fact it’s against the law not to have your breaks so please do not do that again. No breakfast, no lunch, is not good for you. I told him. He tried to brush it under the carpet but I said, If I had done that, you wudda been furious with me, he nodded, So please think about your health, food and breaks are important. I finished the lecture then. I had to own up about swearing earlier, so I quickly told him about my spanking and swearing. He wasn’t happy but he didn’t say much.
Getting home we all sat and enjoyed our meal, watching FaceOff. Doesn’t matter how many times I’ve watched it, it’s one of my favs, John Travolta looking damn sexy as normal and Nicholas Cage, who plays a mad man excellently, but who I also find very attractive, but that accent of his, omg it’s so sexy. Looking it up online, I found it’s a Californian accent, excellent film and actors, which are very pleasing on the eye.
Then we watched Paris With Love, I was feeling more tired so must admit I dozed quite a bit. Miss Adira wanted to give Master a massage so went to get some baby oil. She was a little drunk so was becoming a bit more pushy. She asked if I told Daddy about me swearing, I said yes, and what did he say, she asked, I said not much. She looked at Daddy as if to say what are you doing ? You’re letting her get away with swearing ? But Daddy seemed oblivious. A bit later, she said that she thought Daddy should have a massage, again he seemed unaware of the conversations going on around him. I was too tired to give one anyway, but she told him again. Eventually, she just told him to take his top off and get a massage, She passed the baby oil to him, so he went to pass it to me, I just said No, I just wanted to sleep. Feeling Miss Adira’s eyes on him, he said it again, this went on for a few minutes until he went upstairs to get some paddles. Then asked me again. I was close to shouting at them all, but just said no. Right stand up right now, he said firmly, I I kept refusing, until he told me again, the voice came out, you know you’ve pushed too far when the voice comes out. So I stood up, he wanted me to bend over the settee, but I hate getting a spanking in front of everyone, so I asked if we could go in the kitchen as it was really hot in the living room. He agreed so I ended up bent over, holding onto the windowsill once more. He had brought down the hard leather hand paddle and a paddle similar to a vampire paddle. Both are seriously hard and I don’t like either. Daddy certainly wanted to make a point, I’d embarrassed him in front of the others. Well someones already made a mark on your backside, was this Miss Adira’s work ? He asked. Yes I muttered. Then he began, and like Miss Adira’s punishment, he wanted me to remember this one and there was no messing about. At one point I felt his toes over my left foot, I wondered why, until I started fidgeting. Then he put a little bit of weight down, so I couldn’t move my foot and leg, then I couldn’t try to get away. It was actually a good tactic, because I am a mover. Though not with Miss Adira coz she is super strict about any movement during any spanking. I had to count the last 10, and after the 10th swat, I got up and went towards Daddy for a hug,  Erm you haven’t finished your count, he said. 10, I told him, my voice sarcastic. Right bend over, don’t speak like that to me. NOW. He ordered. I had to do my count again and I made sure my voice sounded apologetic. Daddy certainly made sure I knew my behaviour was not acceptable. And I certainly felt it.

Back in the living room massages were still being done, I began tickling Daddy’s back, then Miss Adira said, I think you can do Daddy’s massage now. She told Daddy to take his top off, so I gave him a massage. After a while she said, I’m missing out, I want Aurora to massage my back. Daddy moved so DiDi got into his position. I’m partial to my boobs getting a nice massage too, she told me.

Whilst I gave her the massage she asked Daddy to massage her feet. He wasn’t impressed with this, we all could tell she was a bit drunk. She began demanding that Daddy massaged her feet, eventually he gave in, knowing she wouldn’t stop until she got what she wanted. I always enjoy massaging, stroking DiDi’s boobs and I know she loves it.

After some time went by, Miss Adira said I was the only one who hadn’t had a massage, so told Daddy to give me a back and boob massage. Taking her place I took my top and bra off and enjoyed the massage. Then I suddening remembered something.

Oh poo, I’ve not done Miss Adira’s poses or make me smile pic or vid. And It’s not that I’ve not sent them, I had not done them. Master had just got up, I like to do them on my own. So I left it for the time being. I went to bed about 9am, in the hope to get some sleep, never happened but coz I’ve normally done it by now, I never gave it another thought. Now when I next looked over at Master and DiDi, Master was looking at the shoehorn I gave DiDi a few weeks ago. I looked at DiDi, I’ve not sent you my poses have I ? She shook her head, Or make me smile, she said. It’s not that I’ve not sent them, I’ve not done them. I told her, a sinking, sick feeling came into my tummy. So not only did you whatevs me, you’ve not done my poses or my make me smile ? She said. Erm yes, Master got up just as I was going to do them, then I went to bed, I forgot then. I told her. It sounded like a pathetic excuse. Hmmmmm, she said.

Now many moons ago, a good friend on SpankingTube @Ditzy247, would always get a terrible spanking with a shoehorn. She told me she bought them from IKEA. So what do I do, I buy 2 when I next go to IKEA. They’d never been used, which is why I decided Miss Adira would probably enjoy this new toy.

But whilst Miss Adira took the shoehorn off Master, he took it back and said, It’s only fair that you experience this new toy first. She looked at him, No, you’ve not tried all your toys. I think you need to try it though, just so you know how it feels. He told her, standing up. Come on, he said pointing to the settee.  Miss Adira stood up, there was no mention of dropping her jeans so she bent over. Master struck her, it looked hard. No flinch from DiDi. He did it again harder, and again no flinch. A few more harder strikes and I think she eventually gave an ouchie.

Master and Daddy went to the kitchen to sort out what things we were taking home, leaving Miss Adira to say, As you didn’t do poses and make me smile I think 8 with this is enough.  I looked shocked, No please, 6. I replied. 7 then, DiDi told me. You don’t do odd numbers ever though. I whinged. Okay, well 8 then, she said standing up. Waving the shoehorn towards the settee, so I got up, walked to the settee, You know I don’t do over clothes, ever. She said. Throwing a dirty look at her, I lifted my skirt and bent over. The first hit made me gasp and rub my bum, Come on, DiDi said. Doing a lighter one, it was followed by another strong hit. It took my breath away. I understood why Ditzy wanted to hide her shoehorn now. Light then hard, light then hard until the 8 were over. Trust me, these were nice compared to what I got from Sir, she said. 

I’ve now come to the conclusion, firstly, Do Not say whatevs to DiDi, second, Do Not refuse a task from Daddy and lastly, hide or throw out that flipping shoehorn.

 

New rules and tasks.

New rules and tasks.

 

Firstly I have to apologise for my absence, as you know it’s a busy time of year, plus I’m doing a picture for someones Christmas present, not sure if you’ve ever seen these pictures advertised on Instagram or Facebook. They are called Painting With Diamonds. It’s similar to Paint By Numbers. Basically you’ve a picture printed on an adhesive canvas, it has many many squares with different colour codes. Your job is to stick “diamonds” onto each square to create a vibrant mosaic painting.

It’s very relaxing and I’m actually able to do it without causing myself more pain. 

It was funny a few months ago, I bought 2 online and was just waiting for them to arrive, takes about 6 weeks as they are from China. Miss Adira said I’ve bought you a present and I’ve got one for myself. It was a diamond painting from a craft shop. I started laughing and said “I’ve just bought 2 of these, I’m waiting for them to arrive.” We hadn’t talked about them, ever, yet we always know what we would like. It’s nice that we now can chat about each others picture. I’ve asked for a custom one made of our dogs and a lovely picture of a sunset through a wine glass for Christmas but they are very big, so may take some time to do. But I don’t mind. Miss Adira is doing a big one at the moment and said it will take months to finish, but they’re almost addictive once you start, you just can’t stop doing more and more.

I’m doing this picture for somebody’s Christmas present, so my focus has been that rather than writing blogs.

 

Let me tell you about the new rules Daddy has set.

Ask permission to go out, this does not apply to going shopping, doing tasks or walking the dogs.

Ask permission to drink alcohol, at anytime.

I’d noticed that every time I went out or had a drink, Daddy would say, “You’ve not asked to go out or to drink alcohol.” So I asked him if this was something he wanted to add into his rules, he said “Yes.” This was 2 weeks ago, so far I’ve not remembered to ask, but Daddy had given me a pass but from now on, he will not let me off. I’ve got to try really hard to remember this now.

But I do like these rules, it makes me feel even more ‘little’ having to ask to go out or drink, Daddy will also know what I’m doing and when. I can almost feel him with me, watching me, listening to what I’m saying, it feels like a reminder not to swear too. 

The new task came from Daddy and Miss Adira.

They both want me to start baking, my first attempt were cupcakes, not very successful. The cakes were baked a bit too long and the icing was runny. The second attempt was slightly better, the cakes were ok but the icing was still runny. But everyone enjoyed them. The next baking session was chocolate crispy cakes. Sounds simple, something you make with your kids when they are very young.

But this was not simple for me though, I remembered Mum had a great recipe for crispy cakes, and over the years we converted it into a hot chocolate sauce to go with ice cream. Unfortunately with Mum’s dementia and Dad’s general old age memory they did not remember us using it to make chocolate crispy cakes. So I had to just budge it and hope. So I made it but I suspected it hadn’t worked. And I was right. The next day I looked at them in the fridge and it had gone soggy. I had to throw the lot out. Drove quickly to Tesco to buy Mars bars and tried to make Mars Bar Crispy Cakes. Now stupidly I never looked at the recipe Master found, I just melted the Mars bars in the microwave, which went gloopy, mixed the rice crispies as best I could, put it in the tray then put it in the fridge. 

A couple of hours later, we had to go to Daddy’s, so I somehow, broke the crispy cakes into some sort of slices, put them in the box and took them round. Now I have to be honest, they were really nice, chewy, crunchy but not tons of flavour. But the good thing was, Daddy, Miss Adira and their son C, loved them. 

Then they decided I was to make a Victoria sponge cake for the next visit, which is today. It’s been a v long time since I made this, so hunted for a recipe, found one, bought all the ingredients then began. And I must admit, so far so good. I weighed the mixture into 2 cake tins, and put them in the oven.

After tidying the kitchen, leaving the ingredients out for the frosting, I did the best thing about making a cake. I licked the bowl clean, the spoons and spatulas. Yummie.

Getting the cakes out was a bit of a task, the first one stuck so it broke a bit but I got the second one out easier. Then left them to cool.

Time for the frosting, now I did ask Miss Adira if I could just buy ready made frosting, but no surprise she said no. So I read up the recipe, when the cake was cold I plopped the broken one on the base of the cake box I bought, melted some raspberry jam so it spread easily over the cake,  then made the frosting. And this worked well too. I mixed it by hand, this will give me some muscles in my arms, then gave it a blast with the hand mixer. There seemed to be a lot of frosting, but I followed the recipe, filled the middle and there was half left still. I put the other cake on top and decided to cover the entire thing, just to use the frosting up.

When I’d finished I noticed it was melting a bit so I got it in the fridge  and left it to set. Looking at it today, it looks okay, yes its wonky, bit like the Leaning Tower Of Pisa, yes there’s loads of frosting but it looked alright. I took some photos and sent them to the group chat, Muss Adira’s first comment was, “It’s not straight……..”, Daddy’s comment, “What is that?”. To which I said, “Right you’re not getting this cake now.” Obviously they will, I hope everyone likes it.

Miss Adira has already decided on the next cake as it’s her birthday soon, so she wants a chocolate fudge cake. Omg, that’s making the cake, frosting and ganache. I’ve found a fairly simple recipe, so I’m to make it for 2 weeks today. Wish me luck guys.

 

Manho…Daddy’s monthly blog for November.

Manho monthly blog for November

 

Well again this monthly blog is written late due to being rather busy this past month, so any way been a good month this month took me Little Minxs away for a night and Master and Piggy went to a club whilst we were away.

The night away was in a rather nice B & B just outside the lake district and it was really nice to be able to take Little Minxs away, as she had missed out going out with her Miss Adira in October as Little Minxs had become rather ill just before their night away, so yours truly stepped in and took one for the team, Piggy had planned a night in a hotel and a show, the show being Lady Boys of Banging Cock, and I must admit I did rather quite enjoy myself and I know Little Minxs would of enjoyed it also. 

Now this leads me onto the night away with Little Minxs, so I spoke with Piggy and suggested about taking Little Minxs away for the night and you and Master could do something as I know Master has been really busy at work over the last month as well, so Piggy found a really nice B & B south of the Lake District and suggested it, as it had a sauna and hot tube bath as well, so agreed it looked nice, however I needed to ask Master if it was ok to take Little Minxs away for the night, I asked and he said it was fine, we made some jokes about Little Minxs cockle picking and what not and then told Little Minxs that I was going to take her away for the night to make up for the night away she had missed with her Miss Adira, bless her little face it like up like a Christmas tree, however I had not planned anything more at this point then taking her away to the nice B & B.

Now Miss Adira and Little Minxs had been chatting about the night away and Piggy had asked if I had shown her the hotel we were staying in, Little Minxs had said to Piggy I had not, as this was going to be a surprise for Little Minxs, so in Piggy’s wisdom she forwarded on where we were staying the night buggering up any surprise as after finding out about this, I told them both it was meant to be a surprise for Little Minxs.

Now the day had arrived for me to go and get Little Minxs from her house and take her away, and discussing over the last few weeks if I had planned anything else to do with her when  we were away and if I’m honest I hadn’t apart from go up to Windemere and pretty much wing it. Now Little Minxs wanted to go to Lakeland ( a hardware shop ) when we was up there, so she could buy a potato peeler and a metal sieve, so I picked up Little Minxs up at about 8.30ish said hello to Master then we drove up to Windemere, we arrived at Lakeland just after 11.00 I think and decided to go to the café it get a coffee and a piece of really nice toast with peanut butter then look about in the store.

We came across the sieves Little Minxs wanted and bloody hell they were £20 each to which I went on Amazon and you could buy a set of three for £10, so Little Minxs was told she could not have them and to order the sieves from amazon, bloody £20 for a sieve, robbing SOB’s. She found her potato peeler and got two and wanted to look around for some knifes, most possibly to stab me with when I sleep, as I would not let her spend £20 of Masters hard earned pennies on a sieve, they had only a few knife sets in and they were rather expensive also so we paid for her peelers and left.

So it was I think 11.45 now and asked Little Minxs if she would like a drive threw the mountains to a nice chocolatiers shop about 40 minutes away, she said she would, so we drove up to the shop and looked about Little Minxs bought some chocolates for herself and Miss Adira and I bought Master some mints, we left and drove back to Windemere where we stopped and had a really nice lunch in a nice little pub at the side of the lake, the food was really nice, Little Minxs had squid I think with garlic mayo, god that mayo was bloody strong, I had a Cumberland sausage sandwich, we chose not to have a dessert as we were rather quite full and left. 

We took a little drive into Windemere to see if we could find Miss AdIra a shot glass as she has a nice collection of shot glasses at home, couldn’t find a one, which was rubbish so we left Windemere and made our way to the hotel, I drove along the road at the side of the lake which was really nice and Little Minxs enjoyed that as well.

We arrived at the hotel just before four checked in, we were shown to our room which was really nice, it was big and the room we had, had its own private bathroom with a sauna and hot tub, so we settled in and used them. It was so relaxing we did not go out anywhere as we were still full from lunch, so we sat on the bed cuddled and watched films and chatted.

It was a very enjoyable day spending the day and night with Little Minxs, and will be doing it more often if allowed, now next months blog will be about me taking Piggy away for her birthday and surprise I hope she likes…so until next month…..

 

Miss Adira’s blog for November.

Lets switch it up a bit………..

 

Let’s tell you about what’s coming up……….

I’ll start by saying I’ll never learn; I really should think before sharing things in our group chat or with Sir.

So, to set the scene, I saw an article in a newspaper about glitter covered boobs, more specifically boobs covered in glitter to resemble a reindeer. It made me chuckle and thought that it would make others in the group chuckle. Well that was until the message came through… I see a challenge forming, to which I said Eh…..well that’s what I wrote not quite what I was thinking. The reply was most festive boob decorations. I said I think Me, and Aurora have an unfair advantage. Sirs reply was Nope, Manho could team them with festive balls…then later another message you girls could include your growlers (Sir has such a way with words) Then once this is done then the most daring photo.

Oh my I hear… YES…

 

So the challenge now has a points based system as well. Best decorated boobs get 10 points, there is then a chance to earn a further 10 points for the option to take 5 daring selfies. Meaning it could end in a tie.

 

There is a prize for this challenge though, whoever wins gets to go to the cinema with Sir, here’s the twist though we can choose the film. Now this is a Biggy as Sir is very particular with what films he likes to watch, not a fan of things like horror or probably romantic comedy. It will be interesting to see what the winner chooses.

Pictures have to be submitted by Christmas Eve, so you will have to wait and see who the winner is, but I am sure there will be pictures.

My sentence.

My sentence.

Miss Adira video called just before 4pm yesterday. We had a quick chat, then she asked if I wanted to know my consequence first or do my spelling. I chose my spellings and was very pleased to get 10/10.

We chatted some more, about general stuff and it felt like Miss Adira was holding onto the suspense for as long as possible. Until I eventually asked what it was.

Then the evil chuckle began, I knew she had thought of something tricky. She said this idea just popped into her head last night, get your notebook ready, I want you to write something down. I waited til she spoke. The first line;

I will not be a brat..   the second line;

I will heed Miss Adira’s warnings.

Then she told to write all the letters of the alphabet going downwards. Showing me what she meant.

A  E I  M Q U  Y

B  F J  N R V  Z

C  G K  O S W

D  H L  P T X

Then she told me to write blue next to the top line, Black on second row, Red next, finally Purple on the last row.

A  E I  M Q U  Y ……BLUE

B  F J  N R V  Z ……BLACK

C  G K  O S W ……..RED

D  H L  P T X ……….PURPLE

So when you write your lines, I want each letter that particular colour. I want 2 pages, no 1 page, 2 sides, every other day for a week. Starting Monday, then Wednesday, Friday and Sunday. I think by the time you’ve finished this, it will have sunk into your brain, not to be bratty with me because you will not get away with it. I huffed, puffed an tutted as I wrote it down, growling at her as she chuckled evilly, a smirk on her face.

We chatted for a bit longer then she had to go back to work.

Later that day I spoke with Daddy about me swearing at Miss Adira. He said right I’ve decided what your consequence will be. I want 10 reasons why you should not use naughty language to my Mistress and 10 reasons why you should not be disrespectful and naughty for your Daddy. These all have to be different reasons. I’ve already been warned that if I continue my knarky brattiness, it will be 20 reasons. This has to be done by Saturday.

Must admit this is a tough one not to repeat the same thing. 

Day 11 building this damn matchstick house.

So where am I up to on my matchstick house, day 7. It’s now day 11.

So Friday I couldn’t do any, as I had other things on, hosi apt, sleep. The weekend was pretty much a no go, as we were having a stay over at Daddy’s, I needed a snooze, get the bags packed, well that usually entails getting toys into the toy bag, finding out what Daddy wanted me to bring, usually jokari all the time, adding something I love, no surprises that’s Mr Spikey, asking Master what he wanted packing, usually the crop all the time, plus summit else, even though their selection of toys is growing nicely, then it’s packing meds for us both, any tasks I’ve needed to do for the weekend, this week it was make 2 origami butterflies for Daddy. Then we get home Sunday around lunchtime, I’m usually so tired I end up sleeping part of it. 

Now we come to the final week, 7 days until it’s due to be built.

Monday was a busy day, I had to go to town for Master, then I had a man coming to fit more grab rails around the house from the occupational therapist team. I was so sore, I had to take a diazepam and go to sleep. So NO house building.

Tuesday, Master was off work as we were have cement delivered for the garage floor. Him and his Dad worked had to level it as the cement guys wheelbarrowed 3 tons of cement in. The concrete guys were very impressed by their work, thinking they must have laid cement before, but Master said no, this is all from watching hours of YouTube, amazing what you can learn from TV. Then his Dad left. 

I started trying to continue on the house, but I must admit I was expecting my father in law to ask what on earth I was doing. But he didn’t. His only comment was why do it in the tray, would it not be better on the table. I just replied it’s easier to move if it’s in the tray.

After we spent an hour figuring out how to cover the concrete without falling in and before the thunderstorms started, we eventually got it covered as the first rumble was heard.

Master had a rest whilst it poured down outside, he was watching his YouTube videos so I started on the house again. Then FFS, the darn thing fell down. Built it again, up to the turning over stage, then FFFFFFFSSSSSSSS it broke apart again. By this time I was fuming, ready to throw the matches out of the window, as I started again. I don’t know where I was going wrong. It just didn’t seem as solid as the one on the video. Yet from what I could see I was following it step by step. I sent a very grumbling message to MIss Adira, I sensed her chuckling at work, feeling my frustration. 

Master told me to have a break so I walked away, but I was really worked up with it by now, so I chose to try again. Then FUDGE IT, it started to fall down. As I tried to slot the sticks back in, the opposite side began to crumble and before I could do anything else, sticks fell out and I couldn’t figure out where they came from, Then the fdgin thing toppled again.

4 fudging times I tried to make this fudging house. 

That’s it, I shouted, I’m done. Some rather grumpy / attitude messages went to Miss Adira, she didn’t seem to happy about them so I shut up quickly. By the end of the day I said, Okay, I’m done, it’s impossible. I’m giving up. I texted this quickly to MIss Adira, who replied, Are you really giving up. You have until Sunday to keep trying. This made me feel guilty, maybe I shouldn’t give up. She sent me another message asking if I was giving up, so I said, No , I will keep trying until Sunday. I said it rather begrudgingly. Then she replied, I’ve a good mind to try building this house myself. Well I’m not gonna repeat what was going through my head at this point, let me just say, it was summit along the lines of shoving the matches where the sun don’t shine. But naturally I never said again like it, except curse and growl at the matches.

So in that Tuesday, I rebuilt this flipping house 5 times. 5 fudging times.

Unfortunately I had a full on day yesterday, a lady came who was possibly going to be our cleaner, lovely lady, highly recommended, so she is starting next Tuesday. Then I had a perching stool and commode delivered by the occupational therapists, I forgot they were coming. Then I was meeting my best friend and we were driving to Liverpool to look at a few cars, as my mobility car is being replaced in November. I need to know which car I’m choosing before the letter comes to order it. The intention was going to the Mercedes dealer, then BMW, Mini, lastly Hyundai. Master had sent me the list of cars to look for. When I saw the Mercedes A Class, well for the first time I fell in love. This is the car I want. So we never went to the other dealers. Instead we drove to our favourite Chinese restaurant, had a lovely lunch. Drove my friend home, staying for a quick coffee before heading home before our food shop was being delivered. I was in the house for about 15 minutes before it came. So I needed to unpack, and was still putting away by the time Master came home from work.

Today as I’ve been up since 1.30am, Daddy said leave the origami dragons as you’re too tired to concentrate, then you decide if you can do anymore of the house. But honestly, I’m so tired I’m not touching the house today. Yet I can’t fudging sleep either. I’ve done a bit of gardening, thinking the fresh air will help me sleep, but no, So another day with no progress, I’m in exactly the same point I was in last Friday, last week. I’ve gotta turn the blasted thing over to try to continue. And it’s leaning like the Tower Of Pisa.


July’s blog from Daddy.

Tuesday 2nd July blog…….

Well as promised me avid readers I would try and do a blog once a week then submitted them all at the end of the month, sooooo, this is the first blog of the month where me and my Little Minx’s went for our tattoos this past Tuesday, which would have been the 2nd of July, my tattoo was a belated birthday present from my Master and the tattoo for Little minx’s was our first anniversary present as Master had suggested the tattoo, pics will follow….

So I arrived at Littles house about 9.30 that morning, gave the pups a fuss and gave Little Minx’s a big kiss then pretty much left.

On the way to the town centre we had decided to call at the local Morrison’s to get some lunch whilst we were at the tattoo studio and I thought it would be nice to have a little breakfast as well whilst we were there, whilst having our breakfast Little Minx’s had said she needed to call at the bank before we went to get our tattoos, so after breakfast we headed into town parked up near as dam as swearing to the bank then went to the bank, now this is when the saga begins……….

Little had headed over to the cashier to either put money in or out not really sure, so I decided to sit down on the comfy seats and play what ever crap was on my phone, a minute later I heard my name being bellowed, I looked up and Little Minx’s was all of a fluster saying she had lost her bank card (again I might add), I looked at her and had  said “You’ve only just used it to buy your lunch at Morrison’s”, “I know” she replied “I had put it in my phone and it’s not there and not in my bag”, “Give me your car keys and I will go and see if it’s fell out” I replied, so I took Littles car keys and toddled off to the car her wonderful fiat 500, (erm Daddy, it’s an Abarth, not a fiat 500, ) so gets to her car, has a good old root around and surprise surprise no card, bugger I thought, so heads back up towards the bank and met Little half way and she asks if I had found her card, I told her I hadn’t, so at this point she’s getting a tad bit stressed, saying she can’t pay for my tattoo now as she had lost her card, I said to her to stop panicking, we can get my tattoo done another time it wasn’t an issue, I advised Little to go back to Morrison’s and we will retrace our steps see if it’s been handed in.

We headed back to Morrison’s and arrived in quick time, we passed the disabled bays where we had parked originally, I jumped out of the car and told Little Minx’s to park up whilst I check the bays to see if it had been dropped, so I went checking and very luckily no sooner as I checked, I saw her bank card on the floor, I went back to Little and passed her card back and quite firmly told her to put her bank card inside her purse and not back inside her phone, as this was not the first time she had lost her bank card.

So after that little saga and Little Minx’s being a little tired, we headed to the tattoo studio to get our tattoos.

Arriving just after eleven at the tattooist both artists were getting ready for us, now Littles tattoo was only going to take a hour so that wasn’t bad for her, however mine was a good old two and a half hours or so I was led to believe, bloody three and a half hours, as it took longer due to the amount of colour being packed it, but it looks so good A had done a really good job and Master was pleased as was both Little and Piggy….and Little’s tattoo was really good as well with vibrant colours, now both tattoo artists know of our relationship and are quite intrigued.

So once both tattoos had been done, we headed to the piercing studio, as I was having my PA ring upgraded to a 6mm and my ladder bars changed to a nice blue, now over the weekend I had lost my second bar down and found it on the Sunday on the floor in the bedroom, I asked Piggy to put it back in however after several minutes messing about, it wouldn’t go back in, I spoke with Little that Sunday evening and asked if we could nip into the piercers on the Tuesday and see if they could change the bars and PA ring. So we arrived at the piercers, A wasn’t in so the nice lady tended to us and explained that one of the bars had fell out and whilst we were there would she mind changing the bars and PA, of course she didn’t mind as we were regular customers and Piggy is due there this coming Saturday. 

I hopped on to the seat and she started to change the bars she looked at the one which was missing and tried to put the bar in however the bloody thing wouldn’t go in so she said she would have to repierce that particular hole, so I braced myself for a restabbing and god damn she went slow and it tiggled just a little, that done she changed the rest of the bars but was unable to change the PA ring as it was to stiff and she had issues with her wrist, so all that done we went to pay and prepay for Piggies piercing ready for Saturday.

We left there and headed back to Littles house I couldn’t stay as I had to take the car in to the repairs that afternoon, I gave a big cuddle and kiss to Little and said I would message her when I got back home…..

Daddy’s blog for June.

Manhomos blog…..

Right firstly let me apologise to me Master for the lateness of this months blog, due to being busy and working, yours truly completely forgot cause I is a Womble, sorry Master….

So this weekend was when my Little Minx’s and Master stayed over, the previous visit was at the beginning of June and due to commitments, Master was away mid June so we had no mid month visit. However me and the pigster paid a visit up to Little’s house instead and stayed for the day, that was nice…

So this weekend, was a really good one to say the least, I had asked Master if we could take the girls up to Blackpool in the evening and go into the arcades and play on the two pence machines. Now Master and Piggy do really like those as they seem to come away with quite a few key rings…at cost, any ways Master agreed that we should go, it would be fun and I had then managed to get off work early so we could all go and get up there sooner and have dinner as well.

Now things changed in the last week or so since agreeing with Master on going Blackpool. Himself and Piggy would be going up later on the Saturday night, to go clubbing at the swingers club. Little Minx’s had said long before that she did not want to go again and I didn’t really wanna go either, so they went together and me and me Little Minx’s was to go up pretty much as soon as I was home and changed.

So the Saturday morning on my way into work I gave my usual call to Little, seeing if she was ok and what not and what may of confused the crap out of her, now let’s be honest this is not that hard to do at all, I had suggested instead of driving up to Blackpool, as it would be quite busy due to it being rather toasty warm, we do something different, like go to the Trafford centre, maybe watch a film and do crazy golf. So with that suggestion Little was all confused and perplexed, as she didn’t know what to do so I left it with her to ponder and went into work to do a hard days grafting….

So that afternoon I finished grafting and let me say, bloody sweating some, I got my arse out of work at about 14.45 and got home just before half three smelling a little bit ripe, Little opened the front door to greet me, looking beautiful as ever, Piggy was looking sexy and