When will I learn to listen to my sensibe head instead of my stubborn head.

After being ill for just over 7 weeks with chest infections, I finally felt well enough to restart all my tasks. I had new lines from Master:

April is best when Miss plays with my chest and Master fills me with cock. Daddy can watch, and play with his crotch before cumming into his sock.

And from Daddy;

I am a very good girl and I will always obey Master, Daddy and Miss Adira, if not, they will punish me.

I was to continue with alternating maths and english for Daddy.

Miss Adira told me to continue learning the same spellings and 8 times table. As I hadn’t done my tests yet.

It takes me around 3 hours to complete these tasks first thing in the morning.

So Saturday came and Miss Adira told me she will be video calling me on her lunch break, to do the spelling test, I felt 80% confident I would get them correct. Before I went on sick leave again, I got ⅘ on my mock test, as I only do half the spellings then. These were my spellings; Handkerchief. Millennium. Liaison. Maintenance. Pronunciation. Government. Questionnaire. Privilege. Assassination. Chauffeur.

The test began as Miss Adira had the list written in her notebook, she keeps notes on every test. All organised we began, the first couple were right, then I started to get them wrong. In the end I only got 5 correct. I got my notebook to see if I had been spelling them wrong every day, and I had.

Millennium. Pronunciation. Government. Questionnaire. Privilege.

We then had a “little” talk, I had these words for a long time, I should have got at least 8 right. So as I got them wrong I will be tested on them again next week along with the next set of words.

“I can’t believe I got so many wrong, and that I’d been writing them wrong every day, in fact it’s partly your fault. You never spotted I’d been writing them down wrong.” I said. “I don’t look at them, you were the one who began taking photos of your homework and sending me them, I never suggested that you do that and I never said I would check them. Besides which you can’t see or read it properly from the photo. When did you begin spelling them wrong ?” Miss Adira asked me. I looked through my homework book and realised I had written them down wrong from that week. “So you never checked the spellings after your sick leave, and now your trying to blame me.”

The conversation changed then as Miss Adira needed to get her lunch but it didn’t stop me still complaining about my score.

“It is partly your fault,” I moaned. “I sense you want 20 spellings ????” Miss Adira replied. “No chance, just saying fact,” I grumbled. “Okay, if there’s no chance, then its 25.” I can picture Miss Adira sat at her desk, finding all this amusing as she knows me too well and she knows I won’t give up. She’s probably talking about it with her work colleague who knows all about us, discussing what punishment she will give her submissive for being a brat.

“WOT” I shout at her. “Shall we continue ?” She asked. “Especially as I’m now looking at words.” By this point I’m in a major strop. “Look at words. That’s not fair.” I moan at her. “Well you shouldn’t have said no chance, I’ve always said choose your words carefully. Bet your pouting now.” She asked, I could almost hear the amusement in her voice. “Yes I’m pouting and I’m sulking.” I blurt out to her.

Why can’t I just give up. Except what is said without complaint !!!!!!

Then I got another message, a choice…Miss Adira likes to give choices….

“Go back to your original 15 words and get a spanking of my choice, not a punishment spanking but some implements I’d like to try………or you get the 25. I will give you until 14.10pm to decide.”

I had 10 minutes to stew and sulk, to ponder what should I do, give in and accept what Miss Adira offered or sulk and be a brat and just ignore her. So that’s what I did, I ignored her.

“Oh dear, now it’s your turn to wait,” She replied and didn’t send any messages. “You’re just being a meanie now,” I told her stroppily. Why !!! Why did I say that……

“ Answer me this…..I say you might do something, you tell me no chance. Then you WOT me. I then give you a choice and you throw a stubborn brat fit and refuse to make a choice. Then you say I’m mean. So lets evaluate that statement……I forgo some punishment owed, from you saying I’m frustrating. You don’t send me a goodnight video, therefore uncompleted tasks. I remind you about an outstanding task, which I still didn’t get. I don’t recall being mean as no punishment was set for any of the above. Therefore Aurora, would you like to evaluate your statement that I’m a meanie.” Miss Adira stated.

I read this message a few times, but I can feel my anger, my stubbornness reaching boiling point. So I begin to complain about everything that was in that statement.  “I’m just pointing out that I’m only mean now because it doesn’t suit what you want.” Miss Adira replied. “You chose to ignore me.” “You know I get sulky and stubborn when I don’t wanna do summit, “ I grumble. “So does that make it acceptable ?” Miss Adira asked. “No I guess it’s not acceptable,”I sigh loudly and still sulk. “Oh you only guess ?” she stated. I roll my eyes, huff and puff, “OMG, no it’s not acceptable.” I reply, very nearly shouting it to her, plus including some curse words that I knew she would then tell Daddy  “You had to include OMG didn’t you. So in the last hour I’ve had bratty Aurora, sulky Aurora, sassy Aurora oh an my favourite stubborn Aurora. So all of the above, just in case you’re not to sure…..are not the Aurora’s that I wish to accept. So I’m gonna hazard a guess you’re gonna guess this right….the spanking that wasn’t gonna be a punishment, is now.” Again I huff and puff as I read the message, this was something I didn’t want. I never wanted a punishment spanking from Miss Adira, for one reason, she has always said that she will only give a punishment spanking when it’s something serious, otherwise she prefers to set lines, essays or other such things, so I know I’ve gotten into real trouble today. She won’t tolerate me moving, putting my hands back, not answering her correctly. In fact she would probably get the bed harness out and strap me down tightly. There’s no chance of talking her around the punishment, offering to do summit else or just begging. In fact that would probably just make things worse.

A few minutes later my list of new spellings were sent to me;

Millennium. Pronunciation. Government. Questionnaire. Privilege. Invigilator. Qualification. Mathematics. Boulevard. Xylophone. Chameleon. Schnitzel. Emptiness. Diagnosis. Pneumonia. Investigation. Functional. Rationality. Phenomenon. Misinformation. Stubborn. Sassy. Brattiness. Sulky. Punishment.

“So how many times have you rolled your eyes ?” Miss Adira asked. Do I tell the truth ? Do I tell a little white lie ? I chose the truth. “Ermmmmm quite a few times.” i replied, feeling very very guilty then. “See I know my girl……” She replied. This made me giggle, yes she certainly does know me. Spending 6 months together as just subs for our Doms, she has witnessed how much I strop, sulk, argue, brat. She has seen every tiny bit of my naughty behaviour as well as all my good girl points too. So she certainly does know every bit of me, now as my Domme, I know she will know when I start huffing, when I roll my eyes, sulk, pout and when I start to giggle or smile at her messages or sexy photos she’s sent me.

So as usual my stubbornness, brattiness has earned me my first punishment from Miss Adira. She told me she will be using the Little Devil paddle, the Giant Devil paddle, the jokari and her crop. As she said hers is “nicer” than ours. So you will have wait til next Tuesday to hear about it. The day will begin with a coffee or cuppa tea for M’am, followed by my maintenance spanking, THEN my punishment. After that we will spend the rest of the day in bed. And yes, even though I’m due a punishment, I will still be getting my maintenance spanking. So it may not be a nice start to the day, but at least the rest of the day will be nice.

Few weeks ago Daddy and I watched a live spanking on Skype.

Watching a live spanking with Daddy.

Whilst chatting with DaddyW and LittleM, our friends from SpankingTube, we now chat mostly on kik but DaddyW asked us something that made us then set up Skype with them. LittleM had told him she would like to find a couple who would like to watch her getting spanked. It was a kink of hers, adding humiliation into it, last week they asked if we would like to at first chat on Skype, so we are comfy chatting live, then arrange a time when LittleM could have a maintenance spanking.

We had to sort out the time difference between the UK and their part of the USA, discovering they were 5 hours behind us, Daddy arranged with DaddyW that we would Skype at 9pm our time. We were staying over at Daddy’s house so it fit in great.

In the future we will also do a three-way Skype for times when Daddy and I were not together. That should be interesting, I’ve never done that before.

Anyway, we chatted for a while about their view of the D/s lifestyles, America’s view compared to England. D/s is actually banned in their state, and in a lot of other states too. I never realised it was banned in places, we have D/s clubs, hotels, bed and breakfast, dungeons, the lot. You just need to look and you will find them.

A bit like looking for naturist parks, you know they are there but finding them is the hard job.

Finally DaddyW decided we had chatted enough, they had arranged to have the house to themselves as he had wanted to give LittleM a real thrashing and mouth soaping but her family decided to announce that they were coming over and staying the night, so he changed it to just a maintenance spanking  and no mouth soaping. Usually DaddyW gives LittleM a mouth soaping once a week, but if she is rude, cheeky or cursed then she will always get a soaping. I think he said he will just change the time spent with the soap in her mouth, if it’s been a few times a day. As there are chemicals in the soap so you do have to be careful.

So next time we watch one of her spankings, I’m sure we will get to watch what he does. I want Daddy to watch as well, seeing as he said he will be using soap next time I swear.

I also want Daddy to watch this spanking, listen to what DaddyW says, watch what he does.

A few years ago when they had lots of videos on SpankingTube, their spankings could last 45 minutes or longer. They were great, I don’t like the videos that are less than 5 minutes, I really want to sit and enjoy a long spanking. So DaddyW and littleM’s videos were my favourite to watch.

So the spanking session began.

DaddyW sat on the settee, LittleM was in front of him, holding onto her stuffie. LittleM loves penguins, she has lots of them. DaddyW began by telling her why she was getting this spanking, making sure she understood what she had done wrong, then he began telling her that at first he will paddle her ass then give her a hand spanking over her jeans, standing up in front of their laptop he would pull her jeans and panties down, so her friends could see her bare bottom, she was to go over his knee again for more hand spanking. After that she was to get into position when he will whip her butt with his belt.

Did she understand ? Yes Daddy, LittleM said quietly.

LittleM bent over the settee, as DaddyW got his paddle, he told us he had made that himself. I must say, it looked pretty good, holes drilled into it, it looked very solid and rather heavy. LittleM was told she would get 10 with the paddle. The first couple, LittleM took very well but as it began to hurt, she started to cry out a bit, a hand came around, it was immediately moved with a warning that if she did that again, she would get the cane. She never moved again. Next DaddyW helped her over his knee, the top of her body was lying over the settee, her head tucked into the corner, stuffie under one arm by her head. The hand spanking began, and DaddyW began lecturing her about being a good girl and doing as she was told, then he talked with us for a while. His hand spanking looked hard and fast as LittleM began ouching.

Soon it was time for her to go bare, this was something she didn’t want to do. Not in front of us. Grabbing her jeans and protesting, he slapped her hand away and slowly slid her jeans down, making her humiliation longer, slowly her panties were pulled down too, LittleM protesting again, then she was made to stand in front of the camera, her Daddy told her he wanted her friends to see her crimson bottom, a few little protests came from LittleM, until she was back over DaddyW’s knee. The hand spanking began once more, this time you could tell it was hurting, her legs kicked out a little, one hand came around but she never tried to protect her bottom. It was just there, sometimes going to hold DaddyW’s hand, put her hand over his waist, jeans or back. Anywhere except over her bottom.

My Daddy was watching intently, listening to DaddyW chastise his little, occasionally he would point things out, we both noticed that her bottom had old bruises over it, the combination of the crimson markings, some much darker than others, with the old lighter brown/yellow bruises was really pretty. I love bottoms looking like this, the fresh marks with older marks made such a stunning sexy picture. Then hearing the little ouches, muffled from the settee and stuffie, turned me on a lot too. I could tell Daddy was really concentrating whilst watching, listening, possibly learning new techniques, not that he needed any.

After what seemed a long time spanking LittleM her Daddy helped her up. Again she was positioned in front of the camera so we could see her crimson cheeks. DaddyW continued to talk to her, about her behaviour, about how she was being humiliated in front of her friends, even though this was what she asked for, she knew she would still be embarrassed.

DaddyW stood up then, beginning to take his belt off, “Bend over the settee Little, you know what to do,  I am going to use my belt as a reminder to you being a good girl. You will stay in position and show your friends how good you are.”

The belting began, hard and swift, LittleM was certainly feeling this. I saw her hand fist the settee, her other arm still hugged her stuffie. As it hurt more her hand began to twitch, DaddyW switched sides to ensure both cheeks were fully bruised and sore. His aim was perfect, just the bottom half of her bottom was bright red against the rest of her pale skin. Soon she began moving, her hand going back, DaddyW warned her that if she moved he would get the cane out, this seemed to be enough of a warning not to move again. And she stayed reasonably still until DaddyW finished.

When he was done, he told her to stand up and hugged her tightly. Turning her so we could see her deep crimson bottom. He rubbed her cheeks, kissing her, telling her she was a good girl and that she needed this spanking. He slowly pulled her panties up, then her jeans before telling her to sit down. LittleM looked really embarrassed when she sat down, not really looking at us, I noticed that she wasn’t sitting uncomfortably after her spanking, yet her bottom must be sore and tender. Maybe she’s more like me, enjoying the feeling, loving the sting and feeling the bruises. I usually wiggle around, kinda rolling my bum side to side to feel everything. Maybe that’s just me.

We sat and chatted some more,LittleM was very quiet for a while, holding her stuffie tightly, DaddyW tried to get her to tell us how it felt having us watch this spanking, but I think she was too embarrassed to explain. But DaddyW asked if we could do this again, maybe making it a weekly thing, but we will have to see if that’s possible or maybe every other Saturday when I’m with Daddy we could do it, or do skype three ways. For now we will continue chatting and await the next live spanking.

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.

Cursing is a habit.

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

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

Last night we had a discussion………

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

Was it a swear word ?

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

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

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

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



So Daddy asked again.

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

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

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

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

I said, Oookkkkaaaayyyy.

Have you said something else little minxs ? He asked.

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

14 minutes later, he asked again.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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



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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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

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

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


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


Having a potty mouth.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

That was it.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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




“Sara come here, Teri I want you to watch everything. You get over my knee now. I suspected you would try to make up some plan to get to go to the party. I’ve been watching everything you did, every little lie you thought you got away with, I checked up on everything. Isn’t it about time you stopped defying me.” Si  shouted whilst he yanked her Pyjama bottoms down, slapped her so hard she yelped so loudly, the sound of the slap and yelp made Teri jump, but Si kept looking at her to check she was watching, so she didn’t dare look away. Ten terrifyingly hard smacks, Sara still wasn’t crying, Teri noticed, or fighting, it was like she was resigned to it, there was no point fighting, yes she cried out in pain but she didn’t cry. Yet Teri had fought, screamed, cried after 10 smacks nowhere near as hard as this. The next thing Teri witnessed was Si opening some storage box next to him. He got out these 2 scary looking paddles, baby oil, cream and wipes, putting them all on the settee next to him. He started to pull her panties down then stopped “You may as well stand up and take your pyjamas and panties off completely. Move.” he said slapping the back of her leg, whimpering Sara stood up, took her slippers off, putting them on the floor together and neatly, she pulled her bottoms off, which again she folded and left on the table, lastly she repeated with her panties, quickly she returned to her position over Si’s knee, she did this all without Si speaking, she knew exactly what to do. More importantly, Teri saw how crimson Sara’s bottom was from just 10 smacks with Si’s hand.

Teri was finding all this fascinating, and dare she say, more than a little turned on by it. Just seeing Sara undress, fold then go back over his knee, she was wetter than a bath sponge, she thought soon she’d have to wring her panties out before it was her turn. She was sat with her legs crossed and unknowingly her heel was rubbing her pussy and she ground down on herself hard, hoping because the table was in front of her, Si wouldn’t notice.

Si soon brought Teri back down to earth by asking her to move the coffee table to one side. As she did it, she felt her wetness stick to her pussy so she quickly pulled her clothes away, Si hadn’t missed this movement. Table away, Si instructed Teri to move back 2 steps from where she was and to sit crossed legged, ordering to watch again. Meanwhile Si shuffled himself forwards until he was on the edge of the settee. His long legs pulled up to the back of the seat, meaning his knees went up higher, he pushed Sara more over, so her bottom was high up over his knee. The perfect position for him to spank all of her, Teri thought. Sara was holding herself up, Teri could see it was tricky as she went from both hands on the floor to one arm wrapped around one of Si’s legs, but he didn’t seem to mind.

“Legs.” Si ordered, slapping them. Immediately Sara opened her legs wide, now she understood why Si needed more room. Sara’s feet barely touched the floor, Teri felt a bit embarrassed as she now had a perfect view to Sara’s pussy and ass, yet as she watched her clit started to pound and swell. Si had a slight smirk on his face as he watched Teri, she was certain that he knew what was going on inside her head and down below inside her panties. She even started to feel her nipples harden as she watched as Si poured a bit of baby oil on each ass cheek. Watching as Si rubbed the oil over her entire bottom, down her legs to her knees , inner thigh and over her pussy. The oil left a beautiful sheen over Sara’s body.

Si wiped his hand on the towel that was beside him then picked up this round, leather paddle.

“Teri this is a Beaver Tail Paddle, it’s very strong and a thick leather that gives a perfect slap to a naughty girls ass, isn’t that right Sara ?” Si asked.

“Yes Daddy.” Sara said, speaking clearly.

He rested the paddle on her ass for a second before lifting it up, and wallop, the smack as leather hit skin was intensifying, her skin turned crimson after just one hit but looked so sexy as her skin glowed. Si started his spanking then, Teri never imagined it could be like this as she watched that paddle strike her over and over. Si hit the back of her legs, that was when Sara showed a reaction. She cried out loud at each hit on her legs, louder still when her inner thighs met that mean looking paddle. Sara had grabbed hold of Si’s leg with both arms now, as she began crying. When the pain became too much Sara closed her legs more or her legs began flailing about like wild but Teri wondered if she even realised, She looked almost zoned out from everything around her, just focusing on coping with the pain. The bruises over her legs looked so painful, Teri winced just looking at them.

Teri had no idea how many strikes she got, but it was a lot, Sara’s bottom was more a shade of purple now. Si dropped the paddle, picking up the oil again, he repeated the same process as before. Teri wanted to ask questions but felt this wasn’t the time, maybe I will discuss it all with Sara when they could talk, she thought to herself.

“This here is Sara’s Little Devil Paddle, she named it that as it’s a purely wicked paddle and the holes add to it’s fierceness. They cause blister bubbles which are very painful, then sometimes if the blisters burst, they may begin to bleed. Blood does not frighten me, Sara expects to see blood from either play or punishment. Don’t you Sara ?” he told Teri as he rubbed more oil everywhere then wiped his hands again.  

“Yes Daddy, I expect to see blood, it means I’ve had a good spanking.” Sara said, her voice sounded waverie, she was catching her breath and trying to get comfy.”Please Daddy, I am really sorry.” she pleaded.

“You’ve got a long way to go before I accept your apology.” Si replied, it made Sara cry again.

All through this spanking, Teri watched everything as Si paddled her butt. Sara cried quietly until he hit a certain spot and then she screamed out, she saw these blister bubbles rise up, some bursting then after more hits, an area would start to bleed. Teri hadn’t realise she was grinding herself harder as she sat down and watched her best friend get spanked, she was so horny now, she began to understand Sara’s love of BDSM. Si used this paddle for longer than the other one and it was getting more of a reaction from Sara. Sometimes she screeched, begged, cried, screamed, but she still didn’t struggle to get away. Sara’s bottom was now becoming more black than purple, Teri had no idea how Sara sat down after this, yet she does.

“The last 10 Sara, you know what to do.” Si ordered.

A terrifying slap hit the spot where leg met bottom, Sara screamed out, her arms and legs just flapped about, with a quivering voice she said.

“1, I’ve been a very naughty girl and need to be punished, I’m sorry Daddy.”

Another fierce wallop on the same spot, then he waited whilst Sara tried to speak.

“I’m waiting,” Si told her as he started tapping her legs, but it must have felt more than a tap as Sara went hysterical, crying out her count and sentence. This continued, Si did 5 hits on this area, she wasn’t sure why, that was another question to ask, but Teri began to love what she was witnessing. She had never been smacked as a child, neither had Sara, yet she was getting more and more enamoured by it all. And Teri wanted to watch more. The last 5 went to her central bottom, her thighs then the last one went back to the same spot as before. By now Sara was fighting to stay in control of herself as Si put the paddle down. There was blood all over but Teri didn’t know if the entire area was cut up or the blood had just spread around. Si got the wipes out then and gently wiped her legs and bottom, examining the damage. Teri could see Sara wince and jump at this touch, but she was surprised to see only a few areas that were open wounds. This time he used the baby lotion over Sara’s bottom and legs.

“Legs “ Si ordered once more, wiping his hands.

Si left his hands on Sara’s back, “So Teri, do you understand what you could be getting yourself into if you join us properly? Are you prepared for this ?”

“I….I don’t know Daddy, I’ve never witnessed anything like this! “Teri stated.

“No I guess you haven’t but if you join us, I’m very strict, I don’t like it if you disobey me.” Si told her, his hand slid over Sara’s burning bottom, his nails grazing over, causing her to flinch and jump again. Then his hand ventured down between her legs, feeling her wetness.”You dirty girl, your cunt is saturated. How dare you get turned on.” Si lifted his hand up and slapped her pussy so hard, Sara cried out, Teri jumped up in shock as she watched Si pound her pussy with the palm of his hand, over and over, it sounded odd, like when you clap your hands when they are wet, sort of echoey, yet you can hear the wetness too. Teri watched as she saw Sara’s pussy swell, she could even see her clit double in size. Sara was distraught now, pleading, begging for him to stop.

Suddenly he did and pulled Sara up to standing, though she wobbled about quite a lot, Teri got a full on look at Sara’s bruised backside, she wasn’t horrified but she was shocked, she had no idea it got this severe.

“Knees on the settee, lean forward, butt right out.” Si ordered. He bent down and retrieved the 2 canes he had placed there before. When Teri saw them she almost peed her panties. Then thought it may detract from her slick wetness if she did pee herself but she thought the punishment for wetting herself would be very serious. So she was just left with a very turned on soggy pussy, she just wished she had her wand to play with later her pussy was almost hurting now it was pounding so much.

“This is a Dragon Cane Teri, I’d say in the right hands it could be one of the worst canes available.” He turned to face Sara, she was still crying, her head stuffed into the cushion  of the settee, which was probably a good job as the scream that came out of her was bone chilling, she bit into the cushion to try to stay quiet.

A thick purple line appeared across her bottom, another strike, another scream, but muffled into the cushion. Poor Sara’s hands fisted the cushion or opened wide in the shock of each strike. Teri didn’t like this, it looked vicious, it reminded her of school in the olden days, or slaves being whipped with sticks or whips. She looked away, this was too much, just too much, she wanted to stop Si, wrap Sara up in a blanket and take her to bed, but she was obviously used to this and Si seemed very experienced with it. Again he aimed for that spot between leg and arse, which was now cut, bleeding and black.

“Open your eyes and watch Teri, you see, Sara as you know, is a very naughty brat, and when the rules are repeatedly broken, the more severe the pain toys will be used. Eventually, she may learn to do as she’s told. But that’s doubtful. For now I will punish her until she at least tries.”

The next strike went down her legs actually catching the back of her knees, she dropped into a heap, her hands going to the back of her knees.

“Please Daddy, please no more, please I can’t take any more.” Sara begged, Teri had tears in her eyes watching her best friend beg him to stop. But he grabbed her by her hair and yanked her up and back into place. She was just about to say something to Si when Sara caught her eye, shaking her head slightly. Teri stopped, Sara didn’t want her to say anything.

“Okay so you think you’ve had enough, you can get 10 of the best with either the school cane or dragon cane, you choose ? Si told her.

“Sc….sc……schoo……….school c..c..cane Daddy.”Sara stuttered.

“Do you want to count and say the sentence or would you like me to give you the 10 fast without count  Si asked.

“W…w…without, f..f..ast.” Sara said.

Fast !!! Is she mad, Teri thought, it’s gotta be worse fast. Surely, she thought.

“Ready ?” Si asked.

“Yes Daddy.” Then she bit into the cushion, fisted the cushions,

“Butt out properly Sara.” Si ordered, he used the school cane to push her back down, which meant her bottom was out more, then placed the cane by her bottom.

“Ready Sara?” He asked her. She nodded her head. He didn’t tell her off for not answering him correctly, she had had enough today.

“This will be the last of your punishment for today, but don’t think it’s over. When I have finished I will take care of your bottom then you will go and stand in the corner. This time I want you turned around, I want you to watch Teri get her spanking, then the pair of you will go straight to bed. Tomorrow your punishment will continue, it’s a pity Teri’s trial weekend has had to become a punishment weekend but that’s no ones fault but your own.”

He first poured some baby oil over her bottom, Teri saw her jump when he touched her. It seemed crazy that 30 seconds ago, Si was so so stern telling us off, yet now he cared for her bottom so gently and lovingly.

Wiping his hands he picked up the school cane and tapped it against her bottom.

Suddenly there was a swish through the air, a crack as the cane came in contact with flesh, a muffled cry out as a trembling Sara stayed in position. Quick as a flash, he repeated it up to the last one.

“Last one Sara,” as the swish went faster, the crack much loader and the cry gave her goosebumps, Sara fell into a heap on the settee and shaking and sobbed uncontrollably. Si sat down, pulled Sara to him, sitting over his knee, so her bottom dangled between his legs, he rocked her, stroked her back, muttered soothing words to her, until she calmed down enough for Si to tend to her sore bottom.

“There there Babygirl, today’s is all over, I wish you would just follow my rules. I don’t want to punish you like this. Especially after you only just finished your 3 month grounding. What am I supposed to do, ground you for another 3 months, spank you every day. Life is so much nicer for both of us when you are good. I know you would prefer a fun spanking with multiple orgasms than this wouldn’t you ?” Si spoke so gently. “Teri could you pass Mr Rufus to Sara please.”
Teri jumped up, looking for Mr Rufus, found him then quickly passed him to Sara, who held out a shaky hand to get him. She quickly took him, hugging him tightly and started sucking her dummy !!!!!!! Sara was sucking the dummy. She thought it was there for show,she didn’t realise they were for them to use.

Watching Si comfort Sara like this, seeing the love they have for each other made Teri realise something, she did want to be part of this, but she had to endure a punishment, hopefully it won’t be as hard as what Sara just had. But Christ it turned her on again, she wanted to be the one to look after Sara after she was spanked. She wanted to rub cream in, put plasters over her cuts, wipe her tears away. I wonder if she will feel the same thing about her, Teri’s panties felt wet again, OMG when was the last time she had an orgasm, this was ridiculous, she was so horny, But she watched in silence as they had this special moment between them. Eventually Si pulled her away, telling her to lie down so he can give her bottom some after-care. Sara cuddled Mr Rufus, NooNoo in her mouth as she sucked it, her fingers stroked Mr Rufus’s ear. Si had to clean her bottom and legs with the wipes, stuck half a dozen plasters  over the worst cuts, then rubbed some baby cream in.

“All done Sara, stand up please.“ He waited until she was up and not wobbling about, took another baby wipe and wiped her tear stained face, and lastly wiped her nose. He took her in his arms and hugged her tightly.

“I love you Babygirl, I always will, no matter how much bother you get yourself into. Now go and stand in the corner, I will get you some water and you must stay stood up and watching whilst I spank Teri. Understand ?” Si asked gently.

“Yes Daddy,” Sara said around her dummy.

Si took the dummy out, “Pardon ?” He asked again.

“Yes Daddy,” She said clearer. “Good girl, now off you go.” Si told her.

Carefully Sara walked painfully to the corner and Si did a little tidy up. He cleaned up the wipes etc, threw everything in the bin, wiped over the pain toys, then went to get some water for everyone. He handed Teri a bottle.

“Drink this now please Teri, there’s another one here for you.” He placed one on the floor, then he handed Sara a bottle, putting another on the floor and handed her a banana. Sara will be pretty exhausted after that thrashing.

He went to sit on the settee and drank a bottle himself, he was shattered too but he had Teri to deal with.

“Now the question is girls, do I give Teri the same punishment or go a little easier on her ?

Got spanked this morning

After our chat a few days ago, things have become better, Master has been quick to point out if I say inappropriate, and I’ve had a bit of cheeky fun.

This morning, as Master was working from home, he had a 20 minute interval from meetings so before I got dressed after my shower, I decided to try them on and ask him what he thought. There were only 3 dresses so it didn’t take long, 2 he said were ok, 1 he didn’t like. So I  was quite pleased, until Master came back into the room 5 minutes later.

Why was I getting a fashion show anyway ? He asked.

I fumbled for some words to come out of my mouth. But nothing came out.

Don’t remember you asking to get them ? He said.

Well I ordered them a week ago, there was an email with a 30% discount code, so I used the discount. I muttered, my fingers nervously twirling around each other.

What’s the rule ? Master asked.

To ask you first, I said quietly.

Why didn’t you ? Master asked.

Coz you’d probably say no. I muttered.

But I might have said yes. Pass me the big black strap out of the drawer. He pointed to the toy drawer.

Looking guilty and sorry for myself, I pulled out the heavy CPS and passed it to Master.

Bend over the bed. He ordered, again, I looked up at him, big sad eyes that begged him to please be gentle.

Ha, gentle. What was I thinking, He’s punishing me, of course it’s NOT going to be gentle.

The swats came quickly and hard, searing my skin, feeling the bruises and welts grow as the deep holes in the strap brought up big blisters. Every so often, Master asked, What do you say ?

Sorry, I’m sorry Master. I yelled out, as he continued once more.

He ensured my legs felt the burning pain too, as I tried to straighten up, or tip to the side, Master’s hand would push me down once more.

What do you say ? Master asked again.

I’m sorry Master, I won’t do it again. I pleaded.

The strap came down again, over and over, as I fisted the bed sheet, and cried. With having no spanking for ages, and then having no warmup, this really hurt a lot.

What do you do if you want to buy something ? Master asked.

Ask you first, I said.

He dumped the CPS onto the bed.

You better make sure you do in future, I’m fed up with dealing with this over and over. Master ordered then left to go to the office.

I knew he must be mad at me, as there was no after-care, as I slowly got up, I realised I was going to have to ask for everything in future. I glanced at my bottom in the mirror and saw some black bruises and a dark crimson backside.

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Later in the afternoon, I was looking at the hand held fans, I actually saw Simon Cowell use on Britain’s Got Talent last night. Now I think I’m starting with the menopause, a handheld USB fan would be perfect, I’d talked about them last night with Master, he told me to look them up. So this afternoon I did, I showed Master, he told me to look on Amazon as the cheapest one he thought was from a dodgy company, but I couldn’t find one under £10, so I asked him if it was okay to get one. He said, Yes and thank you for asking. So I found one I thought would be okay, it got good reviews, was purple and has 3 settings. It only takes 1 hour to charge and then lasts 5 hours before recharging again. It just didn’t say if it was noisy, if I could use it in the theatre, but I can use manual fans for theatre trips if necessary. It actually stands up too, so I can sit it on the table when I’m out. Hopefully it will work out and help with these hot flushes.

A Short Bratty Scene.

I do like being cheeky at times, not the really naughty cheek, but the giggly sillly bratty cheekiness.

We were looking at the sky, wondering what the weather was going to do today. Snow was forecasted. But it was very windy, some blue sky, some heavy grey clouds.

Master said, “It’s hard to tell where the sky is moving.”

I replied, “Well the sky is all above us, everywhere we go but the clouds move around and they are to blame for the weather being crap, so look up at the clouds and see which way they are moving. Sometimes you can gauge if they look heavy with rain or snow.” I had a cheeky grin on my face.

“Are you being cheeky?” He asked.

“No, I’m just making a statement, that the sky is just there, the clouds move.” I repeated.

“I think you’re being cheeky.” Master told me, a cheeky smirk appearing on his face.

“Now you only think I’m being cheeky coz I’m making an accurate statement.” I said.

“Now I think you’re definitely being cheeky, go and get my crop.” He ordered,  a grin on his face.

“No,” I told him, smirking still, “Why do I have to get the crop, just coz I made a correct statement.” He just pointed to where the crop lived.

I went to get it, handing it to him at arm’s length, he motioned for me to come closer, so I moved 1 step. Then he did a circular motion with his finger, indicating to turn around. I just stood still and repeated his finger movements, grinning at him. He grabbed my arm and turned me around, I took a step away.

“Oh I think you are definitely being cheeky now.” Master told me, before swatting my ass with the crop. Even with my step away, the crop still reached me.

I ouched, taking another step away but he reached giving another 6 swats, some didn’t hurt, others were full length stingy ouchie swats. Flicking the crop over any part of me, I dodged out of reach, covering my body as I reached my escape towards the stairs.

“The crop will still be here when you come down again.” he said laughing.

So I ran upstairs. Fortunately by the time I came back don, Master had put the crop away.


This daft, short scene, though really silly, is what I love about our dynamics. It feels close to our old vanilla life with the excitement of an ouchie crop. Maybe it’s the bratty side of me that loves these scenes, I don’t know, but it was fun.

Still on sick leave.

Still on sick leave.


I’m getting fed up with this virus now, it’s taken another hit today, cough even worse and my body muscles are aching with it all.

Poor Master is worse too but he’s had to go back to work, some weeks holiday he’s had. He has 4 weeks to get better before his next week off, then hopefully the decorating will be started. Unless we decide one weekend to do it.

I’ve had to ask my dad to do some food shopping for me but told him he’s not to come in, incase he picks it up again and my in-laws are going to get the prescription, cough sweets and stomach meds for Master. They’ve just delivered a dish of Scouse for me, they know I love it, so when they make it at home they make extra for me.

( Scouse is potato, carrots, onions and lamb or beef. Bit like a basic stew but tastes different. Really yum with pickled red cabbage but I can’t eat that

anymore. )

I hate asking for help but I have to get rid of this bloody thing, it’s really draining. And with us both not well, neither of us has the energy to play or for a fun spanking.

Yesterday I felt a bit brighter for an hour or two, and started to be cheeky and doing mild naughty stuff, flicking water, bumping into him on purpose, flicking a tea towel on his butt, even smacking his butt when I went past. It was quite fun but I never got what I wanted, that spanking I desire. Master did pay me back by flicking lot’s more water at me and bumping into me. I only stopped when he started to slap my face. Little slaps across my cheeks getting harder until I stopped my bratty behaviour.

I know I’m Master’s slave, and act accordingly but I can’t help enjoying a bit of brattiness when I can get away with it.

In the meantime, I’m doing the laundry and starting a new sketch.

Saturdays drama.

This morning everything was fine, I’d done my lines, then posted this week’s sketch, and we were just quietly watching tv and browsing the internet. I had just started to look at the next sketch I was going to draw, Master’s choice again.

Master was in one of his wind up moods. Saying silly things about anything on the tv until I asked him if he could say anything nice or have you got up on the wrong side of the bed. He just replied no. This continued until he saw my sketch.

“Omg you have a definite different side to your sketches. The faces are just very strange.” I could feel my blood start to boil, why can’t he say something positive about it, my feelings were hurt as I spend a long time doing them. I’m not a trained artist, I’ve not had lessons in drawing, I’m only doing what I did when I worked as a pre-school manager. I try my best to copy the picture given to me. Two weeks ago he told me to stop doing black outlines so I’ve been focusing on that plus trying to do the hands better. This week I tried to focus on getting the body shapes right on the 3 people, especially as 2 were big beautiful women. I tried so hard on this sketch I felt so emotional when all Master said was about the odd faces. I think I’m too over sensitive with things like this, I long to hear praise. Throughout my childhood my parents only focused on negatives, a habit I’m trying to stop now. I longed for them to say well done or at least you tried instead of I knew you wouldn’t do it. Yes I agree with Master the faces are not good, I tried over and over until I nearly put a hole through the paper because of erasing out so much. I think maybe I will look for just a face picture and try to practice that way, it’s very hard drawing faces in the position they are in.

I know Master loves to wind me up and I always fall for it as he walked towards the kitchen he ruffled my hair, over and over. Eventually I had enough, as I closed my sketchbook, I put it down and went to go upstairs  but he blocked my path. Stepping side to side he went to grab me to give me a hug, but I shoved his arms away, and managed to escape to upstairs. I knew there would be trouble as I heard him say something as I went upstairs,  just couldn’t hear the words.

I tidied the bedroom, cleaned the bathroom then had a shower. After wrapping my dressing gown around me, I lay on our bed with the dogs and watched tv.  My head going over what just happened during the last hour. I stayed upstairs for over an hour, hearing him come upstairs to go to the bathroom, he didn’t come in to see me. A sure sign he was annoyed with me.

Eventually I decided I had to face going downstairs. Bringing down a box I needed to clean before filling again it again, I walked straight through the living room, into the kitchen. Starting to sort out what I needed to do.

“Ahhhh here she is, bring me your paddle and come and bend over here.” Master called to me, he voice sounded furious. I got the paddle out and handed it to him, lifting my dress, I bent over the stool. The instant I got in position, the paddle landed, very hard, lifting my feet up, as 10 excruciatingly hard swats followed.

“I don’t mind the grumpiness and attitude when I’m winding you up but I will not tolerate insolence. What do you say?” A harder swat followed. “Sorry Master.” Another hard swat as I gripped the stool. “What are you going to do for the rest of the day?” Hardest swat hit. I didn’t answer, another swat, then another. “Not be in a mood.” A reign of swats continued, I had started ouching a little, but because of my mood, I refused to let him know just how bad these swats were, as I screwed my eyes tight, and clenched the stool. Finally he stopped, “What do you say ?”

“Sorry for my mood Master” I said, “And” “I won’t be in a mood for the rest of the day Master.” I said through clenched teeth. To be honest I still felt pissed off. I gave him a kiss and took the paddle, as I walked away he said, “Don’t get blood on your dress.” I got some baby wipes and wiped a lot of blood over my very sore, hot cheeks. Still thinking about me being insolent, not really understanding why he said I was. Or maybe it was the mood I was still in, not thinking about it correctly.

A little while later I was tidying up in the kitchen when Master came in and gave me a big hug. “Okay?” he asked. I picked up the courage to ask him, “Mmmm I don’t understand why I was insolent.” “Well the stroppiness is fine but pushing me away and storming out, refusing to come back in is.” He told me. “Understand?” “Not really,” I told him. “Well I’m telling you it is, understand? “ He replied. “I suppose if you say it is then it is.” I sulkily said. “Good girl,” then Master walked out of the kitchen.

Two hours later my ass still feels very sore and tender, Master asked to look at my bum, “Two very nice crimson cheeks, you’ve got there. How does it feel ?” Again my stubbornness won’t let me be honest and say my bum was very sore, instead I said “ Fine thank you.” walking away.

I know I shouldn’t have reacted the way I did, shoving him away so I could get past him, ignoring him when I went upstairs, so I know I deserved it and I know Master loves to wind me up so I’ve given him exactly what he wanted by reacting the way I did, so I better put a smile on my face and keep it there, no matter what Master says or does. But as I put my sketch stuff away I said, “I will put my rubbish sketch away for today.” “Ahhhhh is this what it’s all about ? The sketch. I told you what I though, the faces were odd but the picture on the wall was very good. What more do you want me to say?” “Something nice first, about the figures, just something positive.” I splurted out. Immediately wishing I hadn’t but knew I needed to say something. “I thought that was enough but now I know I will.” He told me, “Maybe we should leave the sketch.” “No, I like doing them.” “Well now I know I will, but as your Master I shouldn’t have to say anything” I paused then, I hadn’t thought of it that way, perhaps I am being unreasonable, my task is to do the sketch and post it, that’s it. He will praise whatever I do, when he wants to. End off. I wish I could say what’s on my mind calmly without making it into such an issue but also remember my place in this dynamic.

The day continued to be a bit strained, E went out and there was still tension in the air between us. I hate it when we are like this, it’s not often we are. Eventually Master said “Right we can’t let a day to ourselves go wasted, come on I think you deserve some fun.” Holding out his hand, we headed for the bedroom.

Now if you hadn’t gathered by now, I’m terribly stubborn, Master is too, but I am awful, and I do admit it. My mood and stubbornness together are a terrible mix as they feed from each other, growing quickly.

So heading to the stairs, inside my head was a fight going on, being in a mood or relenting and enjoy the time together. As I got naked, I noticed him thinking what he was going to do and where he wanted me. Piling cushions up, he said, “Lie on your back, head on the cushions, arms up above. Doing as I’m told I wonder what he has planned as I undress. He gets his bungee cord, tying my arms up, then legs, I feel very stretched. That’s when he decided to place the mat under me.

“Lift up” he said, both of us laughing as I couldn’t move so he had so slide it under me as best he could. Taking the hood out he pulled it over my head. I was tied tight, hooded, a bit scared, a bit excited, but my mood was very very slowly lifting.


Suddenly I heard him in the toy drawer, and I wondered what pain he was going to inflict on me. Instead I felt feathers tickling me, he waved the tickling stick all over my body, I’ve got to admit this has been a fantasy that he uses sensory play too. But Master is a true Masochist, sensory play is a bit fluffy to him.

I began to enjoy this, as it worked up and down, I knew my body was reacting to it. Something hard then tapped a nipple, causing waves of pain, I think it was the handle. But crikey did it hurt, Master chuckled. He changed toy then, I felt lots of strands as it gently hit my tummy, I knew it was the little pink flogger. Master was enjoying this play, and I must say so did I, that was until a firmer hit across my nipples had me panting to get my breath, my hands fighting against the harness, my legs trying to move up but I couldn’t. Now a chance to relax as Master treated me to more tickle play I used this time to control my breathing again. The flogger came back again, this time harder whips across my tummy, pussy, arms then thighs. As it got harder it did hurt more though my tummy was coping. Everywhere else wasn’t.  “Your tummy is full of stripes now, looks like a tiger. I like that look. Did you like it ?” he asked.

“Yes Master.” I said calming down again as he had stopped. “Stay there and don’t move.” He told me, walking out, I heard him in the bathroom then go downstairs.

Mmmmmmm I thought, what is he up to. I could hear cupboard doors close, bit a banging about then he came upstairs again. He readjusted my harnesses then and sat on the floor. He picked something up out of a bowl he had brought up and I heard the unmistakable sound of ice cubes.He picked one up and gently let it roll over my nipples, tummy then resting it on my pubic bone, feeling the icy cold water trickle over my pussy. Picking another one up he rolled it over my nipples again, resting a piece next to each nipple, water dripped towards my neck and sides, another piece placed on my belly button. It was an amazing feeling, though I detest cold anything, it set your nerves on fire which sounds mad considering it’s an ice cube.  Another cube was picked up and pushed between my legs, holding it firmly against my pussy. Now I’ve had ice cubes pushed up my pussy and ass before and though uncomfortable it didn’t hurt like this. But it was a weird pain, it really hurt but not in a painful way. Sorry this sounds daft. But when another cube was pushed down and held tightly then pushed up my pussy I cried out loudly. Master pushed it as far up as he could before finding the other cube and holding it against my clit. The other cubes still melting over my body, it was sensational, even if I did cry out. After the fourth or fifth cube was held over my pussy I felt intense burning. This was no longer nice, this was torture. Master brought a cube up to my mouth but I moved from side to side to get away from it, I’d let my fear beat me again. If I’d stopped and just felt the cube melting into my mouth, that would have been great, instead I feared my airway was blocked and I panicked. Master then collected all the cubes that were covering my pussy He rested them on my pubic bone again, the others had all but melted. He told me not to let the cubes falls as he took the flogger and started whipping my tummy and tits. This felt much sharper with my skin cold and wet, but over and over he built up the power until 1 over my nipple had me fighting against the harnesses again. Master collected the fallen cubes and put them back again telling me not to move. Whilst he continued once more, I flinched, ouched, and fought my bounds but my body stayed still. I felt close to calling red as he held the cubes against my pussy once more. I writhed about, crying out, I held my bounds tightly, then Master moved them away. I slowly exhaled as the pain calmed down. He pulled my hood off, which I was very pleased with, I’d coped with it covering my mouth, once the initial fright wore off, now I was blinded by the light, and took a few seconds and blinks for my sight to get back to normal. He then unfastened my bounds, “Enjoy that ?” Master asked, “Yes” I replied. “Now I wonder if some hot wax could be fun as you’re so cold.” Looking in the drawer he couldn’t find them but I knew they were there. “Let me look,” I said, as I got up the remaining water trickled over my pussy and I peed a bit on the mat. “I’ve just peed a little,” I was shocked. I found the candles and lighter then went back. The mat felt cold and I couldn’t believe I peed a tiny bit again. But I lay back, placing my hands on the harness, I think for security mainly. We’ve only done wax play once before and jeez I wasn’t sure I liked it. He slowly let the wax drip over my tummy and I started to move around, the heat, burn against my cold skin was just too much. When he let one drop fall over my nipple, well let’s just say, I wanted to scream so loud, my arms went up to cover my tits as I writhed about in agony. He stopped then, “No I’m not doing this one, you’re not liking it and I’m not getting anything from it. “ “Maybe we need these low heat candles you can buy.” I said. “Are these not ?” he asked. “I don’t know, I didn’t know you could buy them when I bought these. I don’t even know how you can have a candle that doesn’t have the same burn but apparently you can. “ “ Maybe that’s what people use to make designs on your body. “ I was a but disappointed I couldn’t cope with them, considering how much pain my ass takes I thought  I could manage this. I may buy one candle and give it a try, I think you can buy single ones. I put my hands down to my sore pussy finding everything swollen, my lips were huge. Now I understood why it hurt so much. “God have you seen my pussy, it’s all swollen.” I gasped. “Well it will be, your skin was freezing. Now what would you like ?” he asked. I looked at him and simply said an orgasm please. Master grinned then rummaged about in the drawer. “You can have one orgasm with the corkscrew dildo.” I smiled, I loved that one. “But i think we should leave your pussy alone as its so swollen.”  Master had put a new mat down for me, just in case I squirted, dropped a little lube on my pubic bone and rolled the dildo in it. He found my ass hole quickly and slowly started screwing it in. When he came to my sphincter muscle I gasped, he stopped for a second then the dildo continued to find its way in. With each turn my body relaxed, feeling it fill me deeply until it couldn’t go any further. Master started to pump that dildo hard and fast, slowly unscrewing then screwing again, followed by more thrusting. This brought me higher than ever, as he stopped then fingers slipped into my other hole. Filling me so full it felt amazing. His fingers wriggled about on my g-spot, leaving my ass still full. I came with such force, all my tension, emotions left me whilst the dildo was thrust in and out once more, until slowly unwinding itself, it popped out. I lay on the bed spent, that play was sensational, I absolutely loved that Master included the sensory play, hoping he would again even if it doesn’t really do anything for him. I patted the bed for Master to lay down next to me.

“Would you like a blowjob?” I asked. “Nah” he said, “But you haven’t fun for a few days,” “I know but it’s not all about that. I don’t need to cum each time”

I wanted to talk to him about early and there was a burning question that was in my mind. “Do I disappoint you ?” “Only occasionally.” He told me, I didn’t realise I had held my breath whilst waiting for his answer, dreading if he said yes. We lay quietly for a moment, until Dave (the dog) jumped on the bed and headed for some attention from Master. Soon followed by Muffin who just woofed at the stool as she is too bone idol to jump herself.  I went around to lift her up as she fought for the top dog space with Dave. We stayed for a while on the bed, playing with the dogs until going back downstairs. When I went to bed that night I had a quick glance at my bottom, nearly 10 hours later, I still had crimson circles on my cheeks with little red dots from where the holes in the paddle had bitten my skin, making it bleed.

Sunday morning everything seems okay again, I did some sketch, then after a while I asked Master what he thought. He gave me 2 suggestions about the girls face which I changed but I appreciated the advice. I do feel guilty about the drama yesterday but in some way its cleared the air between us, so now its back to normal once again.