My version of my road rage incident Daddy blogged about.

My road rage incident.

Daddy chose to write this months blog about my road rage incident but got the story wrong. So as I was feeling even more bratty and stroppy than normal, I decided to write exactly what happened. Why am I feeling more stroppy, because Daddy then told me I was to write an apology letter to the man, he didn’t expect me to give it to him, as we don’t even know who he is, but I was to write it and give it Daddy.

As far as I’m concerned, the man did not deserve an apology.

He is now referred to as the Arrogant Man.

Anyway, down our street it’s very busy with traffic, even though it’s a long cul-de-sac, with 6 little cul-de-sacs running off it. We live along the main road. On the corner lives a family, we’ve actually known the man since he was a kid, it seems his mum has moved out and the son and family have moved in. Think they are early 20’s. But he’s extremely arrogant, well they both are, they look at you like you are scum, and people like that, I really do not like. So we don’t have anything to do with them, except when it comes to them parking their cars. As they seem to think they can park the cars wherever they want.

So along with them thinking the road belongs to them, their friends also think they have the right to park anywhere, even across peoples driveways. Many times a white van has parked across ours and next doors driveway, meaning we can’t get in or get out. Master and E have had to park elsewhere when they got home from work or sit in the car and wait. The man, he’s about mid 20’s maybe, the Arrogant Man usually stands by the van talking to the man from the corner house, they see you waiting but just ignore you. Master calls them all sorts as he walks past them, God only knows what E says. The language would be blue.

On this occasion, I was getting ready to visit my folks. I’d put the dogs in the car, gone back in the house to get y coat, keys and phone. In those few seconds, the white van appeared across both driveways. The Arrogant Man watched as I walked to the car, got in, started the engine, then had to do something with my phone, I think I’d lost connection between phone and car. I watched and waited patiently as the Arrogant Man got out of the van, turned to look at me, and chatted with the arrogant man from the corner. Both looked at me, continued to chat, opened the back of the van and looked inside. This is something they do every time, they turned to look at me again, laughed then carried on.

Enough was enough. Now I could reverse off the curb, but they are quite high and the jolt of the bump down jarrs my back, so I won’t do that and honestly, why should I.

So I drove forwards towards the van and watched the Arrogant Man get into his van. The other man went back inside his house. After waiting again I honked my horn, he just started laughing. I drive an Abarth convertible, well I’ve only got it for a few weeks now, then I get a new car, so as it was sunny, the roof was down. My one complaint about my Abarth is the buttons to put the windows down aren’t on the door by the window, they are on the centre console and I’ve never gotten used to them there. Still laughing, the Arrogant Man very slowly reversed back. So as I was finally able to drive out of my drive, I shouted F*****g arrogant T**t, then shoved my middle finger up at him. Before driving off.

It’s safe to say I was extremely shocked at my outburst, that last word I would never ever use, and as for the finger, well that is just like using all the worst swear words you can think of in one go. A few minutes later I began shaking, I’ve never felt guilt like it before, but I was now late so I had to put it behind me for now. By the time I got home, I was shaking again and as it was gone 2pm I thought Daddy would’ve had his lunch break by now, so I messaged Miss Adira, telling her all about it, she too thought he would’ve had his lunch by now. 

About 10 minutes later, I got a call from Daddy, I knew I had to tell him there and then, he was laughing about with his colleagues, we chatted for 1 or 2 minutes then said it, “I have something I need to tell you.” With that he got up, “Sounds like Little’n is in trouble, I will be back in a bit,” he told them. God how embarrassing, I thought. He found a quiet spot then asked what I had to tell him. So I told him the entire story. At first he burst out laughing, I think he was in shock to be fair. After a bit of a lecture he said, “Right to start with I want 1000 lines doing. And this is not over.” He walked back in the staff room and told everyone what I had done. OMG no. He carried on chatting about how mum was today, how work was, I told him I was shaking because I was so upset with what I’ve done. He said, “Right it’s done with now, you did the right thing telling me. So don’t be worrying.” He then had to go back to work, so said our goodbyes.

So far I’ve not seen the Arrogant Man in his van since, would I do anything different……yes, I would try the polite way as I think he would be more gobsmacked had I said, “Would you mind reversing off my driveway please so I can get out.” I think he would be that shocked he wudda reversed straight away. Would my fiery Taurus nature actually do that, probably not. But I can promise to try, take a deep breath in, before opening my mouth. It’s so so hard.

PiggyJ’s lines and frogs punishment for telling Master to f off.

  Piggy And The Frogs

So I know your all probably expecting this to be a blog form Serf, well it’s not it’s piggy’s turn to tell you about her exploits and trouble I  to managed to find herself in…….

Well it was a Saturday visit from Sir and serf, visit not a sleep over so our time together was shorter than a sleepover. The visit started as they usually do, I’m naked when they arrive kisses and cuddles are given to everyone. I made the brews, one day I will get it right I always get Sir and serfs coffees mixed up so have to ask. Coffees where drank, the. Sir said “right it’s nearly 3, both of you upstairs and get naked. I already was, so serf stood up and started to undress……..now no doubt Serf will tell you more about the play.

R(my hubby n serfs Daddy) then came home so they said their hellos and me and Sir then. Joined them, downstairs, we then all started with a drink, I started with WKD which in truth didn’t last long in fact I’d drank it by the time dinner was gotten. I then started with the wine(and here was my first mistake), we had dinner and and started to watch a film. I was lay on Sirs lap, jokari in hand he kept swatting ,my bum and thigh. I continued to drink my wine feeling the effects now, now this bit is a bit fuzzy but what I do know is I told Sir to “fuck off” now I’m allowed to swear unlike serf however I’m not allowed to swear at Sir. When it came out of my mouth there was a gasp form R and serf and how they didn’t get whiplash with how fast there heads turned towards me and  then looking at Sir I don’t know. Then there was silence, I looked at Sir saying sorry, a shake of the head and I knew, and then we will discuss this tomorrow. I knew I was in trouble, but I also knew he won’t discuss it now.He then patted his legs for me to lie down again, I lay back down, thinking what I am going to get punishment wise, now my usual punishment start at 50 with an implement of Sirs choice, nervous at what Sir would decide.The evening continued film watched and the time for then time for them to leave, again Sir said we will discuss the f bomb tomorrow sheepishly I said okay.

So Sunday messages exchanged but nothing, had Sir forgot and then the message I’d been waiting for, 10 yes 10 A4 pages of lines “I must not swear at Sir,I’m sorry.”by Tuesday. I asked front and back he replied yes so I knew I needed to get a move on as I was swimming Monday night I’m normally last minute with things. So I made a start Sunday managed to get 3 pages done, I didn’t realise how long lines take to do, as it’s not one off my tasks. Monday before work I started to do more, I spoke with serf who said she n daddy thought my lines where a bit lenient, I said that I didn’t believe this was it and I was expecting more. I spent my lunch Monday doing more lines and then again on Tuesday morning I managed to have them finished early. I did however half way through have a mini panic, I hadn’t put any punctuation in, would Sir pick up on this, if I didn’t have it would I have to do them again. So I went through them again adding the punctuation. I then sent pictures and video to Sir and waited. I then got a message excellent….now….google how to make a origami frog…..what I thought(well actually Wtf)….to be done by Thursday so I had two days to make 10 origami frogs. Monday I googled it how many videos are there, loads of videos the  first ones I found they where with smaller pieces of paper. I amended my search to A4 origami frogs, watching a video they ripped the paper,Omg I thought can I rip the paper, I asked if I could I didn’t get an answer so I thought I’m gonna have to. I tried to do a few to no avail….I then tried to do one fully 45 minutes later,45 minutes and my patience tested to its limit,( to the point where I nearly messaged Sir saying I can’t do it. I then remember a time where I said I couldn’t do a punishment he’d set, and believe me that’s not something I want to repeat) I had one done only 9 to go now once I’d figured out a part away I went. I finished them all by end of the day. Again pictures and videos sent, thinking maybe that was it. How wrong was I message came through…excellent…..now…give the frogs to 10 people….I thought this is easy the time scale of Saturday lunch seemed far to easy. I’ll just give them to work colleagues…as I was replying a message came through that I missed….oh did I say they have to be strangers, and then I want a selfie…once I saw this let’s say I said a few swear words….I was thinking where does Sir think of these ideas. Thursday morning I started shift early, my first stranger a different cleaner. Explaining what I had to do, I could see on his face he thought I was a loon…I had to do this 9 more times, people will think I’m a nutter, so out I went on my break looking for people who I thought wouldn’t get me sectioned…I managed to find 5 strangers to give my frogs to…I left it there for Thursday. Friday I got into work early, lingering outside work I approached people on their way into work, now I don’t know if they where still sleepy but these people seemed a bit more enthused to partake in getting my frogs some where even quite impressed. There where people who just went no or when I said about pictures I got my frogs back. I managed it though 10 people now have my froggy, however I’m kinda hoping I don’t see them again, as it was my lines that I had to right, they may ask what’s going on. I done it though all pictures sent to Sir, Sir said top froggin…there was no…..now….finally I thought I’m done

How wrong was I, so this afternoon another message….to finalise the swearing piggy , frog punishment write a blog about the experience…..so here it is

What have I learnt….don’t swear at Sir….maybe drink less wine (although we have a giggle when we drink) and finally…..I’ve learnt that my Sir is an evil genius and I think I need to buy him a white pussy cat.

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.

Swearing last week.


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Cursing.

Swearing.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Oh Lordy, the no swearing rule is broken again.

Oh Lordy, the no swearing rule is broken again.

I’m finding the swearing rule has been better, I’m thinking before saying anything now, choosing better words instead of every swear word I know, except when I driving. Then my potty mouth really comes out. I can’t be doing with idiot drivers who don’t indicate before turning, or before getting to a roundabout, those who drive dangerously slow when it’s not the speed limit and those who park illegally. I think my road rage grew having to drive our son to high school and pick him up every day. The town where his school was seemed to have their own rules for driving. So my language got worse and my rage became crazy mad.

But I’ve always tried not to say the f’bomb whilst in the car since I met Daddy. Until today.

Going to see my GP at peak time, the roads were very busy. But the road I drive down to get to the drs is busy, with cars parked on both sides of the street, people driving into the drs carpark. When I got there some silly woman parked her huge estate car halfway over the driveway, making it very difficult to get in and park.

My road rage hit boiling point, and many different curse words had already slipped out, unfortunately I was chatting with Daddy on the phone so he heard everything. As I said before I never use the f’bomb especially in front of Daddy. Until today, when it slipped out not once, but apparently twice. I’ve no idea what words I said but I’ve been told it was a lot, but the worst was using that F word. Twice.

Daddy said we would discuss my potty mouth later on in the evening as I had to get into the drs. Honestly I can’t believe I said it whilst on the phone with him. I may say it when he’s not around and then own up, but not actually say the word. I knew there would be trouble.

Just before bedtime he video called, and told me to tell my sister, (PiggyJ) what I had said. She of course found it all rather amusing. Daddy said there would be a punishment in store for me the following day, when we spent the day together. So knowing PiggyJ would have my back, I asked Daddy if we could possibly discuss the proposed punishment. He said at first that there’s nothing to discuss yet, he hadn’t decided on a punishment. I said, “well there’s other things rather than a spanking”. “Like what ?” Daddy asked. “Things like essays, I hate them, not lines coz they’re easy.” I suggested. He thought about it for a minute, “Okay, I want a chapter of your book about the naughty mouse written.” he told me. “I said an essay not writing my book Daddy.” I replied. Meaning that giving me a topic to write about is much harder to do, than writing a chapter of my book. But he told me he wanted at least a 2500 word chapter, plus one illustration to go with it, to be done by New Year. I could choose the topic of what naughty Rayanna got up to now.

I’m gonna be honest and say that this is a better punishment  for me, I’m thinking about what I did whilst I’m typing, it kinda sinks in more than getting a spanking. And reminds me not to say curse words ever. I don’t know what naughty Rayanna may get up to this time, so if anyone has any ideas, let me know and I will see if I can use it.

My mouth got me in trouble again.

As most of you know my sleep pattern is pretty poor, well it’s shocking actually, and when I’m close to being exhausted tired, I forget things, I get impatient and my potty mouth comes out, A LOT.

Since Monday we’ve had workman down our street, doing something to the main road, so lorries are coming, to turn around or park down our road. Workman park their own cars down the road and walk past all day long. Now you wonder what’s wrong with that.

The problem, my dogs are dogs who like their routine, who know it’s unusual to have lorries down our road, and these strange people going past in high visibility vests, wearing hard hats, so they sit on the settee and bark at all the noises, at everyone/thing going past. Even though the curtains have been closed all week. Add this to the pesky teenagers who are setting fireworks off all the time, ( could be rude, but that would involve using naughty words, so I’m best not to,) the fireworks really upset them, Dave goes out and barks all the time, Muffin stays inside and barks. They won’t go out for a wee at bedtime, and are like many thousands of other dogs, just very distressed.

Now this along with it being Halloween, well that made them even worse. Halloween never normally affects them, other than barking at the doorbell, but last night they barked even more, the only thing to settle them was me sitting on the floor, dogs either side of me.

So upset dogs, very tired Little Minxs, I swore a few times at them then at the fireworks. Luckily they don’t understand English. But because I had a potty mouth, I had to tell Daddy.

Consequence, write a chapter of the story about the naughty mouse in trouble for swearing again and do sketches for it by Saturday.

Today, having had roughly 3 hours sleep, I was going to Costco with my best mate who swears like the ex-Naval Steward that she was. At the petrol station, filling up, there was a bit of road rage going on, the F bomb blurted out of my mouth 5 times, plus a collection of other words, whilst my mate F bombed a lot more than me. Obviously I had to confess.

Once we arrived at Costco, my friend had a cigarette and I messaged Daddy. He already knew I was beyond exhausted today, replying saying the only time I get a potty mouth is when I’m tired, so as I’m so tired bedtime is set for 7.30pm, NO TV, NO TABLET. I can read until 8pm then it’s straight to sleep. Me being a bit of a brat asked if that meant in bed for 7.30pm or go up at 7.30pm. As my usual bedtime routine is go up 15 minutes earlier to do my “faffing” about so I’m in bed for the set time. Daddy replied saying “ It’s up to you, you will lose reading time if you go up at 7.30 though.” MMMMMmmmmm looks like I am going to bed at 7.15 then.

The benefit of this should be I actually get sleep before Muffin does her quiet woofing at 2am, to get me up !!!!!! But I hate being set early bedtimes and this one is ridiculously early. We’ve already had “the talk” about what I could have said, about the alternate words I picked out for each swear word which I could have used, all I could do was apologise as I knew Daddy was right, it’s not the dogs fault they were distressed, it’s not my fault that I was tired but it was my fault that my potty mouth came out. I’ve 14 minutes left before bed.

Slip up with mouth and eyes.

Slip up with mouth and eyes.

 

At lunchtime today, I was video chatting with Daddy when he said something, can’t even remember what it was but I came out with b****y hell, Daddy asked what I said and I rolled my eyes, exasperated that he heard me swear then saw me roll my eyes.

I got lectured on behaving and then when he told me to apologise, ( Something I do struggle with when I’ve just been told off, my pig headed stubbornness won’t let me apologise properly coz I was now in a mood ) I said, “Sorry the word just slipped out and my eyes just rolled.”

He was not happy with my response so I was told to get a 5 pence coin, and stand against the wall holding the coin with my nose. Miss Bratty came out, are you serious ? Really ? The words slipped out. You know the sorta thing you say. Suddenly Daddy asked if it was cold outside. I paused my rant, confused by his question. Blurted out, of course it’s cold outside. Ready to begin complaining again, when he told me to go outside to do it. NOW.  “What, do my time-out outside ? Can I wear a coat ?” I asked. “Nope go and do it now, and bring your phone so I can watch you do it.” Daddy told me. “Find a coin and go.”
I pulled my purse out of my bag, looking for 5p but didn’t have one. “I’ve 20p.” I told him. “That will do, now outside.” he said.
I was not happy, so not happy as I went to the side of the house, I propped my phone on the windowsill, put the coin on the wall, stuck my nose on it then just waited. I dropped it a few times but the worst was after 4 minutes. And I had to start over again. Frustrating the hell outta me, I started again, when Daddy started singing at the top of his voice. OH MY LORD gag me now before I say something I will regret. As he continued to sing, asking me silly questions, I blurted out for him to shut up. Biting my tongue afterwards, “Do you want to earn extra time ?” Daddy asked. I said no as calmly as I could. So I just closed my eyes and waited until time was up.

Finally Daddy told me it was time, I got the coin ready to go inside when he told me to look at him. Here we go, I thought, more lecturing.

“I love you, I just want the best for you. Now go inside, make yourself a coffee and warm up.” I looked at him, “Is that an order ?” I asked, yes I know brattily. “Yes in fact, make one for Master too.” I paused, taking a deep breath I grabbed his mug and mine then made the coffee. “Do I have to take it up to him ?” I asked, “Yes he can’t drink it without having it.” I carried the cup, whilst staying on the phone. Knocked on the door, asked if I could come in and handed him the cup, “How about a nice, here’s your coffee Master or something nice.” He asked, I pulled a face then he said, “Did you just roll your eyes at me ?” I protested, saying I did not roll my eyes, I pulled a face yes, but I did not roll my eyes. I said, “I’ve just been outside for 10 minutes.” “What, why?”

he asked, “I swore and rolled my eyes at Daddy,” I told him.

“Well in that case you can go outside again, take the phone with you so Daddy can time you.” Seeing no point in arguing, I just went downstairs and walked outside. “Take your coffee,” Daddy told me, so I went back for it, putting my phone on a different windowsill I talked to Daddy outside, drinking my coffee.

Luckily it made the 10 minutes go quicker as we talked about Christmas presents, and the next time we meet up, what did we want to do.

Whilst I was doing my second timeout outside, I realised I hadn’t sent pictures of my lines and maths today, and I discovered this morning I hadn’t taken them yesterday. Oh fudge, I was gonna be in trouble for that now. So as soon as I went in, I took yesterday’s lines and maths and today’s. Telling them that I forgot to send them.

Daddy video called again, asking if I forgot on purpose or did I really forget. I said I really forgot. “Okay well I’m going to have a think and maybe discuss this with Master what your punishment should be. You’ve had such a rough week.”

When I looked at my phone again I had a message from Master. Write your lines in reverse order.

I was a bit confused with what he meant, but basically instead of starting from the left of the page, I will start on the right.

A bit later I got a message from Daddy, after discussing it with Master you will do an extra 50 lines, so double, written backwards.

I think I’ve got it, I will have to do these when I’m very awake I think.

 

Alternative words to cursing.

Alternative words to cursing.

 

As I’ve decided I’m not going to curse when I write my blogs, I’ve chosen the words and decided I will share them with you, so you can understand what I’m talking about. This also means I will remember what I should say each time.

It’s not going to be easy, I’m sure I will slip up occasionally but I will try my hardest to make Daddy proud over this rule as he knows I’m struggling with them. Hopefully this way will help me verbally too.

So here goes, notice all the words are sweetie related.

Daddy sorry for swearing on here, I promise it will be the last time.

 

Fucking hell.              Fudge cake.

Bloody hell.                Bubble gum.

Shit.                            Sherbert.

Crap.                          Crunchie.

Tits.                             Popsicles.

Arse.                           Oreo.

Bugge/bugger off.     Boiled sweets.

God.                            Choccie.

Sod/sod off.                Jelly beans.

Pissed/pissed off.      Cola bottle.

Cock / Dick.                Starbar.

If I think of more words I will add them to the list. But I really hope this works

Cursing in blogs.

Cursing in blogs.

I’ve come to the conclusion to make it easier for me not to curse, is that I will not curse whilst writing my blogs, even though Daddy said it’s okay when doing writing.

It feels wrong to curse in them, plus it encourages me to curse openly too much and too easily. I will in my novels because that is different, but when I’m blogging about our lifestyle, I’m not going to swear in them, as I don’t swear for real during the day, or I try not to swear during the day, I should day.

I will try to use words that you will understand, if I don’t please let me know then I will try other words until both you, my readers, and myself can still enjoy my blogs.