Yesterday I had another trip to Windermere, this time it was with Daddy and PiggyJ. Daddy said he’s proud to go out with his 2 wives. I can’t help but grin when I write this coz it just sounds so nice.
Now as they live in the same town where Master works, I went with Master at 6.30am, far too early to be out, but then Daddy was there to pick me up from Masters work at 7.30am, we had to go to the supermarket for a few bits then went back to their house. Their son was still getting ready for school so there was no canoodling until he left. But as Daddy nor PiggyJ asked Master if they could play, we couldn’t do anything, I had asked and he said I could play but as the others hadn’t asked, I could not play with them.
Once their son had left PiggyJ and I had a kiss and hug, I said I wasn’t sure if I should kiss her in front of him so I didn’t. Not that he would probably notice as a typical 11 year old boy. His head is stuck into his phone until it’s time to go. Lol. I’m so glad the school days are over for us But I had cuddles with Daddy whilst PiggyJ got ready. We were then heading back to near Masters work, to a pub for an all you could eat breakfast. And it was lovely and you could have as much as you wanted.
Then we headed to Windermere, the plan was to go on the same boat trip Daddy and I went on a few weeks before, but I wanted PiggyJ to choose this time, so she saw at the halfway point of the boat trip, you could get a steam train ride following along the southern point of the lake then back again, followed by a trip to the aquarium. We all decided we liked this idea and Daddy ordered the 3 in 1 tickets.
As we arrived at the same car park, we went to the same cafe/children’s play centre, the coffee is always nice in there but we had no room for cake as breakfast was so filling. As always Daddy poured our sugar into our drinks, stirred them before sorting his own drink out. It really is so sweet.
Then we headed to the pier to pick up the tickets and join the queue to get on a very old looking boat. Daddy felt very proud to hold both our hands as we walked along, PiggyJ and I had a few kisses whilst we waited to get on the boat. We walked right to the front of the boat and got a seat there, it was lovely, cold, but lovely. You could clearly see the mountains this time. We tried to imagine if we owned one of the beautiful houses that sat by the lake, or one that was sat huddled amongst trees all secluded. As you come past a biggish island in the lake you could see the top of a house, the island was privately owned, needing their own boats to get them to shore, so we decided that should be our house. Master could have his dungeon all kitted out, it was secluded and sheltered so you could walk around naked for ever, have outdoor fun and games without worrying about the neighbours. It would be perfect.
But it’s not for sale, plus no one was financially able to afford it, though we could only guess it probably cost a few million pounds for the house and island.
It’s nice having silly pipe dreams in your head. If we ever did the lottery you never know, we could find something perfect, if we won. But we would have to start playing it first. Lol.
Off the boat, we headed straight for the steam train, which was just across the pathway. It was difficult getting in, Daddy went first, PiggyJ took my walking stick and helped guide me up the 3 steep steps then I was in. We went into the first empty carriage. It just reminded me of the trains from The Railway Children or Harry Potter, the sliding door, the seats that could take probably 4 people on each side, the steam and whistle. It was very nostalgic.
At one time you went under a tunnel, it went pitch black, the lights had no bulbs in them, so we couldn’t switch them on, but coming out of the tunnel to big rolls of smoke from the engine. It was very pretty and lovely seeing the other part of the lake that you wouldn’t normally see.
We came to a stop, then I presume they were moving the engine to the other side of the train. Then we went off again as we just chatted.
A conversation we had had many times was punishment in a Daddy/little dynamic. I’d been chatting to other Daddy’s on Spanking Tube who said the punishment was as a normal D/s dynamic, so as adults, not thinking that, like for us, my little age was around 8 years old which meant Daddy wouldn’t thrash me with a belt, or punish severely, even though I know it’s what I need and want. But PiggyJ gave her views on it as well, and I think he has now agreed that punishment would be adult based.
So I commented on my potty mouth. Now PiggyJ and Daddy won’t say I’m wrong, they swear a lot, the f bomb comes out, many other words I wouldn’t say but many I would and have, but again Daddy didn’t notice until I owned up. He honestly said he only remembered me saying 1 f bomb, I said along with other words that these days, are just everyday language for most people. So he asked if I wanted this to be a strict punishment. I said Yes, he wouldn’t let me swear so much if we were alone.
Last tripout he threatened to spank me there and then regardless of who was around, I’m not sure if that’s true or not, Master threatens it but doesn’t because he’s worried what people would say, but Daddy doesn’t care about that, so I’m not sure.
But even PiggyJ was saying you needed to be constant with the punishment too, so if she does it again during or after her punishment, then Daddy needed to take the next step until she realises she should not swear at all. I think PiggyJ has got the idea of how I want Daddy to be, but it’s training him, guiding him so it becomes natural for him, and it is working. He has found he has a sadistic side, nowhere near the same extent as Master. But every time we play he’s learning more. I also made a point of what happens if my back plays up. I told them that the only time Master didn’t do an expected punishment was if my back was really really bad. Then it was only postponed, but if it was bad but not too bad, he may say a different position, like over the bed or lie over the settee rather than OTK or other positions he likes to put me in, Daddy listened carefully and said okay that will work. I assured him I never use it as an excuse not to get the due punishment, my back is a very serious health problem so I would never mess around there. Master and Daddy would be furious if I did that.
PiggyJ spent a while discussing Master, his little tricks to get you in trouble, or his annoying little habits he has. It was good to.know she has got him right immediately, saying she knows when to stop and shut up plus she has learnt from experience what happens if she back chats him.
It was good to discuss how we each felt about it, going from discussing piss play, blood play with Daddy, starting the anal play which is just beginning with her. I was able to advise, listening to her as she trains her gag reflex, she said I know the time will come when anal.plugs will be used and other things.
She’s been watching a lot of our videos, apart from saying I must be mad to enjoy what I do, there were a few things she watched thinking no way, and others thinking I was mad but willing to give it a go. I think she will become a really good sub for Master, well not even become, she is a perfect sub for him, until she throws a temper and is sent to bed. Then it’s welcome to my world.
Once the train took us back again, it was a v v deep step to get down, Daddy went first, taking my stick then I took PiggyJ’s hands to help support me getting down. I must admit that hurt a lot.
We then went on to the aquarium, and there were lots of steps to get upstairs, but PiggyJ said “there’s a lift,” so Daddy said “right we will use that.” I tried telling him that I was capable to walk upstairs, but I got the look, followed by “we are taking the lift,” so I chose not to argue. There was a very small niggle that my independence was being taken away even more but I know that’s not true. It’s the love both Daddy and PiggyJ have for me, for us, to care for me and look after me, and make sure I don’t do stupid things or push myself too far. And they both know I would but if I did, I would get a flare-up, meaning no play, usually meaning punishments for pushing myself too far as well because Daddy is being very strict on that. But I know it’s for the best too. Even if I strop.
But we had a lovely walk through the aquarium, it wasn’t huge, which was good really, as I was beginning to hurt, towards the end you went down the stairs, or in my case, we went down in the lift and you walked under the aquariums, seeing some pretty huge fish. Some names I recognised due to me liking to watch certain fishing programmes that Robson Green presented. There’s nothing wrong with a bit of very nice eye candy during a program, especially if he’s only wearing shorts. HHHMMmmmmmm yummie. Very nice eye candy.
Anyway we finished with the aquarium and had a while to wait for the next boat, so we went to the cafe, had a late lunch/early dinner. But when I asked for a glass of water to take some meds, that’s when Daddy realised I was sore. We sat down and I took them immediately, I think he was a bit annoyed I didn’t tell him, but we were in the aquarium, there was nothing to be done until we left there and I didn’t want to leave early.
We had a very big coffee and a panini each and finished just as the boat arrived. Now where we came out of the cafe, apparently the queue to get on the boat was right around the other side and I really didn’t feel I could walk that far around to get to the end of the queue, so Daddy told a rather brusque harbour man that we would stay there and wait until the end of the queue, and he watched to make sure we did not jump in.
At first we were going to sit inside but Daddy spotted the front outside area was free, though it was very cold, it was also really nice. The fresh air blew away the cobwebs, it was cozy, it felt special, Daddy sat with his girls and how proud was he looking all the time, it just felt right.
On the way back to the car I had to walk slower, I’ve been trying to keep up to Daddy’s paces all the time when really I should just say you will have to walk as if you had a 90 year old wife and go slow, very very very slow. Even my “fast” pace is an 80 year olds pace, but then that’s not fair because my Dad is 84 and still flies around the house. Though I am a little bit quicker than my 84 year old mum. I sat in the front seat on the way home, PiggyJ soon fell asleep, Daddy and I were quiet, but a good peaceful, quiet.
Master was already home when we got home, I made them all drinks and I could tell that Master was going to want some fun with PiggyJ before they left. Eventually Master stood up, held his hand up, so she took it and off they went. Now as Daddy hadn’t asked if we could play, we couldn’t, but to be fair, I think we were both too tired, plus he probably wouldn’t want to play incase it made me more sore. But we enjoyed snuggles, though I had to share him with the dogs, they both wanted to sit on Daddy R’s knee. Funny how the dogs know his name already, I’m getting them to recognise J’s. After a while we heard a sharp slap, we both looked at each other as the slaps continued and sounded painful. “That sounds like a punishment,” Daddy said. “But she’s not earned anything, her slate was clean after her bad one on Saturday.” I said, I must admit, we were both confused. It certainly sounded like a punishment. And it didn’t seem to finish, we heard PiggyJ cry out a few times, then a sharper cry and we both said, “That’s Master biting her, probably where he’s just spanked her.” Then it still carried on.
Eventually they finished and came downstairs, PiggyJ looked like there may have been some tears, or she was fighting them away. We asked if that was play, “Oh no, tell them what you called me.” Master said. “I ermmmm I called him a smart arse. Coz he said something so I just replied smart arse. Then all of a sudden he was up, rummaging through the toy drawer, pulling out the Jokari paddle, he began walloping her hard on her jeans covered ass. Not long after, he just yanked her jeans down, panties too and continued. PiggyJ has begun a healthy eating program and has already lost quite a bit of weight, which was why he was able to just yank them down without needing to unfasten the button or zip. The louder cry was a bite where he was paddling her, but apparently it was only a “small bite”. But this will teach her not to call Master any such names, in jest or in anger as it doesn’t end well for ones backside.
After that, we said our goodbyes, waved them off and left Jayne with a burning bum for her one hours journey home. It’s only Daddy that’s not experienced that Jokari but he’s been a very good boy for Master since that whipping punishment a few weeks ago, but now PiggyJ understands how bad the Jokari was.
We’ve not long until we see them again, actually seeing them tomorrow, (Wednesday), Thursday they are staying over here, and doing something Friday. So a very nice few days ahead planned.
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