Monthly blog from Manho the Daddy.

June’s blog from Manho the Daddy….

Well peeps another month has passed us by and to be honest not much has happened, old Boris Johnson has lifted the old lock down a little, so in turn the good old public took the piss and in the few days of nice weather, they went in mass to the seaside causing many disruptions. 

The bike was serviced, however the mechanic said the brake and clutch fluid needed to be replaced, as this was not part of my service, I will have to rebook it in for July at some point. 

So the month has been rather boring with not much to say as I’ve been working and it seems now some of the lock down has been lifted and even more is to be lifted in July, we finally have a planned visit to see Little Minxs and Master at the beginning of July. Unfortunately it will be a social distance visit but nonetheless a visit any way. 

So looking forward to that, and it’s also Masters 111th birthday, so maybe there will be a chance to celebrate that with maybe a social distance visit as well.

So at the start of July, more things are being lifted, such as pubs and restaurants, so we shall see, as and when the bloody lock down is completely over or reintroduced…

A short blog this month peeps as there has been nothing of real interest to talk about.

Oooo just reminded myself on something, so me being shall we say short for my weight should of been taking medication for my gout and cholesterol, but ignorantly haven’t for at least a year, so anyhow about two weeks ago I had a massive gout attack and God it was bloody painful, the worst one ever. So rang my GP and requested a repeat prescription for my meds, called back a day later to see if they were ready and was advised I needed to speak with the Doctor, so I had a phone call later that day and he pretty much said I was broke and had to go for a full blood test. However he did prescribe my medication and have been taking them religiously, I promised both Piggy and Little Minxs that I would take my meds, as I did not want another bout of the gout, as this time it was awful….

Any how that’s pretty much me done for the month so until next month bye bye …..

An evening with my Doms/Domme on Saturday night.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

New rules and tasks.

New rules and tasks.

 

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

Ask permission to drink alcohol, at anytime.

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

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

The new task came from Daddy and Miss Adira.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

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.

First real punishment from Daddy.

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First real punishment from Daddy.

I was a bit nervous that Saturday night about the punishment coming up. We’d had a lovely day, my first maintenance spanking from Miss Adira, nice dinner and watched a movie. But we all knew this was still due.

When the film ended, it was getting late. Too late to watch another film, Miss Adira asked Daddy if he was going to get it over with as time was going by.

He got up and went into the cupboard to get out the 2 bamboo canes I’d made months ago after cutting our bamboo down a bit in the garden. He got the loopy out of my bag and told me to go upstairs. His tone had changed, no longer the kind gentle Daddy, more a very annoyed Daddy, that got me upset.

I had to set the video again, this time hoping it would record as my other spanking that day hadn’t. And I was gutted because I really wanted my first spanking from Miss Adira to be recorded. Master is looking up different video cameras or a gopro camera for me to use instead of my phone as it’s not recording or taking photos more often now.

Daddy told me to lie on the bed, not over the footboard, I quickly did I was told. Then the lecture began, along with the loopy, no warm up, no soft taps. And I’ve said before how much a light tap hurts, Daddy and Miss Adira will agree how nasty it is. I did try to stay in position but I was soon rolling side to side. The hits were relentless as my hands began coming round or fisting the bedsheets. I hated hearing Daddy so upset with me, I never intentionally go out of my way to disrespect him. And it usually happens when he says no, or I don’t wanna do something, the brat opens her mouth and stuff she knows should not be said, is said. But I also knew I deserved every swat.

I’ve no idea how many swats I got with that loopy, sometimes wondered about buying one of those finger counter things, then I could watch the video and count them. I may just look into one. A good friend of mine used one to count how many times I was caned on one video, few years ago. It was 200. But you’re never aware at the time, you’re only focus is the pain.

Daddy stopped for a minute, asking me if I wanted a pillow, I think he knew I needed something to hug onto, maybe hoping it will stop me rolling. It didn’t though, but he would grab my ass or hips, roll me back and continue. The tears were flowing into the pillow, my cries louder so I bit into the pillow to stay quiet. Or as quiet as I could.

I heard Daddy drop the loopy and pick the canes up. One was thicker, one was more whippy and thin. There wasn’t really a pause when the caning began, oh I need to try to control my rolling. It’s so much easier to be honest to be tied down, or be over his knee so he can hold me down. But I guess punishments are not made to be easy. The caning hurt so badly over the loopy, the swish of the cane, the mega sting then burn.

Luckily or not for me, the tip of the cane flew off, and watching the video back I could see Daddy checking my bottom as I knew I was bleeding a bit. For whatever reason, Daddy didn’t pick the second cane up. To be honest I hadn’t even realised he didn’t use the second one.

Instead I heard him rummage around in their toy drawer. The first whip of the Alcatraz strap shocked me, now I love the feel of leather on skin, strap, belt, I love them. Not however on top of the loopy and cane. And by the name of this strap its fiercely powerful, it’s long so the tail will catch your sides, the holes blister, burst and burn your skin. This was the first time either of us had used this since we bought it for Master at Christmas. Can I honestly say I wouldn’t want it again, no, course I would, unless it’s used harder and for longer then I’m sure I will want to be hiding it away.

Thankfully Daddy didn’t use this strap for long, before dropping it on the bed and coming over to me, at the side of the bed. Bending down he lifted my head up and saw my tear stained face, he kissed me gently, at first I felt too upset to want his affection, but this only lasted a second or two. Then I held his arms, our heads together, Daddy whispering soft words in my ear. I didn’t crawl into his arms, I was too sore to move so Daddy lay on the bed, hugging me tightly until my tears finally stopped. I knew Daddy hated to see me cry but I deserved every swat. Being a brat is one thing, but being disrespectful is one thing I don’t intend to be again.

During the time I wrote this blog, my curiosity got the better of me and I counted the strokes,

48 with loopy

10 with cane

7 with Alcatraz strap

Saturdays play and my first maintenance spanking from Miss Adira.

Saturdays play and first maintenance spanking.

Master and I arrived at Daddy’s at the usual time, 2’ish, Miss Adira gave us both kisses, she was naked as expected by Master. We had coffees, and played with Blue, who was so excited to see us both, he just jumped from settee to chair, licking us, Master was teasing him as usual, encouraging him to howl as he had done with our dogs. He loves having his other Mummy and Daddy round.

I sat on the chair still dressed, when Master asked why I was still clothed, “Oh erm, sorry.” I quickly stripped off, and sat down to watch TV and enjoy my coffee. Miss Adira told me I was doing a lot of fidgeting on the chair so I quickly picked my coffee up and sat still. When I finished my coffee Master asked why I was sat there, all on my own. I think it was really because that’s where Daddy and I sit, but he was at work so Miss Adira told me to join them on the settee. I cosied up to Miss Adira, Master would occasionally stroke my hair or lean over to kiss Miss Adira then me. It felt nice being with them as a threesome, not awkward or like I was invading their time. I knew it would be their time when Daddy came home, then it would be our time too.

After we had finished the 2 parter we watched, Miss Adira said, “Sir I’m going to take Aurora upstairs to do her tests then give her a maintenance spanking. Would you like to join us ?” “No you go, I’m happy watching a bit of YouTube.” Master told her, so we got up and left him to it. Though I thought he would join us at some point, to watch, give Miss Adira advice or instructions or join in but also I knew he could watch it from the camera he had put in their bedroom.

“So what toys did you bring ?” Miss Adira asked. Going to my bag, I pulled out the little devil paddle, the jokari and loopy. She took the little devil and jokari.

Heading upstairs, Miss Adira asked if I was not bringing my cuddily, I shook my head, feeling a bit foolish that I wanted it when I was with her. But when I got upstairs, I changed my mind so ran to get it. Miss Adira had her notebook to makes notes on my test and write my mark’s down, so she sat on the windowsill as I sat on the floor, crossed legs, Marshmallow sat on my knee.

It was weird, something clicked in my head, this was me, being a little felt so natural to me. I loved sitting on the floor looking up at my Mistress and I wanted to make her proud by getting top marks. The maths was easy peasy, 3 x times table so I breezed through them. The English was a bit more tricky but I was disappointed that I got 2 wrong. Miss Adira was very proud of me for my first tests. So next week I was to learn my 8 times table, I know this one will take some thinking, she gave me some good advice to make it easier so I’m going to try her way as well as my way. The spellings will be sent to me later that day, as she wanted to find some harder words for me. And what she sent was very very hard so it’s going to take some concentrating to remember them for next week.

Next came the maintenance spanking. But first Miss Adira wanted to know exactly where she can hit, so she doesn’t strike where my discs are damaged and where my internal tens machine was. I pointed where the scar was, “ Anywhere around the scar, you can feel the box inside me, so nothing can hit that incase it breaks it. Then for my back, anything from my tail bone up to here.” I pointed up to about the third of the way up my back. I’ve 6 degenerative discs there. “So basically any lower back area.” She said. “Yes, then anything from there up my back is fine, across shoulders fine.” I explained. “Okay, but I think I will wait for your Daddy to do your back first  so I can watch.” Miss Adira told me. “I will say if it’s a bit too near any area if that’s okay ?” I asked. “Yes definitely you must until I’m confident in what I’m doing.” Miss Adira pulled out some of her own toys, the studded paddle, the punch paddle, a fly swat plus my little devil paddle and the jokari, whilst I got the camera ready. Once ready I awaited my instruction.

“Bend over the bottom of the bed,” she said. They have a cushioned, curved footrest which is ideal for any sort of fun, play or spanking. I got Marshmallow, bent over the bed, tucking Marshmallow under my arm and waited. “Anything in particular you want to start with?” she asked. “No, erm little devil.” I replied.  “Little devil what ?” she asked, landing the first swat and continuing harder until I replied “Little devil Miss Adira.” Immediately she softened the strikes as she continued. I noticed she liked to cover the entire area of my bum, up as high as she could go, round the sides, all cheek then lastly lifting my cheeks up to reveal my sit spot. She noticed I wasn’t fond of my sides being hit so obviously she enjoyed getting those spots more. After a while she asked if I wanted a change, “Yes please.” A few harder whacks before “Yes please Miss Adira,” I said quickly, then she stopped. “What do you fancy next?” she asked, I looked at the pile and suggested the punch paddle.

The nice end was just the same as our spanking hammer, it feels great, gives you good internal bruising but also makes the blood rise to the surface which makes the smacks tingle much more.

So whilst enjoying the pounding suddenly there was a terrific whack. “Owie,” I cried out, my leg went up, my hand came around. The whacks continued, as hard as a wooden whack with the sting of leather, “This continues until your in position.” Miss Adira told me. “Would you like the hammer back?” Still whacking me until I got into position. “Ow yes.” A stronger whack, “Owie yes Miss Adira.” I cried out. “See your getting it, go out of position I go harder, not answer a question correctly I go harder.” Oh she’s enjoying this a lot, I thought and far stricter with my wriggling around or answering properly.

Miss Adira continued with the hammer, surprising me with a few hard slaps with the other side. As usual I did what I always do, brought my leg up, or hand around, so the hard swats began until I moved back again. ( Maybe this will make me learn…. who am I kidding, probably not.) Eventually she asked if I’d like to change, “Ow erm Ow, the studded one please Miss Adira.” She stopped immediately then started with the leather studded one. I didn’t think this would hurt as much as it did, the paddle side was stingy but not like the hard side to the puncher. But the metal studs stung a lot on already tender skin as I heard my Mistress chuckle, she knew this was hurting. I began turning to my sides, my leg began to move up, Whack, leg down, then a few more wallops my arm began moving round stopping before I reached fully around. “Arm,” whack, “Owie,” I cried louder. The harder whacks continued all around, turning as I tried to protect my sides, leg up as I tried to protect my sit spot. All my failure so awarded me extra hard swats. “Would you like a change?” she asked. “Y..yes please Miss Adira.” I gasped. “What next?” “You choose Miss Adira,” I said getting my breath back.

I felt the familiar paddle on my skin, the jokari. Something that the slightest tap stings like mad. At first the slaps were mild’ish hits which got more painful as it continued, also liking to cover my entire backside again. I stuffed my face into Marshmallow, hugging her tightly, crying out into the bed. She paused for a moment rubbing my cheeks, scraping her nails along my raw skin. “You’re going a lovely colour, but I think you can take more. What do you think?” She asked. “If you think so, Miss Adira.” I replied. Picking up the fly swat she flicked it across me, it didn’t hurt but gave a tiny sting, enough to make you jump a tiny bit. But I think this was too tame for her as she put it down. And picked up the little devil, now it was really starting to hurt and she covered everywhere but once caught close to my tail bone. I cried out loudly, saying “Too close to my tailbone.” What I need to watch is the wires from my tens machine lead up and attach to my tail bone. They are secured to nerve which then gave me feeling to my bladder again. So though I’ve lots of padding by the tens machine, I haven’t higher up and by the tail bone. So a wallop could damage the wire or disconnect it. But Miss Adira didn’t realise, and Daddy has hit the wrong spot and so has Master. It must be difficult not to accidentally hit the wrong area even for the most experienced Dom/Domme.

The spanking lasted quite some time, in the same continuous fashion, if I forgot to say the right thing. I must admit I loved her way, she kept checking to see if I was red enough, and continued until she thought I had a nice crimson tone. Now as this was my first maintenance spanking, and in the future it will be shared with Daddy, with no particular number, just until THEY decided I had enough, I’m pretty certain, this spanking will be the mildest I get.

Apparently Miss Adira was able to sit on the footrest next to me, comfortably, and able to spank me very easily in this position, I can only imagine Daddy on one side, Miss Adira on the other. And the maintenance spanking will happen every time I meet them, or just one of them. My bottom will feel the sting a lot in the future, and it’s all rather exciting.

Once my spanking was over, Miss Adira said,  “Now I’ve been told by Sir that every time you get spanked I have to check if your excited or not.” She slid my legs open with her foot and her hand came down, feeling my wetness. Now I’m not a bit ashamed of her finding out how much I enjoyed it, if anything it will show her she did everything right.

Her fingers slid inside me, her nails scraping my insides and out, maybe something I will just have to get used to, but it stung quite sharply.  But I did explain it to her, she suggested wearing gloves but that’s no fun, so I think it’s a question of me just getting used to it. Her one thing she really wanted to do was to get me to squirt. I know Master and Daddy have explained exactly where my button is and I’m very pleased to say she found it very quickly. Soon I was desperate to cum, begging, unsure if I was to ask like I do for Master and Daddy, but I was too excited to think about that then. The floodgates opened and I squirted, my cum dripping down my legs, an orgasm I will never forget. Miss Adira slipped her hand away, rubbing on my clit. “Better save some for your Daddy.” A very nice thought but she will eventually realise my tap never seems to end and I can squirt 6 – 10 times in a day. A lot.

When I stood and got my balance back, I kissed her, thanking her for a very nice spanking. She told me she enjoyed it a lot, this made me very happy and hopefully made my Mistress very proud. “Sir has told us to go to bed and have a good smooch,” I giggled, I bet he watched it all and was now very hard and excited too. Soon he joined us and stripped off quickly. He lay next to Miss Adira, reaching over to kiss me then kiss her, whilst we continued to smooch. Suddenly I felt the mattress move a lot and I opened my eyes to see him stood over us both. Watching us kiss, wanking himself off. I knew what was coming and at that second all I thought was please don’t get it in my hair as I had got it restyled and cut short that day and wanted it to still look nice for Daddy when he got home. A massive blog of cum landed in my eye, I heard him chuckle, as his cum dropped over my face, over Miss Adira’s shoulder, ear and face. Master always has a large amount of cum each time, so there was more than plenty to share. He chuckled again as I tried to scoop the cum out of my eye, leaving the bed to go to the bathroom and try to wash it away, without ruining my makeup. Then Miss Adira washed herself clean.  It was only after she had done it, did I wonder if I should have done it for her. I think maybe I should and will in the future.

Feeling very refreshed and happy, we went downstairs to watch TV until Daddy got home. He spotted my new haircut straight away, even though we were sure he hadn’t. He told me off lightly for telling a little white lie about not booking the appointment, but said he loved it. This made me even happier. We walked across the road to the chip shop to get our dinner, and enjoyed that whilst watching a film, it was a very exciting visit, but it wasn’t over for me. I had my first real punishment coming up, but that’s for a different blog.

A new task for Daddy from Master is to write a blog every month. Here’s his first one and I think he’s done a great job. Enjoy the read.

This life and time of Manho the Daddy

So, where do I begin, I would say right from the start would be as good of any place as any July 2017, but before we start here’s a little about me. I am nearly at my 42nd birthday, I am now a Daddy to my beautiful girl Little Minxs and a sub to Master, I am nothing to look at, 5’5”, slightly curvy (a lot), and a rather wicked sense of humour, and this little tale is how I became a Daddy Dom and submissive and the journey I have taken to get here so sit back, hold on tight and enjoy the ride.

As I said it came about in July 2017, the exact date I cannot remember, myself, my beautiful wife and our son was at a close friends house party and my wife had told me that she had full intentions of getting drunk “So don’t expect to go home early,” she says to me just before I went off to work that morning.

So, after a hard days graft (honest) we were at our friends house having beers and chilling, enjoying ourselves, I became rather tired and just wanted to sleep however Piggy, my wife, oh yes Piggy is the name given to her by Master G, or as she refers to him as Sir G, any way I digress, so being tired I just wanted to go home and sleep, however the lovely wife, Piggy had other ideas, just letting loose and getting drunk, now she had already polished off a bottle of wine and what ever else to be had consumed earlier that evening and was well on her way on the second bottle. Now Master and my Little Minxs will very well understand what happens next after Piggy has had a couple of bottles of wine, all I can say is Dr Jekell and Ms Hyde…….so I think it may off been about 11’ish we shall say and I asked Piggy if we were going home, this was a very stupid thing to ask really as she had already gave me the heads up she was planning on staying out and enjoying herself, so with the question asked she said “I told you this morning that we were staying out and I was planning on getting drunk,” so with that I skulked away, I do get rather narky when I’m tired so this didn’t help matters much.

I went into the front room of our friend’s house and sulked, after a bit I went back to join the rest and Piggy must of known I wasn’t happy which is when things in both our lives turned…and I must admit now for the most defiant better. I could see she was getting upset and I tried to stupidly talk to her but she just kept telling me to go away as I was making things worse, now I have seen her upset before and we have both been through a lot but to be honest I have never seen her this upset and I was crapping myself a lot as I didn’t know what to say or do to make amends at that point, and yes I should of left her alone but the pig headedness in me kept mythering her and winding her up even more to the point she just came out with the one sentence I would never forget, “I need more”.

Now at first as a man I just looked at her with a gormless expression on my face, and the response I could only give her was “eh”, “I need more, different cock”, now that hit me like a sack of shit, as believe me when I say my self esteem and confidence took a big blow was a understatement. She carried on explaining what she meant and we talked, and one thing in all of this is I didn’t want to loose her, this extraordinary, magically, wonderful woman who has been in my life for at least 13 years, so I told her I would be willing to try and do anything within reason. That evening or should I say early hours Sunday morning we went home and had nookies.

The next day we sat discussing this further, she reassured me that I wasn’t doing anything wrong but she had desires and needs and found it hard to approach me about them, I must admit I do have a very open mind and now has been opened even more after our experiences in the swinging seen and now in our polyamorous/ \Dom dynamic with both Master/Sir G and my Little Minxs/Masters Serf…with this being said this story will unfold next month when I write about our first meets, till then take it easy…..

Manho/Daddy..

Our first week as Domme/sub.

Our first week as Domme/sub.

It’s been a really good week in our new dynamic, I had been really good following my tasks, making sure everything was getting done. New tasks were added, more maths homework to help with the maths I do with Daddy and I now do spellings a week. Midweek I have a mock test for each subject, Miss Adira marks it and makes a note so when I have my proper test at the weekend, I should get a better mark.

Only when I was talking to my good friend LittleM, who is in a Daddy/little, Mummy/little dynamic, did I think of another rule she may do. And that was to eat healthily, properly and follow fitness pal. LittleM’s new Mummy had just done a new rule about how many sweeties she is allowed a day. She went mad as she was only allowed 3.

Having this run around my head, I decided to ask if Miss Adira was going to monitor my snacks, choccie and sweets. She said “Funny you should mention that, I was going to make it a rule in the near future”, I spluttered, “Are you gonna stop me choccie?” horrified at the thought. “No, maybe limit treats, then if you’ve had good meals and drunk your water then you could have a treat”. She told me. “You’re gonna check my water too?”  I gasped. “You got me started……”she said. Stroppily I replied, “Do I get a say in this?”

This is where Miss Adira is good with words, she replied, “I’m kinda hoping you do….and it goes something like……Yes Miss Adira I will eat more regular, fill in fitness pal and evidence that I’m drinking enough water…….Thank you Miss Adira for then saying if I do this I can have some sweet treats.”

“I…….I…….uuuggghhhhh” I replied. This I’m learning is not the correct response.

“I’m waiting. You have until 14.00…….. to say what I’m waiting for….” She told me. I still refused to say what I knew she was wanting.

A 14.00, she messaged “Really !!!!!! Ignoring me now. Not advisable.” She warned. “I’m not ignoring you.” I told her.

“Well I’ve not had a reply and it was time sensitive…..”She replied back. Sulkily I said “I’ve not done a reply coz I’m in a mood about it.” “Ah okay…..well this next bit is really gonna solidify this mood. I want you to go upstairs and write on your body “I will not sulk at Miss Adira” from your boobs down to your knees. Then go downstairs, get 3 ice cubes and put them up your bottom and stand in the corner for 20 minutes in your pose…….then take pictures and share them with your Master and Daddy explaining what you have done to upset me. Oh you have to pose naked And the writing is to be in permanent marker.” I groaned in my head but still went and did it.

Once I had done my punishment I felt more open to talk about starting a healthy living plan. Miss Adira didn’t understand why I kicked off, I’ve said before I wanted to lose weight, but Miss Adira never said healthy meals, she just wants me to eat regularly, which I do, drink more water and have my sweetie/choccies intake monitored, but she never said no treats at all.

I asked “Is this to go in the rules and tasks?” she said “Yes” . This will include a weekly weigh-in on a Monday. Ideally she wants me to drink at least 2 bottles of water, I’ve measured my cup and it takes 250ml of water so my coffee intake will be included as its decaffeinated. But she still wants me to drink at least 2 bottles of water. She said she will reinforce this rule by making sure 1 bottle is drunk before lunch and 1 before dinner or I may find myself drinking someone’s wee instead. Guess I’m gonna have to try harder with this rule.

Miss Adira wanted to understand what peeved me about this whole thing, I said “Just being told to start better eating, and told to drink more”. She said “Is it not the fact that I’ll be monitoring it and that means you will have to try harder than you usually would.” ( Oh she knows me so well. ) “Probably a bit of that”, I said.

We then changed the topic, my punishment was done, Master found it very amusing then later that day I apologised to her.

That day she chose my 10 spellings to learn and also said I had my 3 times table to learn. I would have mock tests Wednesday and Thursday then the proper tests on Saturday and Sunday. This weeks are relatively easy but I’m to write the words out on 2 lines and write my times table 9 times. My first mock tests went really well, I got them all right. Next week Miss Adira said she would give me much harder words to learn.

After only a few days in this dynamic, it just feels so natural and I love being more involved with Miss Adira. She’s very dominant, and when we did my mock tests, she was sat in her office at work, wearing a shirt and tie, I really felt my submissive side as I did my test. And I loved it.

We discussed the punishment she gave me from the day before, she wanted to know if it was too soft….too harsh……not what you expected. I told her “It was exactly how I thought it would be”. Miss Adira said “There wudda been more but I decided at it was your first infringement I wouldn’t be too strict”.

We were going to have our first day together on Friday and I can’t wait. It will be just a nice gentle day, watching a film, having cuddles, maybe a play, maybe a fun spanking, if I’m a good girl.

Unfortunately my sleep pattern fell to pieces again because I started to wake up at 2am, and what happens when I’m tired….I get moody, grumpy and bratty. Miss Adira had been sending me for naps every day but even though I was nodding off downstairs, by the time I went to bed I was awake again. But if I’d stayed on the settee I wouldn’t of slept either.

On the Tuesday Miss Adira told me I had to have an early night, bed at 8pm. I wasn’t happy with this and I hadn’t had chance for a nap. I repeatedly asked if I had to go to bed early, she video called me to ‘discuss’ my bedtime. She told me I could stay up BUT if I started to nod off or I decide to go to bed early then I will be going to bed at 7.30pm for the rest of the week. (She didn’t think I’d be able to stay up). She said, have a chat with Daddy whilst your thinking about it but I want an answer. Daddy then decided to just set a 7.30pm bedtime. Miss Adira said to him, “You can’t override my decision?” “Oh I can, I’m her Daddy, she’s been up since 2am, she’s had no nap so she’s going to bed at 7.30pm.” looking at me, I knew I had no choice but I wasn’t happy.

But, this little incident turned me on, I loved the fact that

Daddy decided to override Miss Adira, that’s how it should be but it was just so sexy, so hot to hear him say I can override your decision because I’m her Daddy.

So that was it, 7.30pm bedtime. During the day I’d been chatting with our spanko friends and I disrespected Miss Adira. Instead of writing Miss Adira, I just called her she. Which sounded really awful, when I looked back at the sent message. I felt really guilty so I confessed.

Much to my surprise her reaction wasn’t what I expected. I thought she was going to Skype or video call me as soon as she read the message, and really tell me off. Instead she firstly appreciated my acknowledgement that I was disrespectful, as she knows I get like this when I’m tired. But then she told me, “This was something I would not tolerate especially when it’s down to tiredness, yet when I try to give you an early night you just strop about it”. But she decided I needed some contemplation time to think about how I should respect my Miss, even if I’m in a grump. “So I want you to have 30 minutes contemplation time, once, dressed before lunch and once, naked before dinner, until Friday. Sitting on your stool, no TV, no music, no tablet, no distraction. I want you to think about how you should respect Miss Adira and how I only do things for your wellbeing and to ensure you are the best you can be.”

A few days later I was chatting with DaddyW, our spanko friends from across the pond, he told me to tell Miss Adira that she needed to be much stricter with me, I never told her until he asked if I had, when I said no he said, “Well I suggest you go and tell her”. I immediately did as I was told. Miss Adira asked “Why would he say this?” I said “He knows me very well, and known me for a good few years. He knows I need very strict discipline, rules, tasks and love”. “Ahhhh right okay” she said, thinking about what I’d said.

Miss Adira and I chat everyday whilst she is at work, she checks what I’m doing and how much water I drink. On the mention of water I replied “Uurrrrrrrr you’re frustrating”.  Miss Adira was not impressed with this comment. “Drink some water NOW”. She told me, her voice had changed, a sharp sternness was there. Yet she replied, telling me she was laughing. Then I got this…….

“5 pages front and back, saying Miss Adira is not frustrating…… by 9.22am tomorrow.” As usual I argued about it, asking why. She told me, “I simply told you to drink water because you’re dehydrated not hungry.” I sulked for a while, deliberately doing other things. Miss Adira was waiting for the appropriate reply, which was not gonna come for a few minutes coz my stubborn head wouldn’t let me.  “Do I need to put a timer on?” she asked. “What for?” I said. “Waiting for this”, she said highlighting the appropriate comment. I wasn’t sure what the timer had to do with it but I was sure it would be something unpleasant for me, so I gave in and said “Yes Miss Adira”. “Now let’s think about your bedtime tonight, I think 8pm today”. She told me. “Yes Miss Adira”, I replied again. Thinking there’s no point to arguing or moaning about it.

That evening I sat writing my 5 pages of lines, I wanted to get as much done as possible so in the morning there wasn’t loads left to do. I’ve decided I need to think before I speak or type messages. Miss Adira had shown me the correct meaning of frustrating, which implied the ideas were annoying and she made me angry,  this was far more disrespectful than referring to her as ‘she’. But I’d never be angry with her, Master or Daddy, I was just peeved. I think I’m going to have to think before I speak in future.

The next day I’d got all my homework done early as I was up at 2am. I needed to go to town for a few things then go to Tesco to get some groceries, whilst I was in Tesco I received another message. “Forgot to say, lines by same time tomorrow, so 9.22am”. “Eh what lines ?” I asked. “Please turn your notebook upside down and write Miss Adira is kind, caring and loving, in colour please”. I stopped dead when I read this, I chuckled and smiled, I knew this wasn’t the end. “You want me to turn the pad upside down, and write that in the space that’s left on the lines, what all 5 pages again ? I……….” I stopped talking and just sent…I will keep my mouth shut emojis. “Thank you Aurora”. She replied.

Chuckling, shaking my head I had nearly finished my shopping but my back was killing me. I wanted to take a picture of something to make Miss Adira smile. I headed to the cucumbers, picked one with a very wide girth then took a selfie holding it. I wrote on the picture, what should I do with this ? Then sent it to Miss Adira. By the time I was home, I could hardly move.

I asked Miss Adira if I had to do my contemplation time, thankfully she said no but add a day to the sentence. “So none today. But you’re here tomorrow.” I told her. “I’ll say do Monday and Tuesday next week then that will cover all the days you are owed”. She said. “Yes Miss Adira”. I told her.

I’d had a burning question I’d wanted to ask for a few days but kept chickening out. “Can I ask 2 questions please?” I asked  “Could I have my cuddily with me when I see you and could I have her when you spank me?” “Why would you like your cuddily with you then?” Miss Adira asked. “Comfort when you spank me whether it’s fun or punishment.  I just want my cuddily with us”. I explained. “I’m happy for you to have your cuddily”, she told me. “Thank you Miss Adira, it’s funny I feel my little coming out with you. I like that.” I told her. “Do you think its coz I’m more strict ? I like the soft tender moments, you lying on my lap, me brushing your hair, or cuddle times”. She told me.

I think Miss Adira will be my mummy/teacher/Domme in one. Though neither of us want her to be a mummy, but a bit of all 3 would be good, I like that idea a lot. We were both looking forward to our first spanking session too.

Later that evening she messaged me, “So I’d like a video of you playing with the cucumber. I want it sent to me as I leave the house to come to your’s tomorrow.” She told me. “Yes Miss Adira,” I replied.

I wonder what tomorrow will be like, I cant wait.

A new dynamic.

A new dynamic.

Since starting our dynamic with Daddy and PiggyJ 7 months ago,  I don’t think any of us could believe we could improve it. How could we ? What extra could we bring ? What was missing ? There was nothing missing. We were all really happy. But there was something. And it showed up unexpectedly last week.

One tiny message to me, seen by Master and a whole new idea, a new dynamic began to form. The message was simple, it read “Go to bed now.” and it came from PiggyJ, when I said that I was feeling rough with my chest infection. I did as I was told but not before Master saw it and asked “ Are you taking orders from someone else ?” Then he messaged PiggyJ saying “ Are you giving Serf orders, that sounded very Domme then.”

From that moment on, the seed was planted, an idea was forming and for the next 10 minutes or so, Master went from chatting with me to PiggyJ all about a possible new dynamic. He sensed that I thought the idea was quite exciting, she is naturally very dominant, so could it work ? Master said he thought it could be fun but what about when it comes to you playing with her. Knowing my reluctance on going down on a girl, he asked “ What would you do if she said come here and go down on me ? “ I replied that I would have to do it, he told me that it would happen at some point, I had thought about this since that first message but also since we began our play with Daddy and PiggyJ. I had been told that she couldn’t wait to fudge me, which was fine but could I repay the play for her. I had this barrier up about playing with a girl, I wasn’t gay, I never had any desires to play with a girl and I was very honest with PiggyJ from the beginning that I really wasn’t sure I could do that. I could finger her, rub her clit, use toys on her but the actual deed of me going down on her, I didn’t know, I still don’t know that it is something I can do. But I know that if a dynamic formed she would not push too hard, too quickly. She would be more patient than Master would be and more understanding if I just said “ I can’t.”

Anyway Master then left our chat and began working again, leaving us to chat about this possible dynamic. Her first instruction was to find some names I liked for her, they had to have a meaning to them so I went online and searched for quite a long time, finding different names, sending them to PiggyJ until I couldn’t find anything else I liked. She then asked if I had any favourites, I said yes, telling her what I liked best. She then asked if I wanted a name, I replied quickly, “ Yes “ I said. “ Okay well I’d like us to have the same first letter so whatever name I choose for myself, you will have a name beginning with the same letter for your name,” she told me.

We had got down to 2 names, Adira or Eden. She then started searching for names for me. I liked her first choice, Aurora, meaning a mythical Roman goddess of the dawn. So it was decided, her name will be Adira, meaning strong and exotic and mine will be Aurora. Then she said she would like to be Miss Adira from now on.

After a while I got another message of her,  ‘Please send me all your tasks and rules from Master and Daddy.’ I did copy and paste for Daddy’s list but Masters I had to find and go through as many didn’t apply, so he said just tell her the ones you do daily and the rules followed. So I did that, I got a thank you back and awaited what tasks she would implement. I knew she had a devious mind and some of her rules or tasks would leave me baffled.

Now there was only one other person who wasn’t aware of this possible new dynamic, and that was Daddy. I never mentioned it at lunchtime, mainly because I wasn’t sure if it was just talk. The most important aspect of this was it must not impact on what we already have, I did not want to lose any time I have with Daddy, any time we have as a group and I know she felt the same. So when we mentioned it to Daddy, we were adamant that if this happened then we would just stop. I think Daddy was a bit surprised at first, asking Miss Adira how many Doms does she want ? The inevitable burning question I knew was on his mind but he wouldn’t say anything, it was, Am I not good enough for her, is that why she wants more. Am I gonna be pushed to one side and not needed anymore. As a Domme she’s gonna be very very good at it. She will be evil and devious. Her and Master will be much better at it than me.

I made quite a few points then,

  1. It’s not a competition.
  2. Everyone will be different.
  3. There will be 3 different dynamics.
  4. There is not one good way or one bad way.
  5. It’s only for fun, extra fun.

The following day Daddy seemed more happy with the idea, I think he and Miss Adira had chatted more about it at home. As we both continued to tell him that this should not impact on what we have now, that she still wanted time with her Sir, I still wanted as much time as possible with Daddy, plus we wanted time together as a group, so that will not change. Hopefully once he sees this dynamic will just add to the fun we have, I think he will feel more relaxed. She told me that they discussed what tasks she would get me to do daily, punishments and also about starting to do a maintenance spanking on every meet, to be done by both Daddy and Miss Adira. She likes the idea of both of them involved in this and I think it will be good for Daddy.

Finally that morning Miss Adira told me what tasks she would like me to do.

  1. Naked selfie.
  2. Pic or video of doing something to make me smile.
  3. Pose naked and video it. She will choose the pose to do monthly. I was to stay in the pose for 1 minute 42 seconds…….  Yes that precise.
  4. Send a good morning message.
  5. Send a goodnight video.
  6. Weekly…. Write an erotic story or poem, 1 A4 side. To be completed by Fri, 6 pm.
  7. Monthly…..Dressed up, erotic pic, lingerie, hair and makeup done.

Once she had sent them we chatted about each one, she wanted to make sure I was happy with them. I was allowed to go through the poses and tell her the ones I could not do because of my back.

She will never expect anything of me that could endanger me or hurt my back.

Miss Adira’s rules were all connected with bringing my sexy out.

  1. I’m to greet her with a passionate kiss and when leaving. When we are together I’m to touch her more intimately, whether that’s a hand stroking her boob, bottom, inner thigh, happy spot.
  2. She will ask Master if we can go and play, asking the boys if they want to join us or just watch. Or asking if we can get ourselves ready for them.
  3. When we sleepover, she would like us to have a shower together, I will wash her and her hair.
  4. When it’s just us and Master, ( Daddy at work ) she would like her nails painted.
  5. Sick notes can be asked for, with reason why, dependant on how bad I was she will allow poses to be missed and leaving the shower as I may struggle to stand for any length of time. Sick notes are for one week at a time, so that’s the same for Master and Daddy.
  6. With Daddy, fortnightly, do a Maintenance spanking.
  7. Miss Adira is happy for me to be me, we still wanted our sassy, bratty times together, she likes a bit of cheek, so she will not want me to do or be anything other than me. Though there may be a point to which she may say enough is enough. I’m not sure yet how far that will be, but knowing me, I will soon try to figure it out.
  8. We will still have our own private chat group, where anything goes, as this is our sister group. Where we can grump, rant, moan or have a giggle over anything, as it’s our private space.

Miss Adira then asked for 4 things I would like to do together or she does to me if I’ve been a good girl. ( by if she means when. )

So after some thought I chose ;

  1. Full body massage, with hand spanking and squirting.
  2. Cuddling on settee, having my hair brushed.
  3. Going for walk to the park, seafront or somewhere, holding hands, chatting, ending with coffee and treat.
  4. Trip out to shops, buying 1 thing, like makeup or sweeties, costing only a couple of pounds.

I had one more suggestion, which I was allowed to say.

    5. Sensory play, tied up, blindfolded, earphones in, and left. Not knowing when you will return, what you would do, what you would use, if it will be nice or if it will hurt. Vampire gloves and paddle, wax play, cheese grater, flogger.

This interested Miss Adira a lot, she suggested rope play, needles or knife play. That bit scared me a bit then, I don’t like the idea of needles going through skin, but she said she wouldn’t do that, she would only prick the skin, a bit like acupuncture. Needles and knife play is something she would love having done to her but Master doesn’t like the idea if doing that. But I’ve said, I will never say no, never. Maybe we can work up to that eventually. Daddy thinks we are both mad for just considering it.

Miss Adira said she would try to phone in the day when shes at work but she would not phone when Daddy was on his lunch break as he always phones me then. ( They work together. ) So that will be nice but also doesn’t interfere with the routine I have with Daddy.

The final thing she asked was to tell her my top 3 favourite toys, whether they are paddles or vibrators, mix them up a bit and my 3 least favourite toys.

  1. Mr Spikey.
  2. Big purple vibrator.
  3. Spanking hammer and tawse.

Telling her my 3 least favourite toys was dangerous though, if I told her then I knew these would be used for punishments. But I couldn’t lie about it, she knew me too well, she knew which ones I really hated so I just made the list.

  1. Loopy.
  2. High impact cane.
  3. Lash.

And so this new dynamic has been formed, it started on Monday. It will be interesting to see how it goes, will it encourage more group play, will it add to our busy dynamic, I hope so, I hope I can handle everyone’s tasks, and not start forgetting them. I hope I can handle everyone’s rules. I certainly wasn’t looking for a Domme for myself but sometimes things just fall into your lap and it fits into your life perfectly just like it did when we first met Daddy and Miss Adira.  I will keep you informed.

Miss Adira’s blog about our change.

What a change

So this week started as any other, until the unexpected happened. So serf said she was tired so I send go to bed to which she said is that an order to which I said yes, she hadn’t been feeling her best so needed to get better for Blackpool. So of to bed she went and I said she was a good girl, a message then from Sir appeared “ little orders and good girls is mommy Dom making an appearance” erm no I replied, I don’t think she could handle another. Now I’m not sure if Sir had messaged serf but obviously the cogs were turning for her serf because then I got a message “what do you think about being my Domme” now in truth it’s something that I’d not really thought about well not in this dynamic. I asked her thoughts she said she quite liked the idea, to have rules and tasks from us all and to serve and please us all. We then began messaging about how it would work and affect us all, I said I would not want to take anytime away from her and her daddy and she agreed. Messages where flying about asking questions both responding rather quickly, and the more I thought about it the more I liked the idea, so minds where set. The question then came what would I call you Serf asked, I didn’t want to be just Miss or Ma’am, I want a different name special just to us so said go find names with meaning so of she went sending me names Eden,Dakota,Adira and a few more besides. I said you pick your favourite 5 and then I’ll pick, I have to admit this was quite hard as the names where all different and had different meanings, so I choose Adira meaning “strong” we continued talking , me explaining I’ll not be all fluffy, to which she said no I don’t think you will I think you’ll be like master( probably not quite but maybe) we then got to what she would like to be called I said it will start with  the same letter as mine so I choose to name Aurora and Asteria I thought I would let her choose, she choose Aurora I must admit this would have been my choice. Now rules and tasks where the next topic, I asked for all her other tasks and rules as I didn’t want any the same. Here are what I set for everyday good morning and a goodnight message, picture of her bum and boobs as they are very very yummy, something that will make me smile ( now I knew this would send her into a tizz as it’s so vague), and to pose in a submissive pose of my choosing and for a length of time all have to be completed by 6pm. Weekly write a erotic story/poem no more than 1A4 page. Monthly dress up all sexy, full hair and make up. Now to give you an incite into my next ones, Serf is very shy when it comes to us playing it’s not something she has much experience in so is very nervous so my next ones are to encourage her to feel more comfortable and confident in this therefore to enhance our individual play but also, 3 and 4some play. So when every time we see each other she has to greet me with a passionate kiss( oh how I love a good kiss) she has to tough my intimately ( so either boobs, inner thighs or as she would say my happy spot ) now I know again she will be in a tizz about these but the more she does the easier it will be when this rule changes to you have to make me cum whenever we are together, when on a sleepover she will shower with me and wash me or my hair, or if on a visit paint my nails. These are all I’ve stated for now but there will be ad-hoc ones as I know how mush she likes surprises. I said we will start on Monday as we have a busy weekend. Oh I’ve thrown in a maintenance spanking with her Daddy aswell ( that should be fun, as I think she’s bit nervous about a hand spanking from me as she has seen the marks I’ve left on Rs bottom”

I’ve established some thing she dislikes and likes so these can be used for when she’s been a good or not so good girl , things she would like us to do if she’s been especially good, one that has really peaked my interest and I know really turns her on at the thought is sensory play, so this play journey is new to us both ( well she tried with her master but wasn’t for him) so should bond us as we will have to learn and grow together with this.  

I’m sure there is more to add but it all happened so fast.

Welcome to our journey as Miss Adira and Aurora, I hope you enjoy the ride as much as we will