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.

Sketches of Daddy and I.

I hadnt done any sketches in a while so Daddy told me I had to do two by Saturday. And he wanted one of when he gave me a spanking and one of when I was pleasuring him. I wanted to do one where I was giving him a blowjob but we git no photos from that, so I chose when I was giving him a nice bottom and back massage which he really enjoyed and I really enjoyed doing it too. So I hope Daddy likss them.

 

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Pampered by Daddy.

Yesterday was Daddy’s day off and always likes to spend that day with me now and yesterday was pamper day.

These days I struggle to shave my legs and pussy, the bending to do it has become agony, I have tried a hair removal cream but that only left me with a burnt section of skin and it didn’t really work. I had asked Master if he could do it, but the thought of shaving me gives him the shivers, he cringed, shivered and looked completely horrified. He’s terrified of cutting me or slicing a big strip of skin off down my leg, So I asked if he would mind if I asked Daddy, who had previously said he would do it, so Master agreed, and as I was seeing Daddy the following day. I did ask if we could play but Master said no, it was a school day so no, not tomorrow. Since we began this dynamic with Daddy and PiggyJ as I am now calling her, Daddy and I both have to ask permission from Master if we can play and what play was allowed.

I pouted a little but didn’t complain about his decision, it was his choice.

Plus it is that mad, crazy time of year where we have my in-laws 2 dogs, for nearly 3 weeks, whilst they go on holiday. They now have a 6 month old Jack Russell puppy, who is full of boisterous energy and madness, plus their 7 year old Lhasa Apso, so when Daddy was coming round, I didn’t know how they would react. When he arrived he automatically sat on the floor and said hello to all of them, playing ball with the pup before standing up and giving me a kiss and hug. Well lots of kisses lol.

We had a coffee then went upstairs for my pampering. I already had everything set up, a towel on the bed, puppy pads for the hopeful squirting, my favourite dildo, and massage oil. The razors, shower gel, wash cloth and bucket. I stripped off, then asked Daddy if he was stripping off, so he did, but left his socks on !!!!

Anyway, Daddy filled the bucket, as I lay on the bed.

At this point I had let the dogs come upstairs, they were okay for a bit then the pup started crying, wanting to get on the bed and just play with Daddy. I call him Daddy R to my dogs so they know who he is and Auntie J when J comes around. They already know Daddy R’s name. They were starting to get on my nerves with the barking and crying, it really is hard work with 4 dogs.

Meanwhile Daddy began shaving my legs, I wondered if it may be easier next time stood in the shower, with the shower running so he could wet my legs easily. I will mention it to Daddy next time. He lifted my leg to shave all around it, I noticed how gentle he uses the razor, Master was the same when he did my pussy once. I’m more firmer with it when I do it myself, pressing down harder.

But Daddy did a very good job with my legs, I never really felt sore, only when he moved my legs out sideways did it hurt a bit. But not enough to say anything.

Legs done he went on to do my pussy, I saw the concentration on his face as he worked around my rings. When he was done he asked me to check it over to see if it was okay. It was perfect.

After we cleaned up, I asked  Daddy if he would like a bum massage, he said, Ooohhh yes please. So he settled on the towel on the bed, I climbed between his legs, warmed up the massage oil then began rubbing it over his bottom. Massaging him deeply, I worked down his legs, up his back, over his bum it was really nice. Just the scent of the oil turns me on, it’s such a sexy smell. I love massaging bottoms, sitting over their legs so your pussy slips around his legs, leaving behind a wet trial. Daddy was loving it, his deep sighs telling me so. But the dogs were driving us mad, barking and crying all the time.

Eventually I had enough so took the dogs downstairs, locked the  babygate and closed the door, We would still hear the dogs barking but at least it would be quieter, or so I thought.

When I went back upstairs, Daddy asked if I would like a massage. Oh yes please, I told Daddy, climbing on the bed, lying on the towel. Daddy is very good at massages, not too hard. Just right, as he worked upwards, leaving my lower back as that can’t be touched, he massaged my shoulders really deeply, around my neck then down again. Working on my bum, I was aware that I was lifting my bum to meet his hands, and soon fingers massaged between my legs, then ventured into my hole. Pushing deeply, I cried out at the shock and desire as his thick fingers pushed harder. Daddy likes to go gently, feeling around softly, then suddenly begins thrusting aggressively, that word sounds wrong, but I couldn’t find a word that described his play. It’s a good aggressive, it makes you grow into an orgasm quickly,  Biting the cushion, I feit my juices begin to explode. I closed my legs tight, even though I felt Daddy try to prize them open. “Get a mat Daddy,” I gasped, as Daddy found them, opened one up then, telling me to lift my bum up, he slipped a mat underneath. Giving me no time to breath, his fingers were there again and my orgasm exploded, I felt my squirt running over my pussy as I was lying on my front. Daddy bent down to do small gentle bites on my bum cheeks before kissing them. Reaching forward he kissed me whilst his fingers entered me again. His thrusts becoming harder and faster, I could feel my pussy bruising but in a good way, as thrust harder, faster until I almost screamed and squirted once more. This was an extreme, full blown orgasm, leaving me spent. Daddy told me to lift my bum to remove the mat. “Oh you did squirt, I wasn’t sure if you had coz you were the other way round.” He rolled me over onto my back, “Does my baby girl need more ?” He asked, I giggled and nodded, he opened another puppy pad, I lifted up and he slid it under me. Taking his glasses off, he buried his face in my pussy, sucking my clit, feeling it stretch, swell and his tongue tickled that special button, whatever he does, he does it fucking brilliantly. My orgasm began to grow, so he plunged fingers deep into my vagina, pushing his thumb into my ass. Stretching my hole with his thick fingers, tickling my insides until I felt myself cum. Quickly I heard the squelching noises of fingers grinding and thrusting whilst I squirted. I heard him chuckle, as he slowed down but left his fingers inside me. Watching me come down from yet another orgasm, I grinned at him.

Suddenly his fingers began thrusting again, totally unexpected, my pussy began to feel sore, yet suddenly I was floating, and I began squirting again. This time loads, I mean where does this come from. This was the fourth time in half and hour and yet this last go, I squirted an squirted and squirted. I heard Daddy say Jeez, when I was still going, it made me giggle but it made me feel amazing. I lay collapsed on the bed, totally exhausted. “Does my baby girl want anymore?” He asked. “NO, No yet.” I said.”Lift your bum then,” Daddy folded the pad and put it on the floor. He climbed up towards me, giving me a kiss, well lots of kisses, a few tiny nibbles on my neck and lot of cuddling. “ Would you like a blowjob Daddy ?” I asked. “Oh yes.” He replied quickly.

The dogs at this point were barking, howling so loud, it was difficult to ignore them. Now Master had told me that when I went to give Daddy a blowjob, I was to go on the side of Daddy so he could watch through the camera. But to get comfy I put one arm between his legs, not realising that would block the camera.

Daddy lay back, a huge groan left his mouth as I first started to uck him. I was conscious of not hurting him, like I did when I tried the week before. His PA is certainly taking its time to heal but better to be careful. I was enjoying doing it, asking often if it was okay, I tried pulling the ring with my teeth, only gently for now, then nibbled his head. I knew Daddy was enjoying it, just by his groans, but then the groans changed, it sounded more painful ouches. I stopped, asking him if it was okay or was it stinging,  he said he would have to stop, the stinging was too painful. I asked if he would like me to continue with my hand, and he said please yes. So I wanked him off, slow then quick, rubbing my fingers over his head, I carefully played with the PA, conscious of the sore area. But he was already really excited so didn’t take long before Daddy was groaning really loudly, sometimes I wasn’t sure if it was a loving it groan, or a painful groan, so I quickly asked, only to be told, oh yes. It didn’t take long before Daddy began groaning louder, more excited before his cum flew out, over my hand and him. Since he had a vasectomy years ago, the amount of his cum has halved but there was still plenty there. We cleaned up quickly, as the dogs were driving us mad, howling and barking we decided to go out for lunch.

Leaving the terrible foursome we left for town, Daddy wanted a jumper and I wanted to buy him some sexy hipster boxer shorts as I realised one day that Daddy wore these awful briefs or some shops call them slips. Well either way, they had to go, after a discussion with PiggyJ, she told me she didn’t like them either, so us girls decided they had to go. Whilst I was driving around looking for a parking space, we got on to the subject of when we went to Windermere, and he felt to blame for my back being really bad but I kept telling him it was just my back. Daddy insisted it was due to me walking up the very steep hill to go shopping, saying he should have moved the car. This “discussion” went on a while, whilst I protested that I could climb the hill to Daddy telling me I was to do as I’m told. This got me feeling really bratty, so continued to argue, “Little girl you will do as you are told, and you can carry on pouting, but if you’re still pouting when you’ve parked the car, then when you get out, I will lift your dress and slap your arse really hard.” Daddy threatened and I knew he would do it.

I know him well enough to know he would not care what people thought, he would just do it. So I sulked inwardly, went to Primark for the clothes then went back to the car.

The conversation changed as we headed to our favourite pub for lunch, I stopped sulking though still wanted to talk about it. We had a lovely meal, I had my usual, Cajun rump steak skewers, and I thought Daddy would have his but he fancied a change, What was lovely was when we were shown to our table, Daddy said, “The lady will have a fresh orange juice and lemonade and I will have a coke please.” He saw that I was sat down comfortably before he sat down, then studied the menu, choosing what he fancied. When the waiter came back with the drinks, “We are ready to order, the lady will have the Cajun rump steak skewers, cooked medium rare and I will have the mixed grill, the steak rare please.” Daddy told him, I then added “Could I have chunky chips instead of the fries.” The waiter said that was fine, so we chatted until our meal arrived, which as usual was pretty yummie. We couldn’t leave without the best pudding ever, red velvet white chocolate cheesecake. It was delicious.

It was time to head home, Daddy told me he had a punishment to dish out to his little girl. It should have been 5 swats with his belt for swearing, but he confessed in the car, he forgot his belt. I said well look through our toy drawer and choose something else. We decided to go straight upstairs, Daddy went into the toy drawer, digging out the wooden hairbrush, my rubber hairbrush, then told me to get naked. We set the camera up so we could record it and send it to the SpankingTuube and Fetlife, I told Daddy to be in charge of the camera, moving it forward if needed.

“Right we don’t need to discuss why you are getting punished do we, you now I won’t allow you to swear, you are my little girl and my little girl will not swear. So over my knee, get yourself comfy.”
Daddy ordered. I bent over one knee, my top half rested on the bed, his other leg automatically locked my legs in place.

There was little warm-up, squeezing my cheeks before he took my hairbrush, asking how many swats I had coming, 5 I told him. No it was 50, he said. I tried sitting up, No you said 5. I stated. Hm 5 on each cheek. He said. No you said just 5, I told him.

Okay 5 it is, Daddy said. Rubbing the brush over my cheeks, he lifted it and walloped one cheek. The burn and sting was unbelievable, I bit my tongue to stop me swearing. Another shocking swat and I tried sitting upright but he pushed me back on the bed, held my legs tighter as he continued up to 5.

“Right that’s your punishment over, would you like a fun spanking ?” He asked whilst rubbing and squeezing my bum.

“Yes please Daddy,” I replied.

So Daddy began with his hard hands, walloping me very hard, then used both brushes, going as hard as he had for my punishment. Fingers delved into both available holes, but just as I reached a high, he stopped and carried on. He repeatedly asked me if I was okay, I always replied yes. This could carry one for hours, I was loving it. Though it was really powerful slaps, and hurt I wanted more. Fingers delved once more, in my ass, my pussy, stretching me which was very painful. I wriggled a bit when he began with the brushes again, pushing my body down again. I’m not sure how long it went on for but I also had a pretty wild orgasm too. Daddy was really enjoying himself for his second go, and for the person who said I don’t think I could spank you, he now uses any excuse to spank me. It was really really good.

Now there was one point or maybe 2 that PiggyJ and I both said afterwards. That was you can’t mix a punishment with a fun spanking as it all rolled into one. If there was a punishment due, it should be done first thing, get it out of the way, then the fun play can be done later in the day.

Plus if the punishment was 5 with a belt then he should not forget the belt, or choose an appropriate toy to replace the belt, which we have plenty, a leather strap, the lash, leather whip or even the awful CPS. Something that is a similar toy. Both of us girls felt the brush wasn’t a good exchange. PiggyJ said to Daddy when he got home, “Would Master choose the brush if he forgot his belt ? not that he would forget.” Daddy thought about it and agreed, And now understood that punishment and play should be separate.

But we had another lovely day,  after our play, we went downstairs, made a coffee whilst Daddy went through the maths I was stuck on. But even he didn’t understand them. He looked through the book and told me to forget that one, he would buy some more. I want to ask Master if he would help me but he has a tendency to skitt my learning maths, saying how old are you ? i’m 49, I say, And you’re doing aged 7-8 year old maths. I get really pissed off at this, Saying you should be proud of the fact I want to learn some maths when you know how much numbers make me freak out. So I will choose a time when I think he will help me without making me feel stupid, but I don’t want to throw the book away, it’s beaten me then.

Daddy’s day off is Saturday this week, so we are planning on making it a day altogether. I think Daddy wants to take me to the cinema and I’m having a nice hot bath to soothe my back. Unfortunately we can’t stay over because we still have the dogs until Monday, leaving them for the day will be hard enough for E as the pup howls the entire time I’m out. But it will be nice having the day altogether. PiggyJ is cooking dinner for us and Daddy is making a cheesecake, so I’m betting it will be yummie.

 

Blogging A -Z Challenge = U.

Blogging A – Z Challenge – U.

U = Urine.

“I’m sick and tired with your brattiness today, you’re acting like a child. You are not a toddler throwing a temper tantrum. Now behave.” Master shouted at me.

I stamped the floor, pouted and crossed my arms defiantly.

“Nooooooo, I really……..” I started, Master smacked my bottom.

“Young lady, I want you to go upstairs, put your white school panties, socks and pumps on, with your white leggings. You can wear your white blouse too. Take these 2 bottles of water and drink it all. Do not dare tip any out.” Master ordered, I looked confused, I didn’t understand why he wanted me to wear those clothes or drink the water but he looked at me so sternly, I scurried upstairs quickly. Getting changed I drank one bottle, still had no clue what was going to happen, but I stomped downstairs again, drinking the other bottle of water as I went.

“Finally you do as you’re told first time. Come with me.” He walked towards the back door, picked a garden chair up and placed it in front of the big patio doors.

“Sit down there.” Master pointed to the chair, so I sat down, looking up at him with confused sad eyes.

“Now I’m going inside and I’m going to watch you through the window because I want to watch you piss yourself.” He explained.

Suddenly I went to get up, protests on the tip of my tongue but Master held my shoulders so I couldn’t get up.

“Stay there, little girl. You will do as you’re told, you will stay there until you’ve pissed yourself then you can stay in your clothes, all wet, smelly and stained like the spoilt little toddler you’ve been acting like.” His voice was so loud and stern, I never spoke.

Sitting down, I sulked,  glaring at him as he went inside, then soon came into the living room, he opened the patio doors, saying he wanted to hear the piss drip onto the patio.

I’m not sure how long I stayed there before I got the sense that my bladder was full. Master was just working on his laptop, not paying me any attention. But I’m sure he may have been aware that I was starting to wiggle about, clenching my legs together tightly, they started to shake, as I held the side of the chair, squeezing everything as tight as possible to prevent my bladder from releasing it’s load of urine. Master has used wetting myself as punishment before, or using me as his toilet, him pissing over me, over my face or mouth. But this was something new.

Master walked into the kitchen where he could still see me, turning the tap on full, he smirked at me. Then getting more water out of the fridge, he passed me another 2 bottles. Then went to turn the tap off.

Suddenly, I felt a tiny release from my bladder, my lip quivered and my eyes filled with tears, I knew I couldn’t hold it any longer.

“Drink the water Daylia.” Master ordered, as I bounced up and down, I opened a bottle and drank a quarter of it.

Then the flow suddenly started, hot urine began to spread into my white clothes, filling my leggings before it dripped through the material, onto the floor. Master started to watch me intently.

“Stand up.” He ordered, as the flow hadn’t stopped, standing up, it flowed down my legs, filling my pumps before he told me to sit down again. The hot urine soon became cold, as the wet clothes clung to me, I began to smell it and noticed my clothes stained a little yellow, I just wanted to get out of them.

“Drink the rest of those bottles then you may come in.” I was told, Master had gone back to working on his laptop.

I quickly drunk the remaining first bottle, I wanted to complain that I couldn’t drink more, but I daren’t. So after a minute I started to drink the second one. By the time I drank it, my clothes were drying out, all stained yellow with a horrible wee smell.

“Come here Daylia.” Master called to me from his seat, certain I was going to be allowed to get a shower and change. I walked in, standing on a puppy pad and faced him.

He had placed a puppy pad on the floor in front of him, and told me to sit on it.

“Daylia you’ve been a very very naughty little girl, you’ve thrown 3 temper tantrums this morning, even after a spanking, and now you’ve wet your panties. You will stay in those dirty, smelly clothes like a little toddler may do, before a grownup realises she’s had an accident. Then they are cleaned up and put fresh clothes on, because a toddler is learning how to toilet train, learning how to behave. You’ve had this training already, you know right from wrong and how to behave yet today you didn’t care. So you can stay in those clothes and every time you need to empty your bladder, you will ask me if you may release it, and go outside, on your chair and piss there. You may only sit on your puppy pad, on the floor. You may only do some colouring or read, your back will face the television Understand ?” He asked.

Looking at the floor, I said “Yes Master.”

For the next 4 hours, Master kept handing me water to drink, I asked 8 times to release my bladder, I’d never drunk so much, each time my clothes became more stained and stank. I was allowed to take my pumps and socks off before coming inside, so I didn’t squelch wee out of them into the carpet, but each time I went outside I had to put them back on. Standing up halfway through the flow then sitting down again. I felt so dirty, humiliated and extremely degraded. This was no fun.

Finally at 5pm, I was told to get the hosepipe and wash the patio down, Master handed me some antibacterial liquid to pour over the patio and chair and the outside brush, to give everywhere a good scrub clean. After that, Master came out to check if I was done. I was just winding the hosepipe up. Handing me a carrier bag he told me to strip, and put the clothes in the bag.

“Here, Master ? Outside ?” I asked, even more mortified.

“Did I say come in and strip ?” His voice stern again. Shaking my head, I started to take all my clothes off, they were soaked, stained and stunk. The bag was so heavy with all my sodden clothes in it, I was going to put the bag in the bin.

“What are you doing ? They can go in the washing machine, use the antibacterial hot but gentle cycle. Check in the booklet what number it is, use plenty of powder and also use the antibacterial laundry powder. When you have done that come upstairs.”

He left me there, naked, holding my bag of pissie clothes. I was careful to dry my feet on the puppy pads, and decided on my own, to throw the pads in the bin before putting the clothes in the washing machine. Locating the number for the wash cycle, I put everything in and turned it on. Heading upstairs I heard the bath running, by the time I was there the bath was half full with lots of bubbles. Going for yet another wee, I climbed in the warm bath and enjoyed feeling clean again, washing the dirty smell off my body.

I’m not sure how long I was in before Master called to me that it was time to get out.

“Can I please stay in longer ?” I called out. Master came in, pulling the plug out, grabbing a towel and stood holding it out. He had a furious expression on his face when I realised maybe I shouldn’t have said it. I was surprised when Master towel dried me, hanging the towel back up he led me to the bedroom.

There were somethings on the bed, but just looked like a pile of clothes so I paid no attention. Master sat on the bed, standing me in front of him, still warm and damp from the bath.

“Daylia you are going to have to behave yourself otherwise I will start treating you like a child more often. And as you didn’t seem to like this punishment, I will do it regularly if I have to. Yet you still questioned me. What other punishment would a little girl get ?” He asked.

I looked on the floor until he lifted my chin up.

“A spanking Master.” I said quietly, tears filling my eyes.

“That’s correct, I’m going to spank your naughty bottom til it’s raw, then you will go to bed early. You may read and continue your colouring but that’s it. I will bring up a light dinner for you, and lights out will be 8pm.”

Master took my arm and pulled me over his knee. He pushed me up onto the bed more, pushed one leg down off his knee and put his other leg over my leg that was over his knee. I was locked in his strong grasp and knew I would not get out of it. Starting with his hand, the sting much more severe as my bum was already warm and still damp. Soon I began crying, trying to reach back when Master grabbed my hand and kept hold of it behind my back.

He always, always included spanking the back of my legs, inner thighs, pussy and all over my big, plump bottom. Then he stopped, rubbing and squeezing instead.

“I hope we don’t have to repeat this soon Daylia, otherwise this will happen often.” He reached behind him and in the corner of my eye I spotted the bath brush.

“No Master,  please, I promise I will be good. Please not that.” I cried into his back as I tried to get away; fruitlessly. As the first swing came crashing down I screamed into the bed, over and over Master swung it hard, from bottom down to leg, lifting each cheek to get access to my sit spot. I cried and cried, kicking my legs, punching the bed. I was sure my bum must be purple by now, knowing how lethal that brush was. But Master continued, telling me he needed to be sure I had learnt my lesson. “I have Master please.”

Stopping I almost prayed a thank you until he lifted me up, placing me back over the bed, then I knew it wasn’t. I saw him reaching something else but I couldn’t see what it was.

“I am giving you 5 strokes for every tantrum you had. How many tantrums did you have Daylia ?” He asked me.

“Three M….M……Master.” I muttered.

“So how many strokes will you get ?” Master asked.

“Ermmmm twelve ?” I’d forgotten how many he said for each tantrum.

“12!!! Daylia, 12!!! That answer earns one more stroke.” He laughed out loud. “Maths was never your strong point. Now listen, 5 strokes for each tantrum, you had 3 tantrums, just so you know, that’s 3 x 5, and 1 extra stroke for that wrong answer. But if you get this wrong, you get another 2 strokes. What’s the correct answer Daylia ?” He tried to stop laughing, honestly her maths was awful, he thought. He heard me giggle as the sum connected in my brain.

“16 Master.” I said, honestly I prayed it was right, I thought it was, but when he asks me to do sums during a spanking, my head just gets muggled.

“Well done Daylia. I think I’m going to have you do Maths exercises every day.  Okay, 16 strokes, now I want you to count them. What will happen if you give the wrong number ?” He asked me, his voice humorous but also intense again.

“I get 2 extra strokes, Master.” I told him, confident but also fearful to what exactly would give me the strokes.

“DO NOT MOVE Daylia.” He ordered.

He picked up the long shoe horn, his new toy from Ikea. A friend recommended this new implement, his little girl hated it. Raising his arm, he whipped the horn across my cheeks, causing me to shriek. I’m not sure how I counted to 16, I remembered I was quick because I wanted it over, this was even worse than the bath brush, might even be as bad as the high impact cane. It was evil, and as usual the strokes were on cheek, sit spot and legs.

But finally the last one came down harder across my sit spot, I grabbed my bottom and cried so hard.

Master sat down on the bed, pulled me up so I was sat on his knee, my bottom hanging between his legs. He hugged me tightly, stroking my back and hair, kissing my forehead lightly.

“All over baby. All done.” Master spoke softly, though he knew there was one more thing he had planned and expected a mini tantrum over it, he was looking forward to see the reaction.

“I’m sorry Master, I promise never to have tantrums again.” It was a promise we both knew I would never keep, secretly Master did enjoy them, and who could blame him. A whole afternoon humiliating and degrading me then spanking me.

“Bend over whilst I rub some cream in.” Master said, as he checked out the beautiful welts and bruises, taking a few photos for me as he knows I like to have them.

“All done, now stand up and turn around.” Master told me, I did as I was told, standing right in front of him.

He picked up this thing, what was that ? Was that a nappy ? My face must have shown my shock, Master had a stern yet devilish grin on his face.

“You’ve got to be kidding, I’m not putting a nappy on.” I said as calmly as I could, trying to back away.

But Master caught on with my plan, turning me around so my back was against him. He already knew which way round it went, lifting one leg, he put it through the hole, lifting the other, he pushed that through. As soon as he let go of my legs I tried kicking it off, which resulted in a few very hard smacks to the front of my legs.

“Naughty little girls who piss themselves need a nappy to sleep in, so you don’t do it again. Now I hope you’re not going to throw a tantrum after you just promised you wouldn’t, that would be a very bad idea.” As Master spoke, he pulled the nappy up, not overly gentle over my raw skin. Hearing me wince a little, Master smiled.

He turned me around and saw my sulky face, he secretly loved it. Master then produced a pink nightie, he put it over my head, hands through little cupped sleeves, as he smoothed it down. The cotton material had little teddy bears over it, but on the front, in shocking pink were the words, Master owns this naughty little girl. There was a picture of a teddy bear from the back view, there pink hair clips in her hair, her bottom was coloured crimson, the bear was bent forward as her arms reached down to pull up her nappy.

I looked down at the words, smiled a little, then turned around to the mirror to see the picture. Then I giggled, “Did you have this made especially ?” I asked.

“Only the best for my little girl, now into bed. Here’s your colouring books and pencil box and your kindle. I will bring you a sandwich, then brush your teeth, lights out at 8pm sharp. I love you baby girl, tantrums an all.”

This is a fictional story but as I wrote it, I thought it was quite exciting too and turned me on a lot. Master does enjoy pee play and I have had to pee outside as punishment, been peed over and drank his pee but it’s never been like to this extreme.

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Blogging A – Z Challenge – O

Blogging A – Z Challenge = O

O = OTK Spanking. ( Over The Knee )

Sorry this is my first time since this challenge began that I’ve not posted on the correct day. 

We had a busy day, I was having one of those brain dead days, E was collecting his new car, so as it was a very special occasion to go in my diary of E’s life, Master, me, E and I ( E’s girlfriend ) went together to collect it. I came home with E and I, so I could have a good look at it, E drove everywhere once he got his keys, must have been at least an hour and half to get home, he was so happy with it.

We were home an hour before we then left to have dinner at my in-laws, which included showing the family his car, we then got home at nearly 8pm, then not long after, I went to bed.So apologies for my late post.

I absolutely LOVE OTK spanking, this is so intimate, erotic, sensational and intense. Whether it’s a fun one or punishment, I love over the knee.

One of my most intense OTK spankings was upstairs on our bed. I’d just had a shower and Master was going away with work and leaving soon. I’d hoped for a bit of fun but he had been busy, so I thought there was no chance for one now.

After my shower I headed into our room when Master walked in.

“I think a little motivation to be a good girl is needed whilst I’m away,” He told me whilst opening our toy drawer to pull out some toys. “Dressing gown off.”
I gave a little smile, as I untied my robe, took the towel of my head, brushing my hair quickly before Master sat on the edge of the bed.  He had a few of the more painful toys out. The Jokari paddle, rubber studded paddle, wooden spoon and leather strap.

Master gave me a smirk as he pulled my arm so I fell over him, my top half landed on the bed, my legs fell over his as one arm quickly hugged my waist close to him. “Let’s get some colourful bruises on your ass, we both know it’s the only way you stay good.” Master said, stroking and squeezing my ass. He picked up the spoon first, quick hard wallops rained down, making me jump and squirm, but Master had a tight hold on me. I tried to keep my feet down but it was hard.

The swats feeling harder and much more painful, as I fisted the bed sheets and ouched into the bed. He never stopped until my rear end and back of legs had turned a nice pink colour.

Then he changed to the stingy, powerful Jokari paddle. That first swat had me wiggling, kicking my legs, trying to reach behind me. Master chuckled, holding me tighter, moving one leg over mine as he continued a fast pace again, though I was in incredible pain, I giggled as I ouched, I just couldn’t get out of his grasp.

The Jokari is a small evil devil, the sting, the bite is so sharp, it does take your breath away.

Master stopped for a minute, giving us both a chance to rest, he loosened his grasp around my waist and moved his leg, I pulled myself up more as Master examined my butt.

A change of toy once more, this time the rubber studded paddle, this beats your ass like a thousand little rubber pebbles hitting you. When he hits downwards it feels like your skin is being whipped off. It’s not ouchie like the Jokari, it’s deep, hitting inside, a hot burn develops under the skin, delving deep into each flank. One leg reaching back, until he caught it, the other leg hanging down, As Master is ambidextrous, he was able to swap hands, one holding my leg, the other walloping my ass. But with the position I was in, I left my pussy free too, so he enjoyed swatting that, each stub bruising my labia, stunning my clit into more delicious arousal, becoming more and more intense and making me want more. That is until, he paddled my inner thighs, now both legs flailing anyway possible, but still both of us giggling, me ouching and wriggling.

“Up and bend over the bed.” He said. I shook my head, an arm curling more around his leg, holding it tightly. I didn’t want to leave his knee. “Up now.” He repeating, slapping my ass really hard, ouching, giggling I still shook my head.

“Okay,” he told me, standing up so I slid down to the floor. I protested as I fell in a heap on the floor, ouching when my ass landed on the cold floor. I pouted looking up high as I sat there. “I did tell you, now up.” He pointed to the bed, one eyebrow raised up, a sign that meant do as you’re told or you will be sorry. Slowly I climbed up and bent over the bed, legs straight out. Master grabbed some pillows and pushed them under my hips, then pushed each leg back up to the bed, his hand pushed my back down so my ass raised higher. He picked up the strap, and stood up straight. Wrapping the strap around his hand, he held the tip with his other hand and brought it crashing across my butt, an instant burn and feelings that my skin had been scraped off, I buried my face into the bed, 4, 5, 6 times and I started jiggling up and down on the spot, but it only made the pain worse. One leg kicked upwards a little, “Are we trying to kick me ?” His voice sounded evilly sexy, “No,” I exclaimed.”Hmmm,” He said, grabbing my ankle, strapping my foot a couple of times, releasing it then repeating it on the other foot. “You know I like symmetry and even hits on each side,”

 

That was the end of my OTK fun, of course our play didn’t end there as Master continued to spank me and turn my ass a delightful crimson and purple colour. Then came the even nicer, kinkier fun fuckery, fingers, dildos and finally cock. But the sensual, closeness you feel whilst over his knee is like nothing else, your combined love, sex appeal,  pure sexual greediness is brought together as one. Nothing else can beat this feeling.