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.

Oh Lordy, the no swearing rule is broken again.

Oh Lordy, the no swearing rule is broken again.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Punishments due this weekend.

Now considering I was on a spanking ban, I only had 25 due at the same time Daddy and PiggyJ had their punishment last Saturday, I think I did quite well for not occurring more over the past 3 weeks.

But yesterday I’ve managed gain another 50 from Master and 35 from Daddy.

Master’s reasons;

25 for not taking part in a vote, even though I was out and didn’t read the messages until it was too late.

25 for not asking if I could stay up when Daddy and PiggyJ came around on Wednesday evening.

25 for being bratty and throwing up a balled up piece of paper at Master,

75 due.

Daddy’s reasons;

25 for telling Daddy to shut up, ( only in a joking manner, ) as him and Master were ganging up on me, will explain in a minute.

10 for saying arse in a conversation with Daddy.

35 due.

Yesterday Daddy was on his lunch break, he always sits in an empty office to eat lunch and chat with me on video chat. Master had just come in from doing a grocery shop for me, I was complaining that he hadn’t bought enough fruit and salad. But I hadn’t put a number by each item so he knew how many to buy like I had with other items. My fault. But Master smacked my butt, making Daddy sit up straight to watch. Master said, “Oh I think we should give Manho a show as he’s at work,” he spun me around, pushed my body down on the kitchen worktop, lifted my dress up, revealing my big round white butt, and began spanking me hard. The sting, the burn, was just becoming really nice when he stopped. Showing Daddy my crimson bottom, Master then lowered my dress.

Then Daddy mentioned having a tag team for my 75 swats. Master then decided they should all take part, 25 for PiggyJ, 25 for Daddy, then 25 for Master. Obviously I didn’t get a choice, so I’m not sure if it will happen or not. It would be the first time PiggyJ spanked me if she did it.

After the spanking, Master and Daddy will spaff, ( hate that word,) they will cum over me and PiggyJ will lick it off.

Why ? For Master’s own enjoyment basically.

Not sure PiggyJ is keen on the idea, whether it’s just the humiliation, licking the cum off me, ( I know I don’t enjoy doing that, ) or whether she’s thinking it’s a punishment I don’t know. I will have to speak to her about it, so she realises that Master loves to set tasks that will cause his subs 150% humiliation and degradation, Personally I love being humiliated and degraded, maybe it’s just my view on it, but if it amuses Master, then really, it will amuse me, but only after the task is done. It is my job to amuse him.

Apparently the tag team spanking was a secret, or so Master has just decided as Daddy is in trouble for telling PiggyJ about it. Not sure what his punishment will be, probably a set 25, as Master seems to like doing punishments in groups of 25.

I’m going to do my best not to add anymore to my number, the punishments are usually set on Sunday’s when we stay over. I hope so anyway coz Daddy and Mr Spikey has a  date with my bottom, I have a date to give Daddy a full massage, also I want plenty of fun, plenty of squirting and lots of spanking, OTK, hands, flogger, Mr Spikey and anything else Daddy wants to use.

I’m not allowed to pick the implements for the punishment, the others will be choosing. Heaven knows what they will choose.