Tiny Spanking Story 2026 #7

Similar to yesterday, but not a letter. How about a journal/diary entry. A note to self, if you will. A peak into the mind of a little girl waiting on her daddy to come home.

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6 Oct 2026

You know, today has been exhausting. There was so much to get done and I feel like I dropped so many balls. Laundry, the dishwasher, even cooking a proper dinner. This always happens when daddy is out of town. Even his proximity is settling. I don’t think he’d let me collapse into bed tonight, though, if he was here. I think it would be too obvious to him. This need. My need. Or maybe I just think it’s obvious because it feels all consuming to me? Actually, I probably just need to go to bed early and forget about it.

After all, there’s no one here to put me over their knee and spank me until I give in to the exhaustion and stop fighting.

—M

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maybe this one is only a little bit fiction

Fiction: Lending a Hand to Disobedience (Part 1)

A long held fantasy, as a dream…

Orgasm control or having to ask permission to touch myself, and being “punished” with spanking, is a deep and long held fantasy of mine. It’s also the first non-spanko thing my husband and I connected on. We’ve had an “orange socks” rule about asking permission, just about since we met. That means, I have to ask him permission to touch myself or orgasm, but it’s not a “real” rule in that there are real-world implications for breaking it. But “breaking” it is between us, a way to set a tone and headspace for some discipline oriented play, for me to express submission and service. More intense orgasm control is definitely in my head, as well, and often comes back to my desire to please, serve, submit.

I rarely dream about these things – usually only spanking, but like I said in my last post, I have been reconciling different aspects of my kink and how they mesh (or don’t) together. The male tops/spankers in my dreams are usually, historically, unidentifiable. Not that they are anonymous or masked, but I don’t see their face in the dream, my “view” or perspective is from the side or behind, watching, so I can see myself but never the top. They’re more of an idea or concept, embodying the feeling of the scenario and blending the voices of those I have played with or talked about playing with.

I haven’t been having many spanking dreams lately, and even before, most of them were the same classic hard OTK spanking they always are, with some slight variations. I started 2025 off with a bang though, with this one. Apparently my NYE champagne was inspiring and I woke up on the first of the year having to contend with this.

This dream melds together some vague real-life scenarios (like being sent to bed & the idea of being caught touching myself which has happened…uh, a few times in RL with Daniel!) and fantasized about ones, such as a bedtime spanking that instead of being cozy, is hard because I was cheeky and earned it, thigh smacking on its own, uniform being a part of discipline, etc. It’s not about a specific person or real-life event, but it’s one of those that could happen, that I’d even like to happen, someday, even. The writing is more colloquial but I wanted it to feel more like how I did when I wrote it, like I was sharing it with a friend. But this is me, again, reconciling these different aspects of my kink with each other – how can they fit together? Will the fitting together work for me? What parts?

I hope you enjoy this sharing of my dream, as much as I enjoyed the dream itself. I woke up a bit confused, but content. Dreams have a surrealist feel to them, so I’ve embellished in parts, of course.

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Fiction: Bedtime for an Impertinent Girl

I wrote this story in the Fall of 2023 when I was quite sick for several weeks with a bad asthma exacerbation and bronchitis. I had a lot of time to fall into my head and fantasize, daydream, think about spanking, etc. At the same time, a green sweater I found on eBay from Flynn & O’Hara, to match a black watch plaid kilt, tie, and green knee socks I’d already purchased, arrived in the mail. A complete uniform, from a school in a neighboring state. I put the whole kit on one day when I had a bit more energy, and took some photos, admired myself in the mirror, and allowed myself to fall into a fantasy about it. After the jump is the photo that inspired the story here, and the story itself. It’s only ever been shared with one other and I hadn’t re-read it nearly since I wrote it, but I’m rather fond of it. Uniform feels even further away than kink more generally right now, and has for months, so I am re-reading old personal writings in an attempt to feel that connection again. As for the title, it is a pre-bedtime story, so don’t expect pajama spanking here. There are three photos here – the original one that inspired it plus two bonus ones at the end. The story has some daddy vibes, those being some of my favorites. I hope you don’t mind.

It is M/F, semi-cons, includes uniform, line writing, and temperature taking.

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