Tiny Spanking Story 2026 #8

Yeah, I’m gonna back date this because I am a completionist. The power (including the internet) went out yesterday right when I was settling in to my alone time for the evening and then it became a To Do for complex reasons and I didn’t get this done. So here’s number 8…

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Uniforms itch. And they’re tight. And annoying. And stupid.

At least that’s what Agatha was thinking as she stood outside the headmistresses office with her demerit slip. She still thought all those things but she was feeling far less confident about it now.

The door opened wide and Miss Ravenson motioned her inside and indicated the space in front of her desk. A younger girl slipped past them, rearranging her blazer and tie as she went and yet another girl was standing in the corner, quietly sniffling.

This was the routine. The embarrassment was the point.

“How many uniform demerits this week, young lady?”

It’s possible Agatha had been seen by the head every Friday morning for several weeks. She fidgeted, uncomfortable, because today her uniform was immaculate and her tie felt too tight and her knickers were pinching her thighs and her stiff school shoes were just stiff school shoes.

This was the most uniform demerits she’d ever gotten and she was fairly sure her form tutor handed them out more gleefully this week.

“Twelve, Miss.”

“Agatha! Twelve is atrocious. I think you need a more severe lesson. Today you’ll take six over your knickers and six on your hands.”

Agatha’s stomach dropped. She’d never gotten the belt on her hands before.

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“Tomorrow” will be Part 2

I have not been a very good girl.

I have been wanting to write about this for a while and this blog post may never see the light of day, but I am going to write it. Because I started it a long time ago, like others, I am not going to change the tense. But it’s not *current* since we are apparently no longer speaking. Amongst the turmoil of my time in Vegas over Labor Day 2024, were some bright spots. I got spanked by Elephant every day. I brought a suitcase full of uniform things and had hoped I might get to wear uniform for him twice, but given everything, it didn’t work out until Sunday, and just the once. I was able to change my flight from a Sunday night red-eye to a Monday night red-eye, otherwise I’m not even sure that would have happened.

Shortly after waking up, I received the following text from him: “Marie. I would like to meet at 3pm for what really *should* be your regular Sunday formal thrashing in strict school uniform. I will pick out your uniform when I get there.”

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Leaving Las Vegas, 2025 – a Party Report – Part 1

Note: this post will have photos! both vanilla and spanking photos – so read after the jump at your own risk and ideally not in public! also, I know I have a bunch of blog comments I haven’t responded to – I do plan to, so sorry about that!

It used to be a common occurrence, back in the heyday of spanko blogging and even as far back as the usenet newsgroups, for folks attending parties (primarily Shadow Lane back then but then later also Florida Moonshine, Chicago Crimson Moon, Boardwalk Badness in AC, etc) to write “party reports” to tell the stories of the weekend, talk about play and socializing, and generally share their experiences. Some of this still takes place ad-hoc on Fetlife, but with less blogs around, there is less of this in the specific way it used to be. When I started writing this, I was tucked into the bed in my room, overlooking the pool here at the Plaza Hotel & Casino. There is a small loveseat style couch, a small dresser (truly too small, to be honest), and a desk. The room is very spacious, though the bathroom is oddly small, and the closet is part of the open sink area instead of a closed space. The toilet & tub share a room that is nearly impossible to navigate closing a door in without stepping into the tub. It’s been a nice space to spend 6 days though. Especially compared to last year – I’ll write about some of the positive memories from last year, after I post this years.

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