Tag: Tiny Spanking Story 2025

Tiny Spanking Story #11

This is actually, hopefully? the start to a slightly longer story, but this opening paragraph really gets me!

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Ellia was already near tears. A timer sat in front of her, the neon digital 2:00 shining into her eyes. This wasn’t just going to be any spanking, it was a punishment spanking. A proper one. One she’d asked for. Knew she needed. Her bottom was already bare across his lap, clenching in anxious anticipation, the sturdy back of her ebony hairbrush resting on her right cheek. 

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With any luck, the bug will find me and I’ll finish the longer piece this is from.

Also, this is my 100th post on the blog! That’s a crazy milestone to me. I feel like I ought to do something to celebrate, but I can’t think of what. Thanks for continuing to read what I am writing. Connecting with even one person or knowing someone relates to something I’ve written, makes all the work and vulnerability worth it. Any suggestions for a good way to celebrate? A giveaway? A treat?

-M

Tiny Spanking Story #10

A poem? Vignette? A thought?

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it’s weird, isn’t it, to think of just how many nondescript lower Manhattan buildings I’ve had my bottom bared and spanked in
standing in front of a man, in one of the biggest cities in the world, having my pants pulled down, to be take over his knee
while people walk their dogs outside
head home from dates, from work
and here I am, in a weirdly partitioned building with a souvenir shop on the ground floor
first 18, then in my 20s and now my 30s,
bare hand meeting bare flesh
weird, yeah, but also lovely

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-M