Tiny Spanking Story 2026 #23

Today was great, but exhausting. The first day of my period is always so uncomfortable and achey. I’m doing my best to stay on time, though!

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When the door to the detention room opened, James startled and dropped the pencil he’d been chewing on, onto the desk.

He’d never been in trouble before and thus, had no idea what to expect. His Head of House, Mr. Sterling, stood in front of him, very well worn belt hanging limply from his right hand.

“Since this is the first time I’ve had to see you in detention, we’ll take care of this here. Stand next to your desk, Mr. Evans.”

James got to his feet and stood to the left of the desk, his bottom resting along its edge. Now, he was nervous. Perhaps if his bottom wasn’t visible, this wouldn’t happen?

“I suspect those cigarettes weren’t yours, Evans, and I find your stubborn loyalty admiral, but there are rules at this school and any boy caught with contraband is to get the belt alongside a week of detentions. Let’s make this unforgettable so perhaps you make a different choice in friends next time, hm?”

James barely breathed let alone responded.

“Over the desk then. Hands on the chair. If you move, we start over. A dozen should do the trick!”

James’ mouth fell open and he hesitated, before following Mr. Sterlings instructions. His short trousers pulled taught and rose up a few inches in such an awkward position and he kept shifting from foot to foot.

The first stroke of the tawse finally shocked him into sound and much to his dismay, he cried out – and never stopped. Mr. Sterling was thorough and fell easily into a rhythm, not giving James enough time to catch his breath between each stroke but pacing them so he felt each one before moving onto the next.

The last four angrily striped the backs of his thighs and would be visible under the hem of his shorts all week.

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Running his hands over the bruising stripes later that evening, James looked in the mirror in awe. He was glad he’d finally found a way to get it before leaving school this year, without involving anyone else or making a fool of himself. He’d never even opened the pack of cigarettes after buying them. It was even easier than he thought to make sure Mr. Sterling saw him with them.

Because of his positive track record, it was automatically assumed he was staying silent out of loyalty, instead of risking self-incrimination and outing his plan of finally getting to feel the tawse before leaving.

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The end. What a clever boy 🙂

—M

Tiny Spanking Story 2026 #15

Whew the writers block!!! But I’m chugging along. This thought has been living rent free in my head today…

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Aimee lay over the end of her bed, her skirt bunch at her waist, knickers down; she was limited in movement mostly by the bulk of her school blazer, taught, with her arms stretched out in front of her, palms up.

thwack

The tawse fell across her already swollen and vulnerable palms and tears ran down her cheeks. She didn’t have long to catch her breath before it fell again, this time on the tender spot where her bottom met her thighs.

Matron took a young ladies decorum very seriously and none of her girls would engage in inappropriate touching. The tawse would make sure of that

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—M

Tiny Spanking Story 2026 #9

Alright, back on track and on schedule. Here’s part 2 of poor Agatha’s plight.

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Agatha did her best not to cry out as the heavy tawse fell across her knickers. Miss Ravenson was not holding back this time and she made all six strokes count. In reality only the first one fell across her knickers and the rest striped the tops of her thighs. Bruises were already blooming when she stood up, tears running down her other cheeks.

“Three on each. If you pull away, we’ll repeat them.”

Agatha’s skirt was still bunched up at the back when she lifted her right palm first and held it out. Unfortunately, she did flinch, and although the tawse almost completely hit its mark, the stroke was repeated and she took four across her right hand.

She was given no time to nurse the soreness before presenting her left. This time she didn’t flinch, but to her embarrassment, she cried out and begged the head mistress to stop.

“Please miss! I’m sorry!”

“I know Agatha. It has been eight weeks of this, though, and you will return after half term with a renewed attention to detail in your uniform. Is that clear?”

She cried out “Yes ma’am!” as the final stroke fell. She squeezed her hands together and hopped about on her feet while Miss Ravenson returned the belt to its resting place and placed paper and a pen on a small desk near her own.

“Good. You’ll take a seat at this desk and copy this line,” she told her, as she wrote, “until I am finished with my work for the day. I expect them to be neat and legible.”

Agatha sniffled and gingerly sat at the desk, her face flushing at the line before her.

It is important for a young woman, such as myself, to be strictly uniformed.

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I had lots of ideas for that last line, but I wanted it to feel embarrassing for Agatha. My other top contender was “Defiant expression has no place in school uniform.”

What do you think?

—M