(jk it is)
I’ve had spanking rampant on my brain today. Shocking, I know, but I was really really lost in my head today. So, you know. Enjoy.
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Ouch. “That stings!”
I gently twisted away from him, but carefully so the pressure wasn’t any worse. His grip was fierce today.
“Good.”
He twisted harder, manhandling my entire body over his lap with only two fingers and a firm grip on my ear.
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—M
A wee poem!
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it’s loud, yes
and sometimes even
startling;
the sound of your
vulnerability
when you’re bent over
the arm of a chair,
waiting for the cane
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—M
And today’s. On time. Sort of.
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She’d told him she wanted to “melt into it” and that’s exactly what happened.
It all started with a very long hand spanking. It wasn’t light and she squirmed throughout, drumming her toes on the carpet when he moved to her thighs.
It’s always hard giving up the intimacy of being over a lap, but he built a cozy spot on the bed for her over a stack of pillows. She settled in, her stuffie clutched under her chest.
The first several strokes from the strap, bit. She kicked her feet and squirmed, clenching and unclenching between strokes, squealing.
But eventually, she melted. She gave into the rhythm and relaxed, getting lost in the taking and receiving.
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That one’s a personal favorite. I, too, want to melt into it sometimes.
—M