(jk it is)
Inspired by anticipation.
o0o
Is that the floor falling away?
Or only my stomach?
Is it possible to get lost wandering around a daydream, opening doors, seeing a different spanking behind each; a spanking you can’t get out of your head and want all at once and not at all and over and over again?
What if you can’t decide between craving the mean option and sinking into the lush one?
The only thing for sure is
that
there
will
be
a
sore
red
bottom
on the other side of it
o0o
—M
This may or may not be based on real events that happened when I was very cranky. Probably not. Definitely not.
o0o
This ferry cabin was larger than the original one and he sat on one of the lower bunks and gestured very clearly – but silently – for me to come here, over his knee.
I balked. The child was in the bathroom but still. The look came so I propelled myself off the other bed and over his lap.
Patting. Rubbing. A silent, firm, gentle smack.
The whispered threat.
You’re very cranky and you need a good spanking over my knee. With the hairbrush.
Some arguing. Another smack. A squeeze.
o0o
To be fair, I was really cranky and I probably do need to be spanked.
—M
More travel on the horizon tomorrow!
o0o
close and warm,
back to belly and bottom
to thighs;
a curved, personal,
space heater;
the comfort of
post spanking
spooning
o0o
—M