This was originally posted to my Bluesky and I wanted to share it here. It’s a #tinyspankingstory, inspired by this wooden spoon we got at IKEA. I left this out of my implements post because I finagled it into the utensils cup in the kitchen.
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“Bring me the wooden spoon.”
She hesitates.
smack
A sharp smack to her thigh gets her moving, her eyes filling with tears.
There’s no warmup. It’s stingy & overwhelming and she has no time to prepare herself.
That’s the point. And she asked for it.
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-M
Ooo…the dreaded wooden spoon! One of my favorite implements to use on naughty or needy bottoms. They are so easy to find in most kitchens. I like the idea of applying a good paddling with the spoon before a dinner party then using the same spoon (washed of course) to serve at the party. I sit back and enjoy her eyes flickering to it as she squirms. Mmm…thanks for the ministory.
Such a lovely spoon! I bet that produces a wicked sting 😉 XOXO
Over the knee where everything suddenly becomes complete, feeling the unbearable tingle where I want it most. Unbearable because I ache so much for each new dose of sting.
I’m in the custody of your lap now.
The custody of redness.
The custody of your knowing how much I need to be taken down a peg.
Your knowing warms me no less than your hand.
I just know when I see an alert pop up with your name, that I am going to like what I see and this is no different.
A beautiful poetic vignette!
Thank you. Your posts inspire me.