Tiny Spanking Story #9

Another real one from my time with Elephant that I hold close to my heart. It’s a little longer but I couldn’t cut it down. There’s an “after dark” warning for this one! Eventually I’ll get back to the fiction…

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Wearing a uniform for discipline for the first time in person was overwhelming, in the best way, but it left her drained – physically and mentally. There was plenty of holding after, and then a gentle pat on her hip, “Lotion.”

A bit of disentangling from the cuddle, the short shuffle to the bedroom for the lotion. When she came back, he had moved to the center of the sofa and motioned her back over his knee. He spanked her gently a bit more, then reached for the lotion.

She squirmed, making sure her hips fit perfectly over his lap, and settled comfortably into the familiar position – she could have dozed off in the safety of it. Panties around her thighs, skirt up, uniform shirt pulling in odd spots – she was very aware of it, the collar, the tie, the fitted-ness of it.

He was thorough, rubbing lotion across her entire bottom, into the tops of her pink thighs, covering every inch, and taking his time. Enjoying it. As she relaxed, his hand gently parted her stinging cheeks. She let out a slightly surprised whimper and her breath caught. Unexpected, but not…unwelcome. He rubbed the lotion there, too. Her breath caught as he – very gently, but firmly – pressed his finger inside her bottom.

She squirmed, and his left hand rubbed up her back until he took a firm grip of her neck, holding her across his lap, so simply with these two gestures. Occasionally he’d move his finger – a quiet reassertion of just who was in control.

She could have laid there and been held for hours.

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-M