This is actually, hopefully? the start to a slightly longer story, but this opening paragraph really gets me!
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Ellia was already near tears. A timer sat in front of her, the neon digital 2:00 shining into her eyes. This wasn’t just going to be any spanking, it was a punishment spanking. A proper one. One she’d asked for. Knew she needed. Her bottom was already bare across his lap, clenching in anxious anticipation, the sturdy back of her ebony hairbrush resting on her right cheek.
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With any luck, the bug will find me and I’ll finish the longer piece this is from.
Also, this is my 100th post on the blog! That’s a crazy milestone to me. I feel like I ought to do something to celebrate, but I can’t think of what. Thanks for continuing to read what I am writing. Connecting with even one person or knowing someone relates to something I’ve written, makes all the work and vulnerability worth it. Any suggestions for a good way to celebrate? A giveaway? A treat?
-M
One Hundred 💯! Congratulations that’s a big birthday! Makes me think about traditional birthday rituals: the birthday cake, the birthday bumps, the birthday….spanking. Perhaps you could find somebody to celebrate with you…. Have fun!
And if you take into account all my own comments and ping backs, THIS is the 500th comment on the blog 🙂
I am going to a spanking party tonight so we’ll see!
Well that’s a happy coincidence! 500? Take a cushion…
Shouldn’t you get whacked for being number 500? As like, a prize??
Indeed you should. Take that cushion…
No, no, YOU 😛
Hmm. Do you think I didn’t know what you meant 🤨?
Yes 😛
500! Spanks for the memories!! 🏄♂️