Tiny Spanking Story #20

There is a Discord server I am on for my local spanking community and there’s usually a question of the day. Today’s was from one of the esteemed organizers and he asked, “I’m sitting in my office, watching rain clouds being blown across the city skyline. I think we’ll be spared from the storm today, but I’m wondering, what are your favorite fantasies around storms, rain, gales, that sort of thing? Are you a lighthouse keeper’s apprentice, who forgot to secure the oil drums, and now you’re scrambling to corral them in the darkness as a nor’easter blows down on you? It’ll be the keeper’s rough hand and leather strap for you, IF you both survive the night. Or maybe you’ve gone out in the rain in your Sunday clothes, even though your governess gave you strict instructions not to?”

That, along with talks about Halloween and other scary stories, inspired this little tidbit.

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She swore as the lights flickered and the whole house went dark. She should have expected this, with an autumn storm and strong winds. She could hear the leaves plastering themselves against the windows with the rain.

She sighed, lighting a few candles and tucking herself into a corner of the living room. He only came during storms and when the power went out. At first, she was scared, but now she found his attention comforting.

Soon, he was dragging her out of the corner by her hair, pulling her over his lap, her sweatpants and panties roughly pulled down. He always started on the bare and used his hand, spanking her hard and fast until she was crying and spent, his arm never seeming to tire.

He’d quietly tuck her into bed and then vanish. She’d sleep like the dead and wake to restored power, extinguished candles, and a sore ache in her bottom.

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-M