Tiny Spanking Story #28

Inspired by the stress and anxiety of travel – of which I experienced a healthy dose today!

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The Delta customer service agent hadn’t been helpful at all. I slammed my phone onto the counter after our call ended and the screen protector cracked from edge to edge. This was enough to send the tears cascading down my cheeks finally.

Quietly, he came into the kitchen behind me, gripped me firmly by the ear, and lead me to the bedroom, despite my very vocal protests. Without a word, he sat on the end of the bed and pulled me clear across his lap, lifting my dress on the way.

The hand spanking was hard and fast and exactly what it needed to be, and drained me of the rest of my tears. A release, and sleep. Rest. A reset. That’s what I needed.

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-M

Tiny Spanking Story #27

This is based on a slightly true story, and I can’t say it’s in my head often with my current boss (I don’t find her vibey at all) but it…exists?

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Shit. Shit shit shit.

The realization that she’d both forgotten to schedule the payment and forgotten to write it down, stopped her in her tracks. Fuck. Two minutes until their weekly check-in. Luckily Amy worked quickly and was in the banking system scheduling the payment within seconds.

She didn’t make mistakes often, which sort of made them more jarring when she did. This was her first “major” one since she moved to full-time hours and was given a substantial raise to go along with it.

Gathering her notebook and computer, she made her way to Heather’s office, knocking gently, and remembering the hairbrush she told her just a few weeks ago that she kept in her top drawer, for discussions.

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What do you think happens to Amy when she checks in with her boss and has to discuss her oversight? For my personal style – as you probably know if you’ve read any of my posts, it’s not about “sexy” workplace stuff or hard and heavy, but structure and discipline and guilt and growth…

-M

Tiny Spanking Story #26

I didn’t forget, but I admit, today has rather gotten away from me. Some family dropping by to help with some house tasks, a kid birthday party, some errands, and frankly, just needing some time to sit and do nothing, listening to my audiobook. I’ve been trying to think of what to write all day. This was the only thing in my head, as it so often is.

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“Ow! Please! Stop!”

Her feet drummed against the floor, the carpet muffling the impact just enough, as she tried to push up on the rung of the chair she had been clinging to.

His left arm held her firmly down around the waist, counteracting her attempt, as his right leg expertly locked behind her knees.

He didn’t miss a beat and the hairbrush continued to fall through it all – as her tears did shortly after. Her bottom was a blotchy array of reds and purples, bruises forming on the edges and her sit spots, the center taking on that firmness of a deeper bruise.

A moment more, and her kicking stopped, her crying slowed to exhausted sobbing, and he applied the final flurry to the tops of her thighs as she squealed with renewed energy.

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What’s in your head?

-M