Tiny Spanking Story #25

Did you ever try a new spanking position that just didn’t work out?

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I climbed up the little step stool, skeptical this would work, and very carefully laid across his elevated lap. His feet were on the bottom rung of the stool, so there was a bit of a slope, to his lap.

He held me, chuckling, telling me not to move much, but it still felt insecure.

I laughed, and slid sideways, until I was standing back up.

“Well, it was worth a try. I’ll just put you over my knee on the sofa.”

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This was such a pivotal moment actually. Being able to try a position that I was convinced my fat body wouldn’t be able to do, with the safely of someone I trusted, was kind of special. There was no shame for it not working out, we talked about what might have made it work (a smaller stool for his feet to even out his lap, if I hadn’t needed it to get to his lap because I’m so short!), and moved to a position that did work.

-M

Tiny Spanking Story #24

Oh this one is a tiny bit naughty…well, naughtier?

This is another one I might expand on, actually!

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The two abruptly pull apart, Elena tucking her head under the blanket and James pulling his side up to his chin. James’ housemaster looks absolutely baffled, standing in the door to his room, as though catching him with a girl in the middle of the night is the most surprising thing that could have happened.

“Make yourselves presentable and meet me in my office.” The edge to his voice was sharp.

By the time they had gotten their clothes back on and tidied their hair, Whittaker had called Elena’s housemistress, and they were confronted by a rather stern site when coming into the office at the end of the hall.

Whittaker held a junior cane and Ms. Bea’s hands were clasped in front of her.

“It appears very obvious how the two of you were spending your time. You both know very well that girls are not allowed in boys dorms – and vice versa. In this situation, you may have your behavior reported to the headmaster and be dealt with by him tomorrow, or we can deal with the situation now, and move on.”

Given the egregious nature of their behavior, they both opted to be dealt with on the spot. Seeing the headmaster could mean receiving their strokes plus some sort of suspension or expulsion and most certainly letters home to their parents.

Ms. Bea removed her tawse from her skirt pocket and motioned for Elena to stand in front of her. Girls were rarely caned, even for serious infractions, but she had certainly feared it when she saw Whittaker. Seeing the belt that was typically reserved for hands and thighs was almost a relief.

“You’ll each be receiving the same punishment, and what the other would typically expect. Six strokes of the cane over your knickers and underpants as well as three strokes of the tawse to each hand. Perhaps with those reminders, you’ll refrain from appalling behavior.”

Elena began to cry as Whittaker directed James over his desk and instructed him to take his trousers down.

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Tiny Spanking Story #23

Getting into the final stretch here! This is actually a snippet from Part 2 of my story Lending a Hand to Disobedience, that I am very very slowly still working on.

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She flexed her fingers, yawning, and rested her head on top of the sheet of paper where she was writing lines.

“If you need a break you can ask to stand in the corner, otherwise, head up, young lady.”

She looked at him, pouted a bit, and took a deep breath.

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-M