A Perfect Bedtime Spanking

This is a deep peak inside my head so it feels a bit vulnerable, what I often think about while falling asleep or when thinking about a cozy bedtime spanking. It feels very personal, this look inside an ideal fantasy. I enjoy the thought of being the last thing someone needs to take care of or deal with, before they themselves go to bed. The last item on a do-do list – do the dishes, check; tidy the living room, check; put Marie to bed, check. It’s not usually practical with the realities of day-to-day life and parenthood, but it’s in there.

This is one version of what a perfect bedtime spanking could look like for me. Other versions would feel just as complete but this is one that occupies a happy little nook that I feel comfortable sharing and think of often. Accidentally posted a PW protected version of this a few days ago before it was ready for the world.

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R/L: When Fantasy Meets Reality – making it work!

[I started this several months ago and am finishing it off now and posting it. I also want to say, I talk a lot about the do-ability of a spanking over a lap on a chair in this post, and I got to do a fair amount of this recently, and have to say…it actually worked quite well. Physically demanding, yes, but it worked better than I expected!]

For many of us, (us being spankos) we have a core fantasy that has been present in our minds since childhood. Sometimes it’s a recurring scenario or a specific tone, headspace, or implement. I’ve already written about my primary core fantasy, as a fiction, and a bit in general. Early on it was a very parental, disciplinary style spanking with a hand and hairbrush, though I’ve always struggled to identify the reason for the spanking. Likely because I never really did anything in my childhood that would have realistically earned something like that – I am not being coy, I was terrified of being in trouble! The best I can come up with is perhaps losing my temper or procrastination (funny enough, still relevant). Once I was older, I wrapped my head around the concept of it just being good for me, but that took a while. There are a few others – bending over a bed/couch arm/chair in jeans for the belt, a hard hand spanking at bedtime in pajamas, and more.

What I have been thinking a lot about for a while, is when those fantasies, especially those closely held and for a long time, have a chance to become reality. Can any fantasy truly become reality? Are they translatable? I think a feeling, or tone, definitely can be. The logistics can sometimes be tricky. Wanting to feel small, not in control, seen, a little embarrassed – with the right person, the right level of trust, and the opportunity, these feel very possible. Unsupported OTK on a chair for a spanking that I physically fight a bit in which I end up limp and crying? Far less likely. Can I go over a lap on a chair? Yes, and reasonably comfortably, too! Unsupported OTK of the variety that is often fantasized about with feet dangling and hands on the floor (or also dangling!) can be really hard on the upper body. I’m not 18 anymore and I am not a small person! Even for someone younger or smaller, it can be a lot on the upper body/back. With some people, it wouldn’t physically be possible with my body type, but it is doable.

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Fiction: The Study

This was inspired by a writing prompt from a spanking story discord server to write a spanking story in exactly 100 words. It’s a scenario that’s been in my head as fantasy for a long time but I struggle to write fantasies like that sometimes because I get bogged down in the details. I enjoy the details in my head but they can make a story seem tedious. Drilling down to the absolute core of it like this though? Delectable.

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Nervously, she knocked on the study door and then waited, back against the wall next to it, eyes closed. Elsie squirmed in the formal uniform, unused to wearing a blazer and boater.

A moment later, her eyes opened with a shock as a hand firmly gripped her ear and lead her into the office.

“Over the stool, miss, on your toes.”

She obeyed, gripping a rung on the other side as he slowly and carefully began to fold her skirt up into the small of her back.

“Twelve, today.”

“Yes, sir.”

She whimpered as he swished the cane behind her.

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Hope you enjoy this little vignette and the imagery it inspires!

-M