Category: Musings

What’s Coming

I have had the idea to challenge myself, for a while now. I couldn’t think of something that felt really accessible, though. I’ve been keeping short stories (like the “tinyspankingstories” posts I have done in the past) in a note on my phone for several months. I wasn’t sure if I should just post them on social media or in a single blog post, or what. Instead, I am going to publish one every single day of October. You may have noticed the “Tiny Spanking Story” menu added in the header – once published, they’ll be easily accessible via that menu option. The first ten are ready to go and I am jotting down the little ideas that pop into my head. I’m excited to share this shorter form with you all and see how evocative just a few sentences can be! Short stories have always been a favorite genre of mine and I am curious to see how I do with this micro format.

-M

QOTW #1

I want to start a weekly discussion series with polls. Well, it may not always be a poll, because I imagine most of it will be open ended and discussion based and unable to be reduced to a poll. But for this first one, we’ll go ultra basic!

I think it’s probably obvious for me: an ebony hairbrush. Though belts are quite present, as well!

-M

What Letting Go Feels Like

A few days ago [reader, it was not a few days ago – this blog was started in March 2025 and I have only just not dusted it off and decided to get it posted], a friend asked me – regarding this spanking – “Did you hit that physically exhausted stage where you stopped fighting?” and it really made me think. This friend and I have talked a lot about this type of spanking (it’s a want/need/fantasy we share), and being pushed beyond the point of panic/knowing the spanker won’t stop until it’s enough. But what is enough? What does enough feel like? How do you know when it’s enough? I said I don’t experience that moment as physical exhaustion personally, but I do (and did) reach a point where I submit, let go, and stop fighting both physically and mentally. If anything, I’d describe it as an emotional exhaustion but I feel like description conjures up feeling tired, which isn’t accurate for me. Physical submission is much easier and usually comes earlier. That is the point at which many stop, but for me to truly let go, for there to be a chance of tears, this is the point at which I need the spanking to continue.

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