This one isn’t a story, but rather, a poem. Though there’s a story in it.
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the many ways to enjoy a bottom
never cease to astound me
could you imagine?
simply never falling in love with
such a soft place to land
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-M
(jk it is)
My October daily tiny spanking story challenges
This one isn’t a story, but rather, a poem. Though there’s a story in it.
o0o
the many ways to enjoy a bottom
never cease to astound me
could you imagine?
simply never falling in love with
such a soft place to land
o0o
-M
Ok, this is another true one. Someone else ought to get to enjoy the memory of these moments with Elephant aside from me, don’t you think?
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There was a gentle knock on the door and I let him in. He took in my sulky form, gave me a hug that smushed my masked face into his chest, his own mask rubbing the top of my head.
Then he took my glasses off and set them on the table, taking me by the hand.
“You’re about to find out that I think spanking is appropriate even for sick little girls sometimes.”
I gasped. Then he lead me to the bed and put me over his knee.
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-M
Nearly every other one of these has been between 30-50 words, so at 135 or so, this one is a bit longer, but still quite short. This one is true. It really happened with Elephant and is probably one of the vibiest short scenes I’ve ever done.
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“Set a timer for 10 minutes. When it goes off, put yourself over the back of the sofa and wait for me.”
She blushed and her stomach dropped as she read the text. He was somewhere else in the house and she was on the sofa, reading, in her jeans and tshirt. She quickly responded, “Yes, Sir.”
Over the course of those ten minutes, her heart rate quickened and her stomach did somersaults. Her mouth went dry when the timer went off, and she put her phone on the coffee table, now on silent. Moving to the back of the sofa, she needed to hoist herself a bit to get over it properly.
As she was putting her head down, she saw him walking from the kitchen, to the closet where he kept the tawse.
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-M