Tiny Spanking Story #31

So, friends, we’ve come to an end! I do promise this will not be the end of my fiction writing/sharing. I’ve really enjoyed putting these – often last minute – snippets out into the world, and plan to continue a few a month. For now, the last hurrah!

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I was never much of a prankster but when I saw the multi-eyed insect face mask, I knew I had to do it. Gina was so phobic of bugs, it would make for the best Halloween “trick”! The best part? It was glow in the dark.

With the sun setting earlier and earlier, it was easy to anticipate she’d be home in the dark. I set that mask under my desk lamp all day for maximum glow. When she texted she was walking home from the subway, I changed into black leggings and a black sweater and turned off all the lights. As soon as I saw her little dot approaching the apartment, I put the mask on and stood in the entry way.

I had to stifle a giggle several times, especially when I heard her key in the lock. I managed to hold completely still as she pushed open the door and was met with a floating 10 eyed insect. She startled and dropped her bag, screaming and scrambling for the light.

By the time she got the light on, she was nearly crying and I couldn’t contain my laughter. The look on her face immediately told me I was in trouble but I had a hard time caring until she wrestled the mask off my face and gripped me by the ear.

“Ow ow! It was a joke!” I was still laughing as I grimaced and she pulled me into the living room, grabbing a spoon out of the kitchen on the way.

“It wasn’t funny! I just came into a dark apartment to you scaring me! After a long day at work!”

“I’m sorry, ok, but it was a LITTLE funny!”

She pulled me over her lap and started walloping me with the wooden spoon, my leggings entirely too thin to provide any protection from the sting.

“You do not scare me in the dark!” she peppered each word with a smack, but I started to hear the smirk in her own voice and soon we were both laughing as she spanked me.

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Fin!

After today, I will be getting my September book round-up posted, and coming in early November, a real-life play reflection with Elephant from our first time. I’ve waited a long time to share it and I’m excited to put this look into my mindset around discipline, out into the world however the excitement is tempered by the sadness and anxiety of loss, which I cannot avoid. I also have a post about a second scene we did, and on truly being seen, a long (very long) post on What Exactly Happened, my October book round up also, and some other reflections on what the hell my kink is doing these days.

I hope you enjoyed this challenge as much as I did! I’d love for you to comment on your favorite story and tell me which one(s) spoke to you most!

-M

Tiny Spanking Story #29

I didn’t forget! I’ve just spent the day exploring Amsterdam! It’s drizzling, and this popped into my head.

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The rain isn’t heavy but it’s sharp against the window because it’s cold and windy. Luckily, there’s a window nearby and the sound begins to lull her into a quiet, focused, state, which is perfect for corner time.

She’s been given a ten minute reprieve to digest her dinner, the dinner she had forgotten to eat, after a day of forgetting to eat. She won’t forget to eat tomorrow, because apparently, her bottom is going to be too sore for her to forget.

When she’s called out, she whimpers at the sight of the small, round, heavy wood paddle on the stool in the middle of the room. She’s not even going to get the comfort of his lap this time. Bending over the stool requires tippy toes to reach the other side and by the time she’s settled, her bottom and thighs are taut and the butterflies in her stomach are in a tornado.

A cold, hard, paddling. He’s not gentle either. He gives her barely any time in between each of the 36 swats and by 10, she’s crying out and begging. By 15, tears are freely falling, and by the end, her bottom is bruised and achey and she desperately needs a tissue.

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Just a little thing. And hey! Not a hairbrush!

-M