That’s Show Biz, Kids!

I asked last week what folks would like to see me writing about and one of my BlueSky followers posed the following question about my time as a spanking model: How did you start doing it, and what are your thoughts about it now, looking back at leaping into it?

This is something I talk about fairly openly to my friends or people that know me, but I am not sure I have ever written about it or mentioned it here – or on most of my blogs since I stopped doing videos – which I only did for a short period during the summer of 2007, and once or twice after that in 2008. I knew I wanted to make spanking videos from the moment I stumbled upon my first, during a clandestine and furtive internet search in the summer of 2001, while I was awake far too late using my grandparents dial up internet. I won’t do the math for you, but I was entirely too young to have both unfettered access to the internet and to be watching porn – but alas, here we are wink. If you’re particularly curious, it was a Dallas video. I was astonished. I came back to his videos as the years went on and eventually saw his videos with Sierra Salem. That’s when I knew I wanted to blog and make videos, also!

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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