Tiny Spanking Story 2026 #9

Alright, back on track and on schedule. Here’s part 2 of poor Agatha’s plight.

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Agatha did her best not to cry out as the heavy tawse fell across her knickers. Miss Ravenson was not holding back this time and she made all six strokes count. In reality only the first one fell across her knickers and the rest striped the tops of her thighs. Bruises were already blooming when she stood up, tears running down her other cheeks.

“Three on each. If you pull away, we’ll repeat them.”

Agatha’s skirt was still bunched up at the back when she lifted her right palm first and held it out. Unfortunately, she did flinch, and although the tawse almost completely hit its mark, the stroke was repeated and she took four across her right hand.

She was given no time to nurse the soreness before presenting her left. This time she didn’t flinch, but to her embarrassment, she cried out and begged the head mistress to stop.

“Please miss! I’m sorry!”

“I know Agatha. It has been eight weeks of this, though, and you will return after half term with a renewed attention to detail in your uniform. Is that clear?”

She cried out “Yes ma’am!” as the final stroke fell. She squeezed her hands together and hopped about on her feet while Miss Ravenson returned the belt to its resting place and placed paper and a pen on a small desk near her own.

“Good. You’ll take a seat at this desk and copy this line,” she told her, as she wrote, “until I am finished with my work for the day. I expect them to be neat and legible.”

Agatha sniffled and gingerly sat at the desk, her face flushing at the line before her.

It is important for a young woman, such as myself, to be strictly uniformed.

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I had lots of ideas for that last line, but I wanted it to feel embarrassing for Agatha. My other top contender was “Defiant expression has no place in school uniform.”

What do you think?

—M

R/L: Defiance in Action

[note – all dialogue is paraphrased – except for that line about smacking my legs – stuff like that sticks in my head!]

This was written in October of 2024. For lots of complicated reasons, I haven’t been able to post it until now, but it’s about real-life play that really hit a deep and vulnerable part of me. It was really meaningful and special at the time so I wanted to write about it. Enough time has passed that I feel comfortable sharing it now. I’ve edited some of it for tense, and to protect the persons privacy, but mostly left it as it was at the time.

I’ve written about defiance before – how it manifests, why, how it’s different from the manipulation of bratting for me. It’s as honest an act and feeling as obedience, when it shows up – and my mood was ripe for it in Las Vegas in 2024. Saturday was especially difficult for me. It was a day I had expected to be able to fully engage with my friends and the party (even after COVID, since I’d tested negative twice), and I couldn’t. I was emotionally raw, tired, frustrated, and decidedly not in control of the situation in any way, shape, or form. I was also cranky about it. I had FOMO.

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Fiction: Lending a Hand to Disobedience (Part 1)

A long held fantasy, as a dream…

Orgasm control or having to ask permission to touch myself, and being “punished” with spanking, is a deep and long held fantasy of mine. It’s also the first non-spanko thing my husband and I connected on. We’ve had an “orange socks” rule about asking permission, just about since we met. That means, I have to ask him permission to touch myself or orgasm, but it’s not a “real” rule in that there are real-world implications for breaking it. But “breaking” it is between us, a way to set a tone and headspace for some discipline oriented play, for me to express submission and service. More intense orgasm control is definitely in my head, as well, and often comes back to my desire to please, serve, submit.

I rarely dream about these things – usually only spanking, but like I said in my last post, I have been reconciling different aspects of my kink and how they mesh (or don’t) together. The male tops/spankers in my dreams are usually, historically, unidentifiable. Not that they are anonymous or masked, but I don’t see their face in the dream, my “view” or perspective is from the side or behind, watching, so I can see myself but never the top. They’re more of an idea or concept, embodying the feeling of the scenario and blending the voices of those I have played with or talked about playing with.

I haven’t been having many spanking dreams lately, and even before, most of them were the same classic hard OTK spanking they always are, with some slight variations. I started 2025 off with a bang though, with this one. Apparently my NYE champagne was inspiring and I woke up on the first of the year having to contend with this.

This dream melds together some vague real-life scenarios (like being sent to bed & the idea of being caught touching myself which has happened…uh, a few times in RL with Daniel!) and fantasized about ones, such as a bedtime spanking that instead of being cozy, is hard because I was cheeky and earned it, thigh smacking on its own, uniform being a part of discipline, etc. It’s not about a specific person or real-life event, but it’s one of those that could happen, that I’d even like to happen, someday, even. The writing is more colloquial but I wanted it to feel more like how I did when I wrote it, like I was sharing it with a friend. But this is me, again, reconciling these different aspects of my kink with each other – how can they fit together? Will the fitting together work for me? What parts?

I hope you enjoy this sharing of my dream, as much as I enjoyed the dream itself. I woke up a bit confused, but content. Dreams have a surrealist feel to them, so I’ve embellished in parts, of course.

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