Tiny Spanking Story #26

I didn’t forget, but I admit, today has rather gotten away from me. Some family dropping by to help with some house tasks, a kid birthday party, some errands, and frankly, just needing some time to sit and do nothing, listening to my audiobook. I’ve been trying to think of what to write all day. This was the only thing in my head, as it so often is.

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“Ow! Please! Stop!”

Her feet drummed against the floor, the carpet muffling the impact just enough, as she tried to push up on the rung of the chair she had been clinging to.

His left arm held her firmly down around the waist, counteracting her attempt, as his right leg expertly locked behind her knees.

He didn’t miss a beat and the hairbrush continued to fall through it all – as her tears did shortly after. Her bottom was a blotchy array of reds and purples, bruises forming on the edges and her sit spots, the center taking on that firmness of a deeper bruise.

A moment more, and her kicking stopped, her crying slowed to exhausted sobbing, and he applied the final flurry to the tops of her thighs as she squealed with renewed energy.

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What’s in your head?

-M

Tiny Spanking Story #24

Oh this one is a tiny bit naughty…well, naughtier?

This is another one I might expand on, actually!

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The two abruptly pull apart, Elena tucking her head under the blanket and James pulling his side up to his chin. James’ housemaster looks absolutely baffled, standing in the door to his room, as though catching him with a girl in the middle of the night is the most surprising thing that could have happened.

“Make yourselves presentable and meet me in my office.” The edge to his voice was sharp.

By the time they had gotten their clothes back on and tidied their hair, Whittaker had called Elena’s housemistress, and they were confronted by a rather stern site when coming into the office at the end of the hall.

Whittaker held a junior cane and Ms. Bea’s hands were clasped in front of her.

“It appears very obvious how the two of you were spending your time. You both know very well that girls are not allowed in boys dorms – and vice versa. In this situation, you may have your behavior reported to the headmaster and be dealt with by him tomorrow, or we can deal with the situation now, and move on.”

Given the egregious nature of their behavior, they both opted to be dealt with on the spot. Seeing the headmaster could mean receiving their strokes plus some sort of suspension or expulsion and most certainly letters home to their parents.

Ms. Bea removed her tawse from her skirt pocket and motioned for Elena to stand in front of her. Girls were rarely caned, even for serious infractions, but she had certainly feared it when she saw Whittaker. Seeing the belt that was typically reserved for hands and thighs was almost a relief.

“You’ll each be receiving the same punishment, and what the other would typically expect. Six strokes of the cane over your knickers and underpants as well as three strokes of the tawse to each hand. Perhaps with those reminders, you’ll refrain from appalling behavior.”

Elena began to cry as Whittaker directed James over his desk and instructed him to take his trousers down.

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Tiny Spanking Story #23

Getting into the final stretch here! This is actually a snippet from Part 2 of my story Lending a Hand to Disobedience, that I am very very slowly still working on.

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She flexed her fingers, yawning, and rested her head on top of the sheet of paper where she was writing lines.

“If you need a break you can ask to stand in the corner, otherwise, head up, young lady.”

She looked at him, pouted a bit, and took a deep breath.

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-M