Tiny Spanking Story 2026 #28

I’m tired and about to go to sleep, I fell asleep on my phone before I could post this – so here’s a quickie for 28…a fantasy that popped into my head with the vibey, deep dialogue that I didn’t think up, I stole it from something someone once said to me. Actually, it’s not stealing if I credit them, even anonymously, right? They can tell me if they’d like to be credited.

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She was very confused when instead of drawing her over his lap, he stood her in front of him facing the side. Was he confused? A first spanking can sometimes be a little awkward but…once the thigh smacks started, it was more clear.

Burning red hand prints stung the fronts of her thighs from the bottom edge of her panties to a few inches above her knees. She barely had time to catch her breath when he turned her around, pulled her over his lap – her thighs stinging on contact, causing her to squeal – and did the same to the backs.

He didn’t touch her bottom and she quickly began whining and begging him to please, spank her properly.

Then he started talking and her head began to spin.

“I don’t waste my time with naughty girls. They aren’t worth the trouble.”

He paused, her kicking stopped, he slid her panties to her knees.

“Good girls, on the other hand, should be kept to a very high standard. They are worth every bit of trouble keeping them feeling looked after and disciplined.”

She sighed heavily, catching her breath. Barely. The cool of the hairbrush on her very unspanked bottom, contrasted terrifyingly with the ache in her thighs.

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—M

Tiny Spanking Story 2026 #27

What a day! Unfortunately, I did start this on the train home last night and then got distracted, so it’s a day late. I had a busy day with weight lifting, walloping, you know. Normal things.

This one is taken from the delightful smacking I got yesterday.

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The thing is, when a large hairbrush is falling on your bottom, it hurts. Stingy and burny and if it happens to accidentally (surely, because who would be so mean?!) land on your sit spots, you’re likely to say something along the lines of, “Ow, ow! Fuck!”

Which will lead to a very pregnant pause. You’ll probably freeze as he stops.

“What was that word?”

Squirming. Lots of squirming.

“Uhhh, not a nice one?”

I hoped he could hear me talking into the couch cushion.

And it’s also possible, that after you say that, while tracing the marks already on your thighs, he’ll say, “Say it again and I’ll smack your thighs until you squeal.”

And if you’re me, well, you’d be very tempted indeed.

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—M

Tiny Spanking Story 2026 #25

This may or may not be based on real events that happened when I was very cranky. Probably not. Definitely not.

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This ferry cabin was larger than the original one and he sat on one of the lower bunks and gestured very clearly – but silently – for me to come here, over his knee.

I balked. The child was in the bathroom but still. The look came so I propelled myself off the other bed and over his lap.

Patting. Rubbing. A silent, firm, gentle smack.

The whispered threat.

You’re very cranky and you need a good spanking over my knee. With the hairbrush.

Some arguing. Another smack. A squeeze.

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To be fair, I was really cranky and I probably do need to be spanked.

—M