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

Tiny Spanking Story #27

This is based on a slightly true story, and I can’t say it’s in my head often with my current boss (I don’t find her vibey at all) but it…exists?

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Shit. Shit shit shit.

The realization that she’d both forgotten to schedule the payment and forgotten to write it down, stopped her in her tracks. Fuck. Two minutes until their weekly check-in. Luckily Amy worked quickly and was in the banking system scheduling the payment within seconds.

She didn’t make mistakes often, which sort of made them more jarring when she did. This was her first “major” one since she moved to full-time hours and was given a substantial raise to go along with it.

Gathering her notebook and computer, she made her way to Heather’s office, knocking gently, and remembering the hairbrush she told her just a few weeks ago that she kept in her top drawer, for discussions.

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What do you think happens to Amy when she checks in with her boss and has to discuss her oversight? For my personal style – as you probably know if you’ve read any of my posts, it’s not about “sexy” workplace stuff or hard and heavy, but structure and discipline and guilt and growth…

-M

Tiny Spanking Story #25

Did you ever try a new spanking position that just didn’t work out?

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I climbed up the little step stool, skeptical this would work, and very carefully laid across his elevated lap. His feet were on the bottom rung of the stool, so there was a bit of a slope, to his lap.

He held me, chuckling, telling me not to move much, but it still felt insecure.

I laughed, and slid sideways, until I was standing back up.

“Well, it was worth a try. I’ll just put you over my knee on the sofa.”

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This was such a pivotal moment actually. Being able to try a position that I was convinced my fat body wouldn’t be able to do, with the safely of someone I trusted, was kind of special. There was no shame for it not working out, we talked about what might have made it work (a smaller stool for his feet to even out his lap, if I hadn’t needed it to get to his lap because I’m so short!), and moved to a position that did work.

-M