Tiny Spanking Story #19

My house is finally free of guests (though I really do love to host!) and my brain is calming down and looking forward to the week ahead. My last full week before my Amsterdam trip! I could not be more psyched for some solo travel.

Here’s today’s story, late again! Sorry!

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Marian walked into the heads office, removed her blazer, and placed it over the back of one of the visitors chairs. She approached the desk, knowing fighting was a serious infraction and she could expect the cane.

Miss Francis closed the door behind them. Instead of fetching the cane, she turned a chair around the middle of the room and sat.

“The kind of childish fighting you engaged in, calls for a childish punishment. You should be ashamed of yourself for getting into a row with a first former, and you 19 and in the 6th! You’ll go right over my knee, young lady.”

Marian’s face burned with embarrassment as she lowered herself across the older woman’s lap.

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-M

Tiny Spanking Story #17

Another little vignette! Sorry it’s late again, I’ve had (good and fun!) company all week and was a VERY good girl and went and got my flu shot today! Also, this one has a title!!

Self care

(Inspired by my friends Kinktober post over on Fetlife)

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First, there’s the bath. Luxuriously long. A citrus bath bomb. A deep conditioning mask for her hair. Her favorite body scrub.

Then, the lotioning. She rubs moisturizer into every inch of her skin, her hair twisted up on top of her head.

Clean panties to follow – white, soft, cotton, full-cut. A Soft pajama set – green.

Carefully, she lays out her favorite strap and her special hairbrush, and puts herself into the corner to wait.

A perfect evening of self care.

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-M

Tiny Spanking Story #16

Sorry this one is a little later in the day! I am behind on scheduling these and yesterday was a busy day so I didn’t write. However…here’s a little snippet about how my evening went, ha!

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The pile of ebony hairbrushes on the bed didn’t seem so delightful to look at when she was facing feeling them each individually. Sure, though, she’d gotten great deals on them and they were vintage! collectors items! beautiful!

And painful. That, too. The first was her original. The brush she’d felt often over the 15 years she’d had it – stinging and dense and familiar. But the rest that followed were new additions. Heavier. Bigger. Searing her sit spots. Falling relentlessly with little break.

Maybe she’d stop buying new ones? Yeah. She’d stop.

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Tucked into bed an hour later, his hand on her sore bottom as she fell asleep, she scrolled through Ebay listings for her saved search term, ‘vintage ebony hairbrush’ and fell asleep on her phone.

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-M