Tiny Spanking Story 2026 #8

Yeah, I’m gonna back date this because I am a completionist. The power (including the internet) went out yesterday right when I was settling in to my alone time for the evening and then it became a To Do for complex reasons and I didn’t get this done. So here’s number 8…

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Uniforms itch. And they’re tight. And annoying. And stupid.

At least that’s what Agatha was thinking as she stood outside the headmistresses office with her demerit slip. She still thought all those things but she was feeling far less confident about it now.

The door opened wide and Miss Ravenson motioned her inside and indicated the space in front of her desk. A younger girl slipped past them, rearranging her blazer and tie as she went and yet another girl was standing in the corner, quietly sniffling.

This was the routine. The embarrassment was the point.

“How many uniform demerits this week, young lady?”

It’s possible Agatha had been seen by the head every Friday morning for several weeks. She fidgeted, uncomfortable, because today her uniform was immaculate and her tie felt too tight and her knickers were pinching her thighs and her stiff school shoes were just stiff school shoes.

This was the most uniform demerits she’d ever gotten and she was fairly sure her form tutor handed them out more gleefully this week.

“Twelve, Miss.”

“Agatha! Twelve is atrocious. I think you need a more severe lesson. Today you’ll take six over your knickers and six on your hands.”

Agatha’s stomach dropped. She’d never gotten the belt on her hands before.

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“Tomorrow” will be Part 2

I have not been a very good girl.

I have been wanting to write about this for a while and this blog post may never see the light of day, but I am going to write it. Because I started it a long time ago, like others, I am not going to change the tense. But it’s not *current* since we are apparently no longer speaking. Amongst the turmoil of my time in Vegas over Labor Day 2024, were some bright spots. I got spanked by Elephant every day. I brought a suitcase full of uniform things and had hoped I might get to wear uniform for him twice, but given everything, it didn’t work out until Sunday, and just the once. I was able to change my flight from a Sunday night red-eye to a Monday night red-eye, otherwise I’m not even sure that would have happened.

Shortly after waking up, I received the following text from him: “Marie. I would like to meet at 3pm for what really *should* be your regular Sunday formal thrashing in strict school uniform. I will pick out your uniform when I get there.”

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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