Tiny Spanking Story #22

The oddest things just pop into your head sometimes…

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He was bent over the school desk, regretting his decision and very nervous. His Maths tutor, Miss Jameson, stood behind him, tapping her thigh with the slipper.

“I am deeply disappointed in you Timothy. You’ve not missed an assignment once in all your time here at St. Seb’s. I haven’t any idea why you’ve started now, especially so close to the Leavers Ball, but I intend to make sure it doesn’t happen again.”

Timothy knew why. He’d seen the slipper on the cupboard shelf every day for years and simply knew he must find out what it felt like before he couldn’t. Now, with his shorts pulled taut over his bottom, he wasn’t so sure.

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-M

Tiny Spanking Story #20

There is a Discord server I am on for my local spanking community and there’s usually a question of the day. Today’s was from one of the esteemed organizers and he asked, “I’m sitting in my office, watching rain clouds being blown across the city skyline. I think we’ll be spared from the storm today, but I’m wondering, what are your favorite fantasies around storms, rain, gales, that sort of thing? Are you a lighthouse keeper’s apprentice, who forgot to secure the oil drums, and now you’re scrambling to corral them in the darkness as a nor’easter blows down on you? It’ll be the keeper’s rough hand and leather strap for you, IF you both survive the night. Or maybe you’ve gone out in the rain in your Sunday clothes, even though your governess gave you strict instructions not to?”

That, along with talks about Halloween and other scary stories, inspired this little tidbit.

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