How about a poem for today?
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What if
you just
smacked me,
right here
in the garden
where the mourning doves could see?
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Imagine your bottom smacking being witnessed by the birds?
-M
Tag: spanking fiction
Tiny Spanking Story 2026 #3
A little peak. Inspired by witnessed events!
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The harbor master blew his whistle and shouted. He had been on the other side of the harbor near the life boat station when he saw the group of trouble making lads throwing rocks at birds from the quay. As he rounded the final corner of the marina and neared the boys, his hand settled on his belt.
He wouldn’t bother with lectures this time.
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-M
Tiny Spanking Story #28
Inspired by the stress and anxiety of travel – of which I experienced a healthy dose today!
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The Delta customer service agent hadn’t been helpful at all. I slammed my phone onto the counter after our call ended and the screen protector cracked from edge to edge. This was enough to send the tears cascading down my cheeks finally.
Quietly, he came into the kitchen behind me, gripped me firmly by the ear, and lead me to the bedroom, despite my very vocal protests. Without a word, he sat on the end of the bed and pulled me clear across his lap, lifting my dress on the way.
The hand spanking was hard and fast and exactly what it needed to be, and drained me of the rest of my tears. A release, and sleep. Rest. A reset. That’s what I needed.
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-M