Tiny Spanking Story 2026 #7

Similar to yesterday, but not a letter. How about a journal/diary entry. A note to self, if you will. A peak into the mind of a little girl waiting on her daddy to come home.

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6 Oct 2026

You know, today has been exhausting. There was so much to get done and I feel like I dropped so many balls. Laundry, the dishwasher, even cooking a proper dinner. This always happens when daddy is out of town. Even his proximity is settling. I don’t think he’d let me collapse into bed tonight, though, if he was here. I think it would be too obvious to him. This need. My need. Or maybe I just think it’s obvious because it feels all consuming to me? Actually, I probably just need to go to bed early and forget about it.

After all, there’s no one here to put me over their knee and spank me until I give in to the exhaustion and stop fighting.

—M

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maybe this one is only a little bit fiction

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