(jk it is)
I suppose this is more of a rambling?
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Get spanked. Crash.
Get spanked. Crash.
There can be no drop without a high but in the absence of either, what’s the point?
In reality, the more connecting the moment is, the worse it’ll feel to be away from that moment.
Get spanked. Be seen.
Full stop. No crash. The value doesn’t go away because time moves you further away from the being seen. Revel in it and be gentle.
The crash can be a slide instead. Gradual. Sloping. A soft landing.
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—M
I migrated my site over to new hosting – it should all work like normal but I suppose we’ll find out? Poem.
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what of, the anticipation
of a leather strap
on your bottom and
a hand on your lower back,
anticipating in turn,
your struggle?
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—M
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