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
Tag: vulnerability
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
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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