Tiny Spanking Story 2026 #2

The first few days will undoubtedly be harder and it’ll get easier, but so far, the creative juices aren’t exactly flowing. Hopefully this little write up brings a smile to your face. It may or may not be based on true events…

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She stood, very very still, arms folded behind her back, in the corner, as instructed. Her laptop camera was pointed at her and her headphones blocked out anything but the sound of him going through the one hundred lines she’d just written. She sat at her desk writing them while he watched from 3000 miles away, sent him clear photos of them, and then he printed them out while she stood in the corner, so he could review them.

Other than the rifling of paper, she didn’t expect to hear anything, until his quiet, genuinely disbelieving, “Seriously?” filled her ears. Her stomach dropped but she couldn’t imagine what could have been wrong with them that it would elicit that kind of response. Even messiness wouldn’t garner that. A moment later, he called her out of the corner and she sat back down, facing him – deeply curious but unsure what she’d done.

“Marie, how do you spell diligent?”

Her face immediately reddened and went flaming hot with embarrassment. Spelling was not something she typically struggled with. She put her head on the desk and covered her face.

“Um. Apparently not like that,” it came out as a gentle whine, as she nodded towards the sheets of paper on her desk.

“Spell it for me.”

“I don’t want to.”

“Go ahead.”

He wasn’t mocking her at all but he was certainly enjoying her embarrassment – that’s sadism for you!

She lifted her head and very flustered, tried to guess at what letter she’d gotten wrong. As she started spelling it out loud, he stopped her, “No. It’s D-I-L-I-G-E-N-T. And how did you spell it?”

She looked at the lines again.

Strict uniform makes me a dilligent and productive girl.

“D-I-L-L-I-G-E-N-T”

One hundred times. At least she was consistent?

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Honestly, this still haunts my thoughts. And yes, I re-wrote all 100 lines with diligent spelled correctly, even though I wasn’t told to. The consequence for misspelling it was the embarrassment in and of itself, and writing just that word, I think 10 or 20 times?

-M

Tiny Spanking Story 2026 #1

It’s October 1st! I am going to attempt to bring my challenge back to life from last year and write a short story, poem, vignette, etc every day. We’ll start with a slightly formalized vignette version that I originally wrote about on Fetlife with a photo of this Harrods shop clothes brush I found on eBay…

I imagine this brush being applied to unruly boys who don’t want to try on suits for a summer wedding.

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Mummy was exhausted, hot, and tired of arguing, so she simply grabbed the suit brush, caught Henry with his trousers off, put her foot on the bench in the changing room, neatly tumbled his lanky form across her knee, and smacked his bottom with it until he was sniffling and much more compliant.

Being a teenager, this was very embarrassing for Henry, who tried to keep his cries to a minimum. It was no use, the fitting room attendant and everyone within the men’s department heard his bottom smacking and the tongue lashing Mummy delivered along with it.

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Visit the Fetlife link above to see the original thought and the brush in question! My comments section and inbox are open to prompts and story ideas.

-M

Checking In

I have my April book round up post in the works – I didn’t forget. It’s just that May has been very busy. Ever heard of the month of May being called “Maycember” for folks with kids? It’s because it’s so near the end of school that it often feels like the business of December/the holiday season. We’ve had a piano recitals, birthday parties, field trips, and lots of other goings on. I am also not being spanked so it’s pretty boring.

Kink feels so far away lately. When it’s lacking, I feel disconnected from myself and my identity, on top of my friendships. I’ve been struggling. I have, annoyingly, been having nightmares about Firefly, which is fun. Then heartbreaking dreams about Elephant. My sleep is absolutely shot between those and the other insecurities and frustrations invading my headspace. This has been a complicated year, so far. I’ve spent a lot of it sad and hurt and now spend a lot of it frustrated and angry with myself, back to square one with being unable to trust myself, my wants, my needs, anything. I haven’t attended parties, I’m barely participating in online spaces. I don’t see a point. Making myself vulnerable in this context is too risky.

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