20 April 2021
24 January 2021
“21 to 13, Esperanza. Pathetic.”
“Fuck off!” I said jokingly. “But you’re right. I guess that’s eight swats, yeah?” We shouted to hear each other over the storm. The streets were deserted... it almost didn’t feel like city life.
Before Izaak could respond, I turned around and bent over to (sorta) touch my toes, providing him with a full view of my soaked ass, shorts pasted to my skin.
30 December 2020
When I was in 5th and 6th grade, I wrote a (really awful) story about a boy who was sent to live with his strict uncle after getting into too much trouble at home. Originally I'd written a paddling scene, but at some point I got embarrassed and threw it away 💔
Well... at least there were still some good lines in it :) And also, some things really never change 😂
20 December 2020
“You seem much better tonight than I’ve seen you in a while.”
“Yeah... I feel almost... happy. Whatever that means.” I was squirmy as I sat on the sofa, calm considering how much I wouldn’t like the ‘talk’ we were about to have.
“You know what comes next.”
Biting my lower lip, I maintained eye contact as I nodded, ignoring the flashback of the awful punishments I’d received from Toby in the past. “Time to clean the slate,” I mumbled.
27 November 2020
Violet was first. She pushed her skirt and panties down with the fishnets, kicking them to the side, then stood up straight and fearless. Her body was a perfect hourglass, curvy hips marked with fading cane lines, starting at the top of her round bottom, ending mid thigh. The smug look on her face didn’t change.
“Hands on the chair,” Gabe ordered.
26 November 2020
Before I had the chance to obey, he snatched my upper arm and dragged me to my feet. “Take those down,” he ordered, tugging at my slacks.
06 November 2020
“Obviously I wasn’t thinking about it like that when I did it...”
Toby’s eyes narrowed at me as he stood. Now he was legit annoyed. “That’s why we’re having this conversation, so you won’t forget about it next time. I don’t care how much negative energy you’re getting from Violeta, create your own positive vibes or whatever.”
My eyes rolled playfully. “I can see why you don’t specialize in working with teens...”
“Oh? I’ll show you what I do specialize in. Stand up.”
Happy 4/20! As any reader of my fiction stories knows, getting spanked for the use of mind-altering substances is probably my favorite sce...