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Spanking Theatre

Spanking stories for the theatre between your ears

Month

January 2013

Exceedingly short story #10: Sixteen Words

Anticipation. Giggles.

Exposure.

Smacks.

Heat. Pain. Shame.

Tingle. Sting. Ache.

Authority. Discipline. Surrender.

Cuddle. Cherished.

Happy.

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This is the last of the current set of Exceedingly Short Stories. But maybe I’ll scribble another set soon. I do like the idea of impromptu storytelling, after all, writing shouldn’t require days of devotion. Imagine if everyone just took a moment to be creative, to improvise a tiny story, even if it was just a few sentences. You might even be inspired to create something yourself…

Exceedingly short story #9: Head Girl

Miss pulled Amy over her lap. As Head Girl I witnessed her bare bum dance.

“Wicked girl!” scolded Miss.

Yes, I thought, my knickers soaked.

What’s this?

Exceedingly short story #8: Obedience

I used to squeal & protest.

Now I fetch the slipper without complaint.

I pull down my panties, bend over demurely, and ask.

I’m a good girl.

What’s this?

Exceedingly short story #7: Prevarication

She twiddles the disciplinarian’s card. Over and over.

Prevaricating, hesitating.

Its corners’ cool sharp points prickling her fingertips.

What’s this?

Exceedingly short story #6: Overnight

Spanked and sore, I’m naked, facing a corner in my headmistress’s home. She’s taken away my clothes, and told me I’ll be staying overnight.

What’s this?

Exceedingly short story #5: Boardroom

Today’s last meeting.
Sales are up. But CEO fidgets & squirms; tawse in his case.
Naughty boy will be whacked and sent to bed early tonight.
 

What’s this?

Exceedingly short story #4: Captive Audience

Up a drainpipe, through a window, now I hide in a closet, spying on cousin Annie’s spanking.

Such cruel agony! Trapped and desperate to pee.

What’s this?

Exceedingly short story #3: Sunbeams

Chalkdust dances in the sunbeams. Wish I was frolicking outside, not sitting on my sore spanked bum, writing lines at my ink-stained desk.

What’s this?

Exceedingly short story #2: Fault

It’s all my fault. I got us caught. It’s just… I’m not like the other girls. It’ll be the ruler on our bare bums; I can’t wait to bend over.

What’s this?

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