Spanking Top, Spanko author. Click the link, buy my books, read my stories. :) Enjoy my pictures— you can look but not touch. NSFW (she/her)
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I love that "yes, ma'am" is a part of my life, specifically in the context of my close friends, where it is not always expected but is part of the language we have together. 💓
and if you haven't read part one, check it out for threats that eventually pay off and a ghost mom who expected her ghost son home an hour ago, and what she does about it (over and over until the end of time) 👻
it's got big brothers and a little sister and friends who know exactly what happens in your house, and a sore sore girl who (briefly) regrets everything
Can't believe I never posted part two to my last Halloween story but GUESS what, it's here: theshadowsplay.wordpress.com…
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I'm so excited to be hosting the Littles event at @OasisPartiesLV coming up in just over a week! Little Critters Day Camp will feature a special adoption event where you can bring home your own Little Critter. I can't wait to see all of the campers meet their new friends. 🥰
Edith blushed at the directive. It was doubly embarrassing when she realized she couldn’t wiggle without risking the spill she’d just been warned about. He’d effectively trapped her. She took a breath and turned her mind toward endurance before taking a sip.
“Coffee!” she chirped.
“Coffee,” he affirmed, waiting for her to get comfortable, knowing before she did that it’d be an impossible task. She settled and Paul handed her the hot mug. “Don’t spill.”
There had been a moment in their play when the energy had shifted, when Paul had decided it was time for her to be still and quiet, when he didn’t make those things easy.
“Sit up,” he said, interrupting her remembering, and she winced as she did so, then smiled.
Then she rolled onto her back and gasped, jumping fully into the world of the living as her weight fell on bruises still fresh from the night before.
She rolled back over, feeling pouty but happy to be so, a contradiction she tried not to ruin with too much understanding.
Don’t Spill
Edith stretched, eyes fluttering as the morning sun fell across her face, coming out of a dream she couldn’t quite remember but must’ve been nice.
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Pop up for the Houston folks! I’ll be in Houston on Tuesday, March 24th evening and available for sessions. Reach out if you are interested! [email protected]
My kinky twitter is all a mess (won't show me anyone's posts that I follow most days) and I'm not around much right now anyway, but I DID write this story and I DO hope you like it! theshadowsplay.wordpress.com…
