A FAIRY TALE

By Tigger

Once upon a time, deep in the North Woods, lived a Top all alone  She lived a happy life together with her doggies and kitty cats and a wonderful collection of paddles.  They built a snug little house and farmed the land and all was good. Until one day it was not.

On that day the girl woke up and realized that she was lonely. Her paddles were gathering dust and her spanking hand was getting weak from lack of use.   The cat tried to reassure her that she was not lonely. The dogs snuggled up and tried to tell her that she was not lonely. But, alas, it was not enough.  And, so, like all lonely women, she turned to the internet.

And on the Internet she found friends.  And she talked with them and she laughed with them and the loneliness dissipated.  A little. But the paddles were still dusty and the hand muscles were still atrophying.   And she turned to the doggies and the kitty cats and told them she was still lonely. The doggies licked her hand.  The kitty knocked over some things. But, it was not enough. And, so, she reached out a little further and started writing stories about what it would be like if she was not so lonely and spank deprived on her little farm in the North Woods.

Meanwhile, in a cottage by the ocean, lived a brat all alone.  She had no dogs and no cats. She had books. She had a snug little house and she had many books and life was good even when she was not.  Until one day she looked up and said to no one in particular, “I am lonely and in desperate need of a spanking.”

So, she read books about what to do when you are lonely.  And the books recommended that you go on the Internet. And so she did.  And on the bulletin boards and blogs she found friends and she laughed a little and talked with them about their spanking or lack thereof and the loneliness dissipated.  For a moment. But it was not enough.

Now, one day the North Woods and the Pacific Ocean stars crossed.  They ended up on the same board at the same time. And a hand reached out across the wires and tapped a shoulder.  “Do you want to play?”

And a message turned into a conversation.  And a conversation turned into co-written stories.  And, soon, the stories turned into nightly talks with real voices.  And as the months passed the decision was made that maybe one could leave her snug home and venture into the North Woods and see what it would be like to meet in person.

As the brat entered the cabin she saw the dusty paddles and her eyes lit up!  Oh Ho! Those paddles would not be dusty for long! The brat pulled out every bratty trick she knew.  She pouted and she whined. She refused to cooperate with the slightest request. She made rude comments and rolled her eyes.  And, finally, the tired Top said, “Do you need a spanking?” And the relieved Brat said, “YES!”

Over her lap the Brat went and the Top used every paddle she owned.  Out came the thin wooden paddles and the wooden spoons. Next came the leather, so flexible and smooth.  Then the floggers to tickle her little brats backside. And finally the cane, to put all doubts aside.

“You are mine, little brat.  Do you understand? You don’t need to act out anymore to receive a spanking, you just have to ask!”  And for the rest of the visit the brat’s bottom stayed rosy red and the Top’s arm muscles grew strong again.  As the visit drew to a close a decision was made.

The Pacific brat would leave her cottage by the waves and move to the North Woods. There the two could live in harmony and neither would be lonely again. And they lived…HAPPILY EVER AFTER.