The garden owner's early years sp novel award|Xiaoxiao Muxin

Warning: This article involves the sexual fetish of spank (spanking), don't enter it unless you like it, thank you.

【Small Thoughts of the Garden Owner】

Long time no update.

In fact, there are a lot of sections and content to write, and I haven’t written it all the time. First, because I still can’t update this garden calmly when my family can see the screen, and because I tried to update it before, I reflexively began to avoid updating this matter. Even when there is no one in the middle of the night (it seems to involve the discussion of lust and shame, lust and publicity); second, long before the construction of this garden, I have been in a chaotic and painful period, and recently it seems that some Turning point, but I still need to bravely do a lot of things to get through it. Recently, I am in the preparation period for these things, and my emotions may be particularly erratic.

I am not interested in reading the updated text in the garden, carefully plan the next manuscript, do not update it late at night, and simply want to start rewriting, rewriting, and continuing to be censored by the wall before I lose most of an sp novel, maybe Write more, and only when the previous text needs to be changed due to changes in the plot framework, will it be considered to be sent to Yuanzi. At this time, I suddenly thought that I could post a series of short stories posted on the wall website seven years ago, which was retrieved by chance recently, to Yuanzi, because compared with the one I was working on, this series was short, concise, natural, and full of the period. The owner of the garden writes various slots in sp novels, but it is difficult for people to change them, so they can simply proofread and post them. So there is this temporary decision section. In view of the fact that the owner of the garden has not created many sp novels, and most of them are incomplete or lost due to censorship, and not all of them are willing to share them for everyone's "extraordinary appreciation", I really don't know if this section can be updated in the future.

This series called "Little Muxin" was originally just a super short mother-daughter sp story, but because of the love of netizens, two father-daughter short stories were added. The punished person in the article is a little girl named Muxin , hence the name.

This series shows some elements that the owner loves, such as anal discipline (anal punishment), diaper position (diaper changing position), sp being watched by others, etc. Here you can briefly explain them one by one.

The first is the anal discipline (the article involves only one of them, and the details will be expanded later), basically everyone agrees that this belongs to the category of BDSM, but for the owner, although he loves this field, he still insists on it. It can be included (in sp literary works) as I have always said, sp in warm families for the purpose of punishment. That is, to think that these two fields, which I love, can overlap in imaginary worlds. Because for me, only the anal discipline in that scene makes my heart move. This has also become a feature of the sp novels I created. It's a bit disappointing to me that almost all sp novels deal with anal discipline as an inter-adult or sadistic practice, which completely turns me off. Because of this persistence, I am also quite obsessed with the choice of utensils. For example, the cork in the article is a kind of mild punishment utensil imagined by myself, because I cannot accept the large and strangely shaped anal plugs that are usually seen. Lust, sadomasochism. Later, I noticed outside the wall that in the 1950s and 1960s abroad, suppository (suppository) was used to treat children with constipation. When using it, parents needed to push the suppository into the anus of the child with their fingers. The vibration of the body produces the feeling of defecation, thereby solving the problem of constipation. In the discussion of childhood memories on fetish-related websites, it can be seen that there are not many cases of using suppositories as punishment, but they exist. Suppositories look a bit like the cork I imagined in the article, but the latter seems to be used more similarly to anal plugs. There are still many obsessions about utensils, and I will share them with you slowly in the future.

Diaper position refers to the SP posture in which the punished person is lying down with his legs raised or the punished person is lifted up. Regarding the diaper position and the sp being watched by others, what I want to declare is actually the same thing, that is to say, for most of the fans, the reason why these two are exciting is that in addition to the pain of spanking, there is also Adds a sense of shame to the punished. But I'm not fascinated by that. The SP I love must be based on the premise and basis of love and respect, so how can I intentionally make the person being punished feel ashamed? The principle of liking for diaper position is not completely clear to me, but it is definitely not ashamed of exposing private parts as my colleagues said. In my work, the reason for using this posture is often just a matter of convenience or various coincidences. The bystander I love is the mother or the role equivalent to the mother in the family. She is bound to be worried and distressed (why does it not hurt to punish people?), but she still watches with restraint, knowing in her heart that she needs to be let go. The child gets some lessons, but when he feels that the lessons are enough, he will hope and even hint that the punisher will stop punishing. In sp, someone is—or will be substituted for—the punisher, and someone is the punished. But I am quite special. In the sp scene I constructed, I am both the punisher and the punished person, but I am a little bit alienated from them, and I cannot fully substitute for them. And if there is a bystander or a role equivalent to a bystander in the scene, I must put all my heart into her. In fact, the old article I am continuing to write as mentioned above takes such a character as the title and core.

In the first short story, there is also a plot that I saw in a sp novel in the early years, that is, the punisher and the punished wake up in bed, and the punisher "settles old scores" with the punished in the quilt , Punishment on the spot. I also love this part of the story because of the relaxation and tenderness of the bedroom scene.

This series, like all the early novels of the garden owner (perhaps the current works are not immune), has the characteristics of embarrassing, unreal, forced "relaxation" or sensationalism, and over-polishing of irrelevant details. There is also an obvious feature, that is, The attitude changes at the time of punishment and after the punishment are too fast, not real enough, and even lack the necessary reasoning. It seems that it is difficult for the punished to get a real education. In the past on the sp novel website, some bigwigs in the circle once gave me advice, thinking that it is unnecessary to take medicine after punishment. Although the advice is personal, it does seem to reflect some problems. The old article I am continuing to write is the most popular of all my sp novels, so that although the website can still be accessed through the previously saved link after the website is closed, this article was deleted due to too many visits. It was my attempt to break away from the overly sweet punisher/punisher relationship, and it paid off. It can be seen from this that in the construction of the sp scene, it is also necessary to restrain the beloved elements.

Finally, by the way, I recently discovered to my surprise that many foreign sp-related websites that I thought were blocked in the mainland can be directly linked to. It can be seen that what I said about inside the wall and outside the wall is more of a distinction between exploring the world by yourself or not. From the beginning of this epidemic, it seems that the world has suddenly opened up, because life is already in a period of drastic changes, and it seems that the whole life has changed. There are certainly walls in the political and cultural sense, but the higher wall is still in one's own heart. Going beyond GFW and becoming a real person does not happen once and for all, but also requires long-term courage and persistence. I hope I can do it in this life.

one

In the morning, the sun shines in through the cracks in the curtains. I yawned sleepily and looked around at the people beside me. My daughter, Mu Xin is curled up facing me, sleeping peacefully. Reaching out to brush her hair, stroking her face, shoulders, the nightdress she was wearing on Xiaoxiao's body, under the warm blanket, her smooth butt that "survived" last night, deep into the groin, The cork of the small punishment and the big punishment has protruded a bit compared to last night, but it still stayed peacefully in the backyard of the sleeping master, reminding yesterday's mistakes with a slightly swollen discomfort.

In the twilight of morning, the little man woke up. Stretching lazily, I rushed towards me beside me, "Mom~" hugged her with both arms under the quilt, and kissed her lovingly on the face. Sliding his right hand to the cork just now, "Why, forgot who cried and begged me not to hit me last night?" "Pa" abruptly, with a gentle slap, covering the two buttocks. Immediately afterwards, without rushing or slowing down, with the same strength, he slapped on both sides in turn. It hurt a little, and the child covered his buttocks with his hands. Involuntarily grasping the two small hands with the left hand, the right hand began to increase strength, and worked on the right buttock. The sound of "pop" and "pop" was very clear in the quiet morning. "Mom..." The child made a bitter face. The position of holding her was not very strong, but it was enough for her to bear even with the strengthened right hand. Ignore her, speed up, and hit her right buttock hard. "Wow..." the child cried out in pain. "Papapa" three times without mercy, then stopped. He patted her back with his left hand to calm her down. "It's fine if you don't do well in the exam. If your dad doesn't know what will happen if he is at home." "Well... I know I was wrong... Mom said yesterday that I have to go to school today so I won't fight..." This child, still Thinking about it. The right hand that "executed the punishment" just stretched out and scratched her nose: "It's just you, can you remember if you don't beat me? Besides, mom is called beating? How about I tell your dad when he comes back tomorrow?" "Ah Don't, don't..." "Come out if you don't want to, go to the bed and poke your butt for the last fifteen times." "Ah...?! Mom... don't..." What a greedy child. "What do you want?" The little face was still stained with tears, and after a moment of silence, he reluctantly got out of the bed, took his own pillow to the side of the bed, and stuck his butt on it. I also got out of bed and came behind her. The right side of the little buttocks is reddish, the left side is still as lucky as last night, and the cork between the two buttocks is abrupt. This scene is really funny. I patted her left buttocks: "I want to hit you to remind you of the pain in class, and don't cause me any trouble in a few days. If it hurts on one side and not on the other, you just struggled with how to sit , I will be useless." She didn't speak, maybe she wanted to finish the "nightmare" as soon as possible. I also fulfilled her, and dropped fifteen times quickly and hard, even if she yelled and screamed. But the hand pressing her waist didn't use much force, the little guy was beaten voluntarily and didn't dodge. After fifteen strokes, I sat on the ground and helped her rub her up. He touched the cork in the middle with his fingers, and slowly pressed it in until he could only see it vaguely between the buttocks. "Mom?" "Reflect on yourself all day, and tell me how to reflect when you come back tonight, you know?" "...um..."

He rubbed her quietly for another ten minutes, and felt that the reddish buttocks could not be seen to have been spanked, so he patted her buttocks lightly. "Get up, have some breakfast and take you to school." "Oh..."

"Baby, don't wear jeans, and panties that are too tight"

"Then I want to wear a skirt..."

"... Then you need to reflect on it?"

"Then... this one?"

"Yes, Not Bad"

After getting off the car, Mu Xin came to my car window, "Mom, I'm going." "Did sitting hurt just now?" I lowered my voice and asked worriedly. "It's okay, it's a little hot." "What about the middle?" I looked at both sides and asked more carefully. "Hmm... uncomfortable" "Hey, be well today, don't give mom any reason to punish you, do you hear me?" "Hmm!"

"Go."

"Goodbye, Mom~"

two

When I received Mu Xin's call, I was typing on my computer at home. "Mom, where are you..." The exhausted voice was crying. "I'm at home, what's the matter?" "I'm at school...in the bathroom...the teacher called Dad to school...I...he..." He suppressed sobbing and said. What's wrong with this kid? "Don't cry, mommy will call daddy, okay?" "Well... Mommy, don't let daddy hit me here..." "No, um."

I hung up the phone and dialed my husband's cell phone. "Zhengping?" "Well, what's the matter? I'm at Muxin School, and I'll be back soon." "What's wrong with Muxin?" "Her?... I took someone else's watercolor pen and told the teacher that I bought it for you on a business trip." Hers. The teacher called me, and I didn't know what to say." An angry and hasty tone. "Zhengping, let me tell you seriously, no matter how angry you are, don't hit the child outside, do you hear me? Mu Xin called me just now, and she was at a loss. Let's talk about it when I go home, and save face for the child." "It's okay, I'm not at school, can I go to the head office in the car?" "Oh, stop making trouble, how long will it take to drive back? In the car, if a teacher or classmate passes by and finds out, how do you tell her to go to school in the future? Come back Come on, you can also extinguish the fire on the way." "...All right. So she said she was going to the bathroom, but she called you? Then you call her out, and just say that I promise to go home." "Okay. "

Soon, there was the sound of the door opening downstairs, and I hurried downstairs. I saw my husband coldly said "Take off your skirt and go to your own room immediately" and went upstairs, shaking his head helplessly at me. Mu Xin looked at me helplessly with red eyes. Alas, these two...

"Come on, come to mother's study first." He took Mu Xin's hand and went upstairs. The computer is still stuck on the bridge section I wrote when I just received the call. I turned the chair around so that Mu Xin was facing me, and while slowly helping her take off her skirt, he said to her as gently as possible: "The kid's watercolor pen is very beautiful, and Mu Xin wants it too. Mom can understand, but It's wrong to take other people's things, and it's even wrong to lie to the teacher, and Mu Xin knows it well, right?" "Well...but..." Mu Xin couldn't help crying softly. I got up from the chair, squatted down and hugged her, gently patted her back with my right hand, and put my left hand on her bare leg, which was a little cold. "Mu Xin is good, mom and dad know Mu Xin is good, but if you make a mistake, dad will definitely punish you, why don't you keep it in mind and don't do it again, okay?" He took her hand and stood up, "Come on, mom will accompany you past."

Little Mu Xin walked in front, slowly and timidly, and I followed quietly. Open the door, go in, Zhengping is already waiting in the room with a feather duster. When she turned around and closed the door, she heard his stern voice: "Go and stand there." Mu Xin was startled for a moment, not daring to hesitate, walked to the wall, and stood facing the wall. "Take off the panties." Mu Xin's tears started to flow out again, so she could only obey obediently. Mu Xin, Mu Xin, Dad didn't want to make you hurt more, but because he was afraid that he would break you if he couldn't see you, did you know that? As soon as he finished taking off his pants, he straightened up, Zhengping's first blow of the duster fell in the wind, and there was a red mark across his little buttocks. Mu Xin, who was obviously not ready, took a breath. Immediately afterwards, a dozen times were fast and ruthless, falling without leaving any gaps. For the first few times, Mu Xin held back and kept silent, but then she held her hands tightly and brought them to the front, secretly exerting force, because she didn't want to reach behind her to block them. , provoke more punishment. Later, she screamed and wailed, her legs trembled slightly, and she dared not move when she wanted to. After a round of beating, Zhengping stopped, and stuck the duster to his little red and swollen buttocks, Mu Xin was so nervous that his buttocks were so tight that it was almost out of shape. He took it away again, and the tight buttocks waited for a long time without the duster falling, and then slowly relaxed. As soon as he relaxed, with the same force as before, the wind duster fell down at a faster speed. In fact, my husband used his wrist to exert strength, which was the strength that Mu Xin could bear. Otherwise, with my husband's full strength, the skin would be broken with a single swipe. Mu Xin was completely unprepared, and with her butt that had been tortured before, how could she bear it. She began to cry recklessly, and her buttocks were pushed hard against the wall, trying to avoid the biting duster. But Ben is standing against the wall, how can he hide? Finally couldn't help it, let go of the hands in front of him, and suddenly covered his buttocks, "Dad stopped beating... Mu Xin was wrong... Dad" the husband grabbed the two small hands with his left hand and tried to twist them behind his waist , and by the way, pressed Mu Xin against the wall and continued to "execute torture", but the child who was in extreme pain squatted down hard, let his buttocks be parallel to the ground, and tried his best to break free from her husband's hand, desperately facing the sidelines At a loss, I ran over. I quickly squatted down, caught her who was running, and hugged her. My husband walked over in silence, and continued to use the same strength and speed to beat the naked red buttocks of the child in my arms with the duster. Zhengping always doesn't speak when beating Muxin, which should have given Muxin a lot of psychological pressure, especially now. The child hugged me even tighter, with his small arms around my neck, as if he was holding tightly to the only driftwood in the vast sea, his face was covered with tears, and my shoulders were wet, and he kept shouting "Mom ...Mom..." In the blink of an eye, Zhengping slapped Mu Xin's red and swollen little butt five or six times. I raised my head to meet his gaze, and he, who was concentrating on torture, gave me a questioning look. I gently covered my hot little buttocks with my right hand: "Zhengping, that's enough." The child's father still didn't make a sound, but just withdrew his hand. I rubbed the two red and swollen buttocks, and patted Mu Xin's back, reassuring her who couldn't stop crying for a while.

Put her on the bed and let her lie down. At some point, my husband went out and brought the ointment, and twisted it away to help her apply it. Xu Shi's hot little butt was startled by the coldness of the ointment, Mu Xin looked back, saw that it was her husband, and hurriedly turned her head back again. "What's the matter, are you so afraid of Dad?" After the lesson, Zhengping returned to his usual warm and easy-going temperament, busy with his hands, and joked on his lips. "...No..." The child's face was as red as his butt. "I'm ashamed to be spanked for making a mistake~" "Dad hates it!" The child just remembers eating but not spanking, so he got up and beat his father coquettishly. "Yo yo yo, take it easy on you, I'll give you medicine." Zhengping said, hugged his daughter who was kneeling on the bed, looked at her with distress and amused, and kissed her immature cheek.

I sat on the edge of the bed and witnessed such a huge contrast in the first few minutes before and after. I really didn't know whether to cry or laugh. He raised his hand and stroked his daughter's hair.

Mu Xin, Mu Xin, don't cause trouble and cause trouble for your mother who is due to submit the manuscript tomorrow, okay?

three

In the evening, I was sitting on the bed reading a book, and I dug out "Zheng Shuo Twelve Empresses of the Qing Dynasty" from the old bookcase at home. It is a very thick book, and it feels good to hold it in my hand. At the turn of summer and autumn, I just changed to a thick quilt, which is warm and comfortable. At this moment, Mu Xin suddenly ran in wrapped in a little bathrobe, slipped into bed, her small face was close to me: "Mom, Mom, can I sleep with you tonight?" "Of course." The little guy just took a shower , I haven't washed my hair, but there are still a few strands of hair wet, sticking to the pink face, which is very cute. I brushed her hair back with my hand and looked at my little baby with a big smile.

At this time, the husband came in wearing home clothes, and sat casually on the bed next to the child. "Why do you want to sleep with your mother?" It was obviously a question, but it was so lazy that it seemed to be talking to itself. He reached under the quilt and grabbed the little feet of the child. With a lift, the lower body of the child was lifted up. A pair of slender legs stood upright in the air. He had just showered without underwear, and his buttocks were also exposed in the air. I thought he was joking, but he was too playful, what should I do if I just took a shower and caught a cold? Just as I was about to speak, I heard my husband say "Huh?" It should be a follow-up to the question just now. Then he patted the child's butt twice with his free right hand, like a joke. But before I could react, there was a "snap", and with a lot of force, I threw it on the child's buttocks, and a reddish palm print immediately appeared on the child's buttocks. I'm starting to realize this isn't a joke anymore. Quickly lifted the quilt and got up, moved forward: "What's the matter?" As he said that, he wanted to let go of her husband's grip on the child, "What's the matter, you made her ankle hurt like this..." He didn't intend to let go, and shook the hand holding the child's feet, avoiding my "intrusion": "You didn't ask her why she ran to take a shower?"

The child was a little dazed by the slap just now, and then he came to his senses, struggling hard, twisting his body to avoid her husband's control, but to no avail. "Papa papa" the husband slapped quickly and hard, and he grabbed the child himself for easy control. Every time he slapped the child, the child screamed in pain. The child stretched out a pair of small hands that were still free to cover the small buttocks, and the husband continued to hit the small hands the same way hard. After only one hit, the small hands bounced off in pain, and they were placed by the side, wanting to protect but not daring. Hu, very embarrassing. Husband punished Mu Xin always the same way, hiding, never stopping the pain behind her, just as fast and as hard as beatings immediately followed. The child's face was full of tears, struggling and crying, but this time there were no such words as "Dad, stop beating", "Mom", and "It hurts". I sat on the side, and it was hard to persuade her, but I didn't even know what wrong Mu Xin had committed, so seeing her being beaten was really tormenting.

"Dad, I was wrong...I dare not...Dad...it hurts" the child's red buttocks hanging in the air were still being baptized by her husband's "Iron Sand Palm", and finally blurted out the words of confession. The husband stopped beating with his right hand and grabbed the child's ankle with his left hand, probably because he was tired from carrying it just now. The child's legs and buttocks have been raised high from just now. How helpless is this position. What the hell have you done, kid? "What's wrong?" "I...I shouldn't have poured the figs..." I did buy figs today and came back to eat, but what does it mean to pour the figs? "No more?" The husband held the child's ankle with his right hand and lifted it up, like a warning. "..." "Pa" the left hand slapped the child's buttocks, no less than the right hand. "Wow... Dad is bad... Dad insisted that Mu Xin eat figs, and Mu Xin didn't want to eat, so he dumped the figs when Dad went to the bathroom..." The husband put the child down, not just letting the child's legs go naturally Fall, but gently sent back to bed. "I let you eat figs because figs are good for digestion. Don't you want to eat recently?" The child's legs began to be free. The little buttocks that were punished just now are now stuck to the crumpled bathrobe. It must be uncomfortable, but Still not daring to move, staring at her husband with tears in her eyes. "Even if you really don't want to eat it, tell me. What happens if a plate of figs goes into the trash can when I come back from the bathroom?" Seems like the truth has come to light. I sat on the bed and watched this pair of father and daughter who were focused on punishing others and the other on being punished, and turned a blind eye to me. "Also, because I was afraid of being found out, I hurried to take a shower, and then came to ask your mother to sleep together. It's not like my daughter to act like a guilty conscience." At the end, the husband's tone was much more relaxed, Xu Shi After the punishment is over, I feel that the lesson is enough.

"Come out, lie down here." The husband calmly and calmly pointed to the middle of the bed, scaring Xiaoxiao Muxin enough. The little hand stretched behind him to cover his buttocks: "Dad..." the little pitiful and soft voice. Zhengping likes to frighten children with his appearance. "Okay, your dad just wants to see if your little butt is red, and his heart hurts..." I kindly reminded me who had been watching. "Who said that!" The husband looked serious, "I'm giving you medicine..." The next second he smiled as if he was apologizing.

It's out of shape!