Snow White Gets a Spanking (A Fairy Tale)

Once upon a time, a naughty girl named Snow White was strolling through the WordPress World. All of a sudden, she stumbles upon a Magic Blog run by the Sunshine Queen. Although Snow White was very young and inexperienced, she was a haughty girl that thought she knew everything – even more than the Sunshine Queen! Snow White developed an evil plan, where she would invade the Magic Blog and scream curses at the Sunshine Queen and her subjects, accusing them of having wicked thoughts.


Snow White started screaming at the top of her lungs – “the Sunshine Queen is evil! You’re all bad! You offend me! I hate you all!” The Sunshine Queen and her subjects politely tried to bestow some much needed wisdom on Snow White, but the arrogant young woman was having none of it. Snow White was just sure that she knew better than the Sunshine Queen and her subjects, for Snow White was a very haughty girl.

Amidst all this commotion, a Jester noticed Snow White and thought a naughty thought himself. He magically changed himself into a Serpent, and slithered over to Snow White, wrapping himself around her legs and slithering up to her arms and onto her shoulder, where he whispered in her ear:

“Yes, the Sunshine Queen is bad, Snow White! She wants to make you one of her subjects! She wants to oppress you, just as she oppresses her subjects and is herself oppressed by the Sunshine King, who has booby trapped the Magic Blog with hand grenades! You must follow me so you can escape safely!”

Snow White was amazed as the Jester transformed before her eyes, from a Serpent into a Charming Prince. The Charming Prince took Snow White’s hand and told her, “let me lead you to safety, my lady, and rescue you from this evil blog run by the evil queen!”


Snow White, charmed by the handsome prince, took his hand and followed him into the woods, away from the Magic Blog. They walked for a long time and after a while, Snow White began to tire. She asked the Handsome Prince, “let us stop and rest! For I am feeling tired and we’ve walked such a long way!” The Handsome Prince told Snow White, “we can’t stop now, so I will carry you in my arms.” Snow White was very happy and the Handsome Prince carried her in his arms, and feeling comforted, she drifted off to sleep.


When Snow White woke up, she found herself lying on her stomach, and that the vines of the forest had grown around her arms and legs. She struggled and struggled, but couldn’t free herself. She looked around for the Handsome Prince but could find him no where. She cried out, “Handsome Prince, I feel asleep and you must have laid me down, but the vines of the forest have grown around my arms and legs, and I can’t get free! Please rescue me!”

The Jester, with a wicked gleam in his eye, and now back to his natural state, calls out to Snow White, “here I come, Snow White – I will rescue you!” The Jester, who loved to play pranks on haughty girls lost in the forest, walked into the clearing, holding a wooden paddle, cut from the trees of the forest.

Snow White gasped! “What happened to the Handsome Prince? And what are you going to do with that paddle!”

The Jester smiled at Snow White, and said, “I have cast a spell on you, and you won’t get away until you get your proper punishment. Since you are such a smart girl, I assume you know how to count?”

Snow White, now outraged, objected: “of course I know how to count! You are offending me! This is offensive! Let me go, and what are you going to do with that paddle?”

Close Enough
Close Enough

The Jester laughed at Snow White and said, “It’s good you know how to count! In order to free yourself, you will have to count to 50, once for each paddling, and if you miss even one, I’ll start over!”

“This is offensive!” Snow White cried out. “You’re oppressing me! Let me go at once!” But the Jester merely laughed again, raised the paddle high above Snow White’s petite little ass, and struck her on her hiney, hard.

“Owwie! Ouch! Stop it!” Snow White cried, but the Jester wouldn’t listen. “How many was that, Snow White?” the Jester asked. Snow White could only cry, and through her sobs and tears, answered, “One!”

So the Jester continued.

After her 50 spankings, Snow White was crying and sobbing uncontrollably, but the Jester wasn’t finished. “I heard you were a good cook, Snow White! Now I want you to bake me a pie!”


One thought on “Snow White Gets a Spanking (A Fairy Tale)

  1. I came across this search term that led to my blog:

    “can i call the police if my husband spanked me”

    I did a search, and came across this interesting discussion:

    My family and friends have no idea that my husband spanks me. He grew up in a household where it was considered normal for a husband to spank his wife — to this day my father in law still spanks my mother in law. My sister in law also gets spanked by her husband. It’s just considered to be the natural order of things.

    I’d never been exposed to this kind of life, but I loved my husband so I married him, even knowing what was expected of me. Friends and family would be horrified if they knew. I tolerate it because I know my husband loves me and is trying to do what he thinks is best for myself and our marriage. I have to admit that it makes me feel fulfilled somehow, although it does hurt.

    Our system goes like this :

    He only punishes me in the garage because he doesn’t want our bedroom to be associated with pain. I have to take down my pants and panties and bend over for him. He spanks me with a paddle that his father gave him when we got engaged. Yes, he spanks me hard. He’s not kidding around. He spanks me until I cry and then continues because he feels that’s the best way for me to learn my lesson.

    My husband gives me what he calls “Maintenance spankings” once a week. Usually it’s about fifty swats and the idea is that these spankings sort of help me keep my focus. When I do something wrong he gives me “Punishment spankings.” These are harder and of a longer duration.

    Occasionally I will ask him to spank me if I feel that I need it. Oddly enough, sometimes I do. Sometimes I may feel guilty about something I’ve done, or sometimes I just have this odd “craving” I guess you could call it. Even so, he always spanks me to tears.

    The most embarassing spanking I ever had was when I was at his family’s house one Christmas. I said something stupid…I don’t even remember what…I was in a bad mood. My husband asked my father in law if he could borrow the paddle that he uses on my mother in law and of course, he agreed. I was angry and humiliated. I refused to go with him when he told me to meet him in the bathroom and he told me that I could either be spanked in the bathroom or right there in front of his family. I knew he was serious because I once saw his brother spank his wife in a similar situation. So I followed him to the bathroom where he made me drop my pants and then gave me a long, hard spanking that went on for more than five minutes straight. Then I had to go back to his family with tears on my face, everyone knowing I’d been spanked. (Of course they were able to hear the whole thing). His mother complimented me later though, saying she was glad I’d embraced my husband’s lifestyle and that I was a good wife to him. That was actually rather gratifying but I was never rude to him in public again.

    The hardest spanking I ever had took place at home, out in the garage. It was one that I had asked for because of something I had done. (A personal goal I had set for myself and failed which is not pertinent to the story). We had mutally agreed that it should be a particularly severe punishment but he was a bit nervous that he might hurt me. He asked advice from his father and I asked some advice from his mother since I was a bit apprehensive too. The main advice his father gave was that he should try using a switch and keep going until he left marks. His mother agreed, warning that it would be painful but that I would certainly be corrected and would never commit the offense that I’d committed again. I was scared, but willing. So we sent the kids over to his parents at a time that we set aside when we wouldn’t be distrubed. The switch hurt like HELL. It’s more of a cutting pain than a stinging one like the paddle. He spanked me long and hard but didn’t actually leave marks because he wasn’t comfortable with that. Either way, it was still the hardest spanking I’d ever had and still is.

    I love my husband and we have a good marriage. My friends and family would be horrified if they knew that he spanks me because it’s just not something that’s commonly done. They’d call it abuse or something like that, which it isn’t — because it’s consentual. Sometimes in a way it strikes me as a bit funny because I can just imagine their reactions if they knew. I don’t tell them because it really would freak them out.

    Posted by electromateman on October 8th, 2010 at 4:48 PM

    You are sick, your husband is sick, your family is sick. You need to call the police and turn them all in. There are laws against physical and mental abuse. Do your self a favor and get the hell out of that family!. Life is hard. It is harder when you are stupid! I have been married 38 years and I have never hit my wife. Mature people solve problems by talking about it and working things out. The husband is not always right and neither is the wife. If I ever come across someone hitting or beating a woman, I will personally knock his *** into next week..Dam I am mad about your situation.! Get out! Call the police! Get some help!

    Reply by kmn4 May 12th, 2012 at 9:31AM
    Electromateman u just dont understand.Iam a woman i believe that women that need it like me should be spanked.

    Posted by Dominoeca on November 4th, 2010 at 6:44 PM

    My family and friends don’t know about our relationship either. But, I think his side of the family practice domestic discipline as well, but I wouldn’t dare ask him. Mostly for fear of ever having to bring it up int he holidays or family reunion.

    I also, get maintenance spankings. Although right now I’m waiting to find out my bottom’s fate, because of something I did. I know it’s not going to be pretty.

    My biggest fear is the cane…it totally scares me.

    lvlv123 – 22-25 years old

    Posted by lvlv123 on May 27th, 2011 at 5:01 PM


    Posted by koolray on June 30th, 2011 at 11:21 PM

    A good spanking keeps a woman in check, and your backside in shape. you would never want your backside exposed if it wasn’t round and firm.

    Posted by NaughtyT on March 15th, 2011 at 4:00 PM

    This is totally normal in some relationships – particularly those who practice DD (domestic discipline) or a similar dynamic. My husband started spanking me a year ago. Since then, our marriage has improved 100%. Even though I may not want to admit it, my spankings have always been well deserved and my husband has been more than fair. Sometimes, he makes me bare my bottom and kneel in the corner as extra punishment. What is funny is that alot of people wonder why we are so happy and get along so well. If only they knew!

    softjade74 – 26-30 years old

    Posted by softjade74 on September 9th, 2010 at 4:03 PM

    if anyone ever spanked me for anything they’d get a whomping does of WTF int he face with a baseball bat. Have some self respect, will ya?

    Posted by softjade74 on September 9th, 2010 at 4:03 PM

    sorry but this is just weird

    Posted by disciplinaryan on September 8th, 2010 at 11:30 PM

    I understand perfectly. I am a Dominant, in a relationship with a collared submissive. I have rarely had to spank her, but when necessary, I do. I love her deeply, and the spankings cement our relationship when they are needed.

    Posted by An EP User on September 9th, 2010 at 12:24 AM

    I’m trying to better understand your story and your position. The first question that comes to mind, which I think the first poster is perhaps making assumptions about, is how much the spanking is sexual? Is it sexual or is it just a matter of your husband believing that husbands have absolute authority? From your story it sounds like it’s not (at least on the surface) a sexual thing.


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