May 15th, 2012


Welcome to where you will find short stories featuring realistic corporal punishment. Viewing these stories is entirely free and all we ask is that you respect the authors’ copyright.

We are actively seeking new stories for this site and will always offer help, assistance and encouragement if needed to new and long-standing writers alike. We have a sister website for factual recollections at where again new memories are welcomed.

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July 20th, 2017

Judicial Punishment in Serbia

An argument with a police officer leads to harsh punishment. By a new writer to us.

By Helena Daniele Alexander

The day was already very hot when Helena woke up. Thank God, she didn’t have to go to work all week. She was on sick leave because she didn’t feel well. She had made an appointment with her doctor for a check-up and to get new prescriptions for medicines she was using. She was a brunette with dark-brown eyes. Her body was well shaped and still firm. Her skin had the colour of ripe peaches, her breasts were round and firm, and her nipples had the colour of chocolate.

July 15th, 2017

Caught in the Act

The headmistress’s daughter is caught by the Head Girl and hatch a plan together. The next in the Ambleside series

By Tara Patterson

Elaine Meanwood parked her battered green Citroen Saxo in its reserved space next to the large imposing gates of Queen Anne school, Ambleside. She glanced at the dashboard clock as she switched off the headlights; it read 01:45.

Elaine didn’t know whether to feel elated or guilty about how her evening had gone. One thing was for sure, it had been a few years since she had sneaked back home with her knickers stuffed in her handbag and her clothes looking rather crumpled.

July 9th, 2017

A Conversation between Mother and Daughter

The title says it all and offers an insight into family discipline

by Hilary Wilmington

As she entered the kitchen, Sasha was blinded by the sun streaming through the windows, so she did not at first notice her mother, who was sitting at the table shelling peas.

“Oh, I didn’t see you,” said Sasha. “Why isn’t the radio on?”

Penelope usually had the radio on when she was working in the kitchen. If Sasha had known her mother was here she would have stayed in her room. She braced herself for the deluge of recrimination she expected and all those awkward questions  she would have to answer, for which as yet she had not managed to think up any plausible lies.

July 5th, 2017

Annabel Hunt Caned Again

A headmaster struggles to change a girl’s behaviour. Then her mother has an idea.

(Part 6 of the series)


It was approaching the end of the Michaelmas Term and, apart from the unexpected problem back in September when three girls had been caught drinking under-age and the Police had been involved, James Simmons felt things had gone smoothly. The New Head Girl, Stephanie French, had proved a worthy successor to Helen Brown. The traditions of Archdean Lodge had been upheld with all misdemeanours being dealt with by Corporal Punishment. The school had a policy of no detentions, no suspensions and no expulsions. The vast majority of punishments had been kept within the prefecture and from his records he could see that Stephanie French had slippered ten girls, all of which were fifth form or below, and that she had caned eight girls.

July 2nd, 2017

Reticent Memories of a Head Girl

A Girl tries to conceal a school punishment. By a new writer to us.

By Arthur Martensson

Rachael Heenan, my wife, had been my sweetheart since I was 13 years old, when she first moved to my school at Geelong, Australia. I still remember the first day when she walked into the class, and so fortunately, sat 2 desks next to me. Her looks; beautiful face, silky dark hair, slim body, in a neat uniform, white blouse, navy blue skirt, black tights and navy jacket. She was oozing with confidence and elegance. I remember frequently looking at her while at class.

I was fortunate to grow up with her, and had the opportunity to spend lots of time together through representing the school in State Level debates together, and later on becoming Head Boy and Head Girl of the school respectively. Though I fancied her from day one, I kept that to my heart, as she had always stated she wanted to focus on studies while in Secondary School. I only mustered up my courage and asked her to be my girlfriend when we were both studying together at Melbourne University; myself in Law and she in Medicine. I was the luckiest guy when she said yes.

July 2nd, 2017

An Irish Tail

Two sisters reminisce about their previous family discipline

By Paul S

Ellen and Mary were sisters, now 21 and 20, but lived together in Ireland during their upbringing on a farm in Wexford, Ireland. Mary was smaller at 5 foot 6 inches and 34-24-36 whilst Ellen was the big sister at 21, 5 foot 8 inches tall and measured 36-26-40.

Their dad was a racehorse trainer and was involved in breeding quality racehorses for clients the world over, particularly in the lucrative Middle East. This meant he did not have time to deal with domestic matters which was left to their Mam, Judy, who was very strict with the girls.

June 23rd, 2017

Woman seeks female disciplinarian

I’m late 50s living Canberra, Australia and would like to meet on a regular basis a female disciplinarian to hold me to account for my behaviour and punish me when I fail to meet pre-set goals. You would punish me with severe hand spankings, also using where deemed necessary a wooden ruler, plimsoll and other implements, possibly the cane.

Ideally, we’d meet weekly or fortnightly. I can come to you if you are within 100 kilometres of Canberra or I can accommodate. Someone in Canberra or Queanbeyan would be easier.

Female disciplinarian only considered; no males please.

Please contact me at for more details and an initial discussion.

June 23rd, 2017

Caitlyn’s Move to America

A British girl moves to the USA where she continues her schooling

By Gillian Howard

I was born in May 1995 and enjoyed a very good upbringing in Southern England before, in June 2006, my Father was promoted and we had to move to Florida in USA. I couldn’t believe my luck going to school with almost permanent sunshine.

We arrived and settled in and I was even more pleased to be told that school had already finished for summer and would not restart till the middle of August. I was quickly accepted by the local children and after attending an interview at our local school was informed that I would be starting in the middle school sixth grade but if I proved that I was as advanced as they thought I may be upped a grade to seventh grade with children who would be a year older.

June 5th, 2017

Phyllis Remembers

A 1950s period piece set in a girls private school

By Jane Fairweather

They were onto their third martini at Susan’s splendid house on the edge of Wharfedale, which was the well-earned result of her clothing business, and the four women were all of them getting rather silly and talking about their school days.

“Oh tell us that story again, Phyl.” Susan suddenly demanded of her lover.

Anthea sardonically grinned at Elsie, who she knew liked this ritual less than the rest of them.

“Which story?” Phyllis asked innocently, as she always did.

“The story of our last day at school, which you always tell better than any of us you silly cow.” Susan said with love in her eyes, which had survived a good many ups and downs.

June 5th, 2017

A Simple Misunderstanding

Life as an au pair in a different culture

By Julie Baker

My name is Alice Granger and I was born in Reading in April 1991. I am the eldest of four children and there is three years between each of us. I have an older brother and my two sisters are the youngest in our family. My father is an accountant in London and my mother works as a nurse in the local hospital. We are a solid middle class family with enough money to be comfortable but by no stretch of the imagination are we in any way rich. We were bought up to work hard, respect authority and do the best with whatever gifts we had been given.