May 15th, 2012

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April 6th, 2018

Sharing

After the events in ‘Visiting my Domme for the Cane’, our heroine takes the next step.

By PW

I have written before about visiting a domme, and after a couple of times with her I began to feel more relaxed in her presence. I was aware she had a considerable clientele but she always had time for me; everything together was relaxed and unhurried and when I was with her she made me feel quite special, the centre of attention, despite the actual situation being something that was perhaps not quite run of the mill!

But at the end of my third visit the smoothness was interrupted. It was a Friday, chosen so that I could use the weekend as recovery time, but heavy traffic had meant I was late and although I called ahead to let Mistress know I was in a tailback from some roadworks, I was still late. It wasn’t really my fault, I had allowed an extra thirty minutes but the delay was over an hour. Mistress was still polite, of course, but once changed I had to listen to an icy lecture about being better prepared, at the end of which I was invited to bend over the desk and take my panties down so that I could be reminded to be more punctual in future. Three sizzling strokes of the cane left me in no doubt I was in the doghouse and as we went on to the uniform inspection, and later on the tests, I was repeatedly caned for other failings and ended up with a hot and sore bottom by the time my session came to an end.
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April 4th, 2018

Laura’s unusual request

Finding it difficult to study, a prefect seeks help

by Holy Diver

It was now the spring of 1980. The senior girls were about to sit their final exams. The prefect, Laura Chapman, was stressing out about her own exams. As such, Laura was even more cranky than usual and prone to dishing out punishments for minor incidents. For instance, Laura gave Sophie Prior a spanking with the slipper for the crime of eating crisps too noisily in the common room when Laura was trying to study. Also, Laura gave Megan Taylor and Karen Hutchison spankings for talking too loudly in the common room. Laura knew she needed help. However, the Head Girl, Jackie Melling, was also too busy and particularly hard to approach, and Laura did not wish to incur Jackie’s wrath. Laura had a wild idea.
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April 2nd, 2018

Reporting for Punishment

A young woman faces her punishment

By Katherine Jones

Samantha Greenway glanced quickly at her phone in response to the alert. It told her exactly what she expected it to say. “I will see you now.” Sam drained her coffee, picked up her bag and nervously smoothed down her skirt.

Her mind suddenly went back to the shame of that often-remembered school day when she was summoned, blushing, to the Housemistress’s room after being caught lending out her homework to her friend Nicky. She recalled the sting of the ruler on the fingers of her left hand and the deep embarrassment of the whole incident.
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March 25th, 2018

Longer Lines

A Sequel to ‘More Lines’, the headmaster’s secretary gets into more difficulty.

By Hilary Wilmington

“No!”

“I shall only repeat myself once more. Hold out your other hand.”

Lucy was listening at the connecting door between her own office and that of Mr Clements, and she was most frustrated at having missed the beginning of this scene. She had been away delivering a message to the kitchen, and when she had returned to her desk and had been about to start typing again, her ear had caught the unmistakeable sounds of a punishment in progress next door. She had hurried over to listen and been just in time to hear this girl, whoever she was, uttering this refusal. Might she be the extremely troublesome new girl in the sixth form, Lucy wondered, the one all the teachers were complaining about?
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March 24th, 2018

John’s Story

A mother looking for a school for her son has a strange request. By a new writer to us.

By Ricky Richards

It was a late June morning in 1956 and John Jackson, Headmaster of Westwood School, was feeling contented. The term was coming to an end, only Speech Day to get through, and applications from parents who wanted to send their sons to his school looked very promising. He had interviewed several prospective parents already this week and was sure they had been impressed. There was a knock on the door.

“Come in,” he called, and his secretary, Mary Fitzpatrick, a very slight and demure 25-year-old, entered.
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March 23rd, 2018

Nurse Bolton

Continuing the series, District Nurse Bolton gets a taste of her own Medicine

By Tara Patterson

Maggie Bolton was forty years old. She was a district nurse attached to a small Yorkshire cottage hospital. She had returned to work once her two children had become settled in grammar school. Her Husband, Neil, was not only a doctor but also one of the practice partners of the Hospital. This was the swinging sixties, not that there was much swinging in the Bolton household. Life was quite traditional, and both Maggie and her husband had been brought up in strict households with strong values; values that they were now passing down to their children. Maggie looked through the serving hatch of her kitchen at her two children, both still in their grey school uniforms. Charlotte, who was thirteen, and Peter, fifteen, were both concentrating hard at their homework. As they worked, Peter seemed to be fidgeting in his seat and looked a little uncomfortable.
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March 20th, 2018

The Message on the Mirror

Four girls get together at the end of exams, with consequences

 By Julie Baker

My name is Claire Green and I was born in Sheffield in May 1984. I’m two years younger than my brother, John, and I have never met my father. He went off with another woman just before I was born and subsequently emigrated to Australia. My mother was therefore left with the task of bringing up my brother and me single handed. She never indicated that this was anything other than a duty and a pleasure, but it must have been tough for her at times. She was a lecturer, now retired, at Sheffield University and would have been earning a reasonable salary, but we certainly didn’t have a lavish lifestyle. We lived in a terraced house in an area of Sheffield called Millhouses and my brother and I attended the local secondary school.
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March 9th, 2018

Like Father, Like Daughter

A girl meets her new step father

By Jane Fairweather

Emily looked round slightly frantically at the small halt of Oncombe. No one on the platform to greet her in this strange place! Where was mother? Where, for that matter, was the porter; there did not seem to be one.

She picked up her bag, which was not that heavy for most of her things were in her trunk, which was coming separately. Miss Crouch had at least promised her that would be done, despite the disgraceful manner of her leaving.

Then Emily hesitantly walked out into the yard where there was a large heap of coal and little else, well, except for a great heap of bricks, which were no doubt intended for some new house. She glanced round frantically, then spotted a dog cart driven by an older woman who was dressed all in black and was almost invisible on the other side of the heap of bricks. Well, she had better go and ask where Oncombe House was; if no one was meeting her then she had better walk.
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March 1st, 2018

Focus

A student needs motivation and finds it

By Lorna Brand

Lauren draped herself over the end of the desk. Her jeans tightened over her bottom as she adjusted her stance, gripping the edge. She screwed up her eyes tightly, waiting for first contact.

Up until this point, Professor Lockheart was just a very capable teacher. Her other lecturers would have to raise their voices or seek out the trouble-makers to make an example of them, just to gain some respect, but Lockheart had never had to stoop to such levels with his class. He was softly spoken but firm, and, although it was clear to see, he was in great shape, although he wasn’t physically intimidating. He just had a way about him that commanded the room, something more than just confidence. Lauren couldn’t put her finger on it, but it was very interesting.
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March 1st, 2018

Ford Anglia

A day out, and a girl learns something about her boyfriend

By Lorna Brand

I have a photo on my bedside cabinet; it’s been noticed by very few people and commented on by even less. It’s small and inconspicuous, partly obscured by other pictures, but it makes me smile every time I glimpse it. To others, it’s a photo of me in my prime, that amazing care free time when I was just me, not a mum, wife, colleague or neighbour. Just me, Linda. To me, however, it’s the exact moment I became an adult. I don’t see a still, flat, faded picture. I smell the sweet meadow, feel the gentle breeze in my hair and the sharp sting in my tail.

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