May 15, 2012


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August 19, 2014

Amanda and the Victorian Punishment Chair

A newly married girl re-discovers her masochistic leanings

by Frances Stephenson

John and Amanda were rummaging around an antique shop. This was nothing new as they both found this a splendid way to relax and, in addition, a good part of their new home was furnished thanks to this agreeable pastime.

They were married some six months ago and were pleased to find they both shared an interest in antique shops. John was especially good with his hands and was very keen on wooden furniture, in fact anything made of wood. His darling wife was very keen on china and unusual artefacts.

Amanda was looking at some handsome Masons Ironstone plates with the pretty Formosa pattern. They all seemed so badly chipped but four were fine.
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August 14, 2014


(Part of the Swinging Sixties Series of short stories)

By Dick Templemeads

(With apologies to anyone unfamiliar with cricket)

The villagers of the picturesque Yorkshire village of Upperdale said that there were just three passions in Seth Uttershawe’s life.

In third place was the Yorkshire ale which he regularly supped in the saloon bar of the Batsman’s Arms, while they could not decide whether Glenda, his beautiful raven haired 20 year old daughter whom he’d brought up single handedly since his wife had left him for some ‘fancy Dan’ Londoner 15 years earlier, or cricket came top of his affections.

But a fly on the wall of Seth’s Cottage on Saturday 15th August 1964 would have witnessed a scene which illustrated this conundrum.
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August 13, 2014

The Bench

A quiet girl faces an awful dilemma.

By Kenny Walters

A cautious glance round the corner confirmed Mrs Wilson was alone. She seemed quite busy, going by the quick tapping beat played out on her sturdy old typewriter. Angela was never sure about Mrs Wilson. Actually, Angela had hardly ever spoken to the lady. It was just her manner; always clothed in a tweed suit, her grey hair always kept short and permed, well-spoken but always economical in words, unsmiling.

“Um,” Angela advanced further round the corner so she could see the wooden counter behind which Mrs Wilson sat, and the school secretary could see her.
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August 10, 2014

Cathy Peterson’s New Catering Business

A new business needs all the new customers it can get, but there’s a surprise in store. By a new writer to us.

By Lynn Mathers

“Thanks for helping me out, Megan, especially at such short notice.”

“No problem, Cathy. To be honest, I’m glad of a little extra income. Although Bob’s working every hour he can get, I’ve found it hard to find a job and money’s tight. Where are we going, by the way?”

“Wendlethorpe. It’s a small town about thirty miles from here.”

Catherine Peterson checked both their seatbelts were fastened, set the sat-nav and started the small Suzuki van.

“We did pack everything, didn’t we?” Megan frowned.
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August 6, 2014

Monica caught red-handed

Stealing from the tennis club gets a girl a well-smacked bottom

By Pat Greenham

Monica Jarvis had been caught red-handed stealing money from the till of the bar at The Tandhall Tennis Club. Money had been going missing for a few months; small amounts, but at least twice a week more than ten pounds was missing. It was late one night that the Chairman of the Committee literally caught Monica with the till open putting money into the pocket of her jeans. She had thought she was alone and had not heard him walk into the bar, but the game was up and Monica now found herself up before the Committee of three men and three women the following evening.
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August 6, 2014


When the behaviour of two twins, a boy and a girl, becomes too much a new service is approached. By a new writer.

By Henry Jones

“Good afternoon, Corporal Punishment Service, my name’s Melissa. How may I help you today?”

“Hello, er, Melissa. It’s my nephew and niece, they’re twins and they’re driving my wife and me mad. They don’t want to go to college, all they want to do is sit around all day, claiming benefit and we’ve had enough!”

“Yes Sir, however, before we go any further, I do need to ask you some questions. Now, how old are the twins?”

“Eighteen, but you’d think they were thirteen or fourteen, the way they behave!”
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August 4, 2014

Caning at Clathy Castle

An unfortunate accident leads a young lady to make a difficult decision

by Julie Baker

My name is Julie Baker and I was born in Edinburgh in March 1956 and subsequently brought up in the same city. My father is Scottish and was a well known GP in Edinburgh before he retired. My mother is Swedish and came to the UK in the 1950s to train to be a nurse. I was an only child and I benefited from a solidly middle class upbringing and the stability provided by two loving parents. From the age of 12 my parents sent me to a private day school for girls in Edinburgh. I was not academic but I excelled at sports, representing the school in netball, hockey and badminton. I was very rarely in any kind of trouble at home or school and by the time I was 16 had not experienced any kind of physical punishment.

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August 3, 2014

The Twins are summoned to a crisis meeting at St Mary’s

Next in the series, the twins behaviour continues to disappoint.

By Penny Morton

Part 1

“I hope you girls are not talking.” The harsh voice of Miss Gregory, headmistress of St Mary’s School, rang out across her study. “If you have any sense, which I seriously doubt, you will remain silent whilst we decide what to do with you.”

“No, Madam, we weren’t talking.” Replied Angela Spencer from the far corner of the room where she and her twin sister, Julie, were standing facing the wall. Angela’s answer wasn’t completely true. They had whispered very quietly to each other in their corner.

As Angela spoke, she and her sister looked over their shoulders at the group of people sitting round Miss Gregory’s desk. They were having what Miss Gregory called a ‘Crisis Meeting’ called to decide what to do with and about the Spencer twins, who were in serious danger of having to leave their university before completing their first term.
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July 29, 2014

Midsummer Madness

An unexpected win at netball and over-exuberant celebrations lead to trouble.

By Jane Fairweather

“We won, we won; hurray, hurray! We won, we won; hurray, hurray!”

The senior girls of Cavell house were walking arm in arm, interspersing their chants with frequent shrieks. An observer might have been forgiven for thinking they had consumed more than a little alcohol, but the truth was they had got very high watching their house’s netball team scrape a win in the final of the house cup against Nightingale by a single goal. Nightingale always won everything. Since the brightest girls and the best games players were automatically put into Nightingale their dominance was scarcely a matter of surprise; but it was a matter of great pleasure to the other houses when Nightingale were defeated.
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July 21, 2014

The Trouble With Amy and her Mum

Continuing the series, a problem while out driving comes to the fore.

By Lesley Carole

Jack answered the call on the third ring, recognising his friend Jim’s number, who was a local Policeman. His pleasure at the unexpected call was soon quashed when Jim explained the reason for the call. Amanda and Amy were both in trouble!

Once again, on the short drive to his sister’s home, he recalled recent events, his temper flaring, but remaining under strict control, as was his nature. He had begun teaching his niece, Amy, to drive. She was a good student, though tended to be impatient, but she was responding well to her lessons. She had been pestering her mum to take her driving as well, but Jack had insisted he be the only one to teach her. This was partly for continuity but more for the reason that Amanda was also impatient and Amy was likely to get into arguments with her. Their relationship could be volatile and not conducive to teaching driving. He didn’t believe it would be a suitable driving experience, so he had warned them not to go driving together and only his car was insured for Amy to drive. Clearly, they had both ignored his wishes.
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