May 15th, 2012


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February 10th, 2016

For a Friend

A girl finds herself in a no-win situation

By Gillian Howard

In 1964 I passed my 11+ exam and went to the local mixed grammar school. I had always been a shy girl but really enjoyed school work. I was only very petite with blonde hair. We all had to wear uniform and for the girls this consisted of green skirt and white shirt, green knickers, green blazer and green and grey beret, and grey knee length socks. Failure to wear this would result in a visit to the Headmistress for the cane. Boys wore short grey trousers in first 2 years then long grey trousers, knee length grey socks like the girls and we heard they had to wear white Y front underpants, green blazer and green/grey cap. For PE and games we wore red gym knickers which fitted tight around the legs and nothing under, and a yellow shirt again nothing to be worn under. The boys wore white cotton shorts to just above the knee with nothing under and a white vest.

February 9th, 2016

Back To School

A New Pupil joins Miss Meanwood’s A level English class but can she adapt to life in the sixth form?

By Tara Patterson

“Okay, class, settle down!” Miss Meanwood’s voice boomed out as she swept into her classroom.

The twenty-five lower sixth girls instantly leapt to their feet and stood in orderly rows behind their desks. Like most things at Queen Anne’s School, Ambleside, the interior of Miss Meanwood’s ground floor classroom was very traditional. Light streamed in from three large sash windows. The pupils sat in pairs behind wooden desks. Miss Meanwood’s large imposing desk was at the front and behind it a large rotating blackboard. The view from the windows was quite scenic as the room over looked Lake Windermere and, beyond that, the impressive Lakeland hills, but woe betide anyone caught looking out of the window during one of Miss Meanwood’s English lessons.

February 7th, 2016

Morgan Event

A girl yearns for past times. By a new writer to us.

By Kane Strokes

It was mid week, and already Liz was feeling stressed, and stressed was the number one thing Liz didn’t want; she had turned that corner. No longer was she prepared to allow work to cause her stress or any other health issues. She picked up her time sheet, here we are, midday Wednesday, and already she had worked enough hours to take her to Thursday evening. I’m taking some time off now, she decided.

Liz locked her computer, left the office and walked out of the museum, telling Stuart on her way out she’d be gone for at least two hours. Stepping outside the museum, Liz took a deep breath of what she hoped would be fresh air, to be disappointed that the air was a mixture of fumes from passing vehicles. As she walked around the city streets she came across a newly opened motor museum. Although a busman’s holiday, Liz decided to go in, maybe introduce herself to the curator, but to start with, get an idea of the museum from their exhibits.

February 7th, 2016


A teacher punishes a man’s daughter, but there are consequences. Contains male punishment.

By Lisamum

“Had a good day love?” Asked Mum as eighteen year old Delia got home from school.

“No I haven’t,” snapped Delia angrily.

“Why, what’s the matter?” Asked Mum.

Delia held out her hand. There were two ugly red lines across her palm.

“Where did you get those?”

“That cow of an English teacher gave them to me after school. Didn’t half hurt.”

“That’s not fair,” replied Mum.

“I’m going to tell Dad, he’ll sort her out,” said Delia.

Dad arrived home just before dinner.

“Dad, that cow of an English teacher gave me the cane this afternoon. She’s been after me all this term. Look.” Delia held out her hand.

February 6th, 2016

A Day in the Life

A woman is diverted from important preparations

By Jane Fairweather

Mrs Miles was fiddling with the lamb chops for the elaborate evening meal that she was getting ready for her husband’s guests. She was well aware it was not unlikely, if all went well, that her husband would be promoted from regional manager to something rather higher up in his company. “National sales manager” had been mentioned, she was well aware, though what that entailed she was not too sure. Certainly it meant more money, but also she suspected more time with her husband wandering the country and not at home with her. There had even been a broad hint that it might be helpful if she was prepared to move the family lock stock and barrel to London, or somewhere near it.

February 6th, 2016

Mrs Gavin’s Prison Spanking

A woman experiences prison discipline

by Katie Hammond

I slowly opened my eyes looking at the dim light in the corridor in front of me. I immediately recounted the events of yesterday, but the reassurance that it was just a bad dream wouldn’t go and as I opened my eyes fully my view only confirmed that it did actually happen.

I looked at the bars surrounding my single bed. Well it was actually a cot which I was lying in, situated in the middle of a small grey and white window-less room in a prison sickbay, the door removed for security purposes. Straight in front of me is the corridor which leads off to around a dozen or so more rooms exactly like the one I was in.

February 2nd, 2016

The Margaret Smith Story

Corporal punishment follows a girl through her academic career.

 By Gillian Howard

My story goes back to the late sixties and early seventies. When I was 4 and 5 I had a minor speech impediment which meant I had to attend weekly speech therapy sessions every week for 9 months. This resulted in me falling behind most pupils and I was tormented by the other students so I became very introverted and I found it hard to participate in class. When I was approaching 11 I had a growing spurt and was 5’1” tall, a lot taller than any other girl in my class and got called more names. When the time for the 11+ exam came around I was crying through most of the exam, so failed miserably. I was then sent to a secondary modern school.

January 27th, 2016

Caught Stealing

A girl is tempted by what she finds on her Physics teacher’s desk

By Tara Patterson

Katie England felt well and truly fed up. Two weeks into the spring term of 1986, she had already had enough. The school bell rang; she miserably dragged herself out of bed and reluctantly put on her uniform. As she pulled on her navy blue knee socks she looked with envy at the other sixth form girls in her room as they rolled black stockings up their legs.

“It looks like another cold one,” teased her roommate, Rebecca Staffe. “Just the weather for stockings don’t you think girls? I wouldn’t want to be wearing knee socks on a day like today, and with it being Saturday who’s coming into town this afternoon? Oh sorry, Katie can’t, she’s grounded again.”

January 25th, 2016

Debt Repayment

A girl feels she owes a debt and her offer is not refused

By Helen Green

My name is John Blake and I’m a happily married man living in the north west of England. I am aged 54 and I have a daughter who is 25 and two sons aged 21 and 20. I have a good job in senior management and all of my children have been privately educated. We live in the country and I commute daily to my office which is in a small market town about 20 miles away.

I would have to say that I have had very few involvements with the world of corporal punishment. I went to prep school in the early 1970s and I was occasionally slippered by the headmaster. It was administered to me fully clothed and I remember it stinging a bit. I didn’t find it a wholly unpleasant experience and it maybe played some part in my wife and I experimenting in some gentle spanking play later in life.

January 24th, 2016

Matron is Away

Matron Taylor accompanies a group on a school trip but will the girls take advantage of her absence

By Tara Patterson

Hannah Philpott MP rushed from her office through the corridors of power down to Westminster Hall. Through the crowd of MPs and media crews she spotted the group she was looking for; twenty schoolgirls all dressed in navy blue blazers, gymslips and wearing straw boaters. Hannah paused for a moment as she saw the group leaders and nervously checked her appearance. She needn’t have worried; Matron Taylor saw Hannah and smiled. She greeted Hannah warmly and was amused that Hannah was wearing a school tie under her grey suit jacket.