May 15th, 2012


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September 16th, 2019

A Slow Learner

A girl fails to learn her lesson the first time.

By Julie Baker

My name is Chloe Wilson and I was born in Edinburgh in January 1980. I am now a happily married mother of three lovely children living in very comfortable circumstances in Kilmacolm, Ayrshire. I don’t work now and spend my days looking after my children, walking in the countryside, playing tennis during the summer and getting involved with various charitable organisations. I suppose you would have to say that, to most people I know, I’m a picture of stability and respectability. Most of them would be quite shocked if they knew of my other, more sensual, side and how this came to the fore during my teenage years.

September 15th, 2019

A Victorian Re-enactment, Part Two

Andrea finds herself reliving Victorian discipline

By Paul S

Andrea had been working at the museum now for 6 months and had started to qualify for her professional qualification. This involved some professional interviews, training and a life-long learning programme. The lifelong learning required her to be supervised by her superior and for him to assist with her training.

Andrea would be expected to be fluent in her subject and knowledgeable. To do this, she had to read many books, some fiction and some historic. She was already aware of well known literary classics of the period. What she was less familiar with was factual accounts of day-to-day living in Victorian times, and the extent that discipline featured in this.

September 12th, 2019

The English Visitor

Visiting an American school, an English headmistress witnesses a different style of discipline.

By Kenny Walters

As I looked up at the clock on the wall of my office, I saw the time was approaching three o’clock, and that was significant. I knew I had an appointment at that time.

I have quite a large office. My desk is formed from a traditional desk and an office table of similar size that I placed in an L-shape arrangement. It means I can have my computer to my left on the table and sit at my desk without having to look around a monitor screen if I am interviewing someone. I then have four good comfortable armchairs arranged around a coffee table over near the window where I can speak with visitors a little less formally and in greater comfort than if we were at my desk.

September 12th, 2019

Spanking Memories

A student takes a part-time job and gets a surprise

By Lorna Monroe

During that strange interlude between finishing my Highers, as A Levels are called in Scotland, and going to university, I answered an ad for a house cleaner in the community newspaper. The address was local, the pay reasonable and three evenings a week suited me very well. Not one to let the grass grow under my feet even then, I rang later that night. Miss Stevens sounded a very friendly and cheerful lady and I was delighted when she invited me to visit for a “very informal” interview a couple of nights later.

September 4th, 2019


A show offers more than expected

By Lorna Monroe

As the house lights dimmed, many members of the all-male audience began to climb over the seats in a steeplechase to the coveted front rows. In 1964, ‘Les Folles Fesses’ was one of the most popular shows in Soho. Not only was it daringly erotic but it offered a degree of sophistication beyond anything comparable at that time.

An expectant hush fell over the normally raucous crowd in that tense moment of darkness. A spotlight skimmed across the stage before alighting upon a single image; an apple- shaped, pert bottom of a sun-kissed hue. After a brief moment, the stage lights illuminated the owner of this beautiful rear, draped over a padded wooden bench. Her elegant skirt had been turned up to reveal that she was naked from the waist down. The perfect bottom was supported by a pair of long, elegant legs perfectly toned and as suntanned as her nether cheeks.

September 2nd, 2019

Reckless Riding

A period drama where two girls have to face the consequences of their actions.

By Jane Fairweather

“This supposedly fine hunter that I am hiring from London should be down at the station in three quarters of an hour, if the damn train is on time. It will need a groom, I suppose, but I don’t see any reason why we should not all walk down and see what I am wasting my money on. Who’s for coming with me?” Colonel Smyth asked genially of his wife and daughter, and his daughter’s very close friend, Elspeth, who were all sitting round in the lounge of the small hotel with, if the truth be known, not a great deal to do.

August 30th, 2019

The Peril of a Young Wife

A young wife gets careless and pays the price.

By Seymour Jay

It was early September in 1994; I was 17 years old and lived in a small southern Indiana town with my dad and step mom. I was an only child. My mom had been killed in a car accident when a drunk driver hit her when I was 4 years old. I was so young I didn’t remember much, but I did miss my mom greatly. My dad, Jesse, was devastated. I was just 4 years old and my dad was in his mid 40s. I remember him telling people he didn’t know how he was going to raise me, his only son, alone.

August 29th, 2019

African Punishment

Punishment in a small village

by David Baldwin

In North Africa, in the seventies, there was a new flourishing oil industry in a small town which, a few years before, was a small village. There was an influx of oil workers and plenty of new industries to keep them supplied and happy. These industries had to pay ‘commission’ to the chief magistrate, Walter Olayinka, and the chief of police, Peter Bachur. Jennifer Hogan, who was forty and originally from Ireland, ran a brothel and had always paid her dues, but then refused to increase her payments as competitors had moved in and reduced her profits.

August 22nd, 2019

Justice by Appointment

A housewife faces judicial punishment

By Kenny Walters

The telephone rang. Jane Crowther hesitated, but after eight rings she answered.


“Mrs Jane Angela Crowther?”

“Yes.” Jane nervously fiddled with her collar-length blond hair.

“It’s Marion Peterson at the Criminal Penalties Office. I believe you’re expecting my call?”

“Oh, yes.” Jane’s voice trembled as she sat on the arm of the sofa she’d just been vacuuming. She looked over at the sideboard and saw the letter half in its envelope that warned her of this telephone call.

“Now let’s see, Jane. May I call you Jane?”

“Um, yes, I suppose so.”

“Good! Call me Marion. No point in being unfriendly, is there?”

August 22nd, 2019

Justice For All

A schoolgirl has a difficult choice to make

by Kenny Walters

Mr Miller had been a reforming new school principal when he arrived two thirds into the last school year. Now, a quarter into the current year, he had made me head girl, a post that previously had not existed. Old Oak School was a private all-girls school with around one hundred and fifty students from age six through eighteen.

Previously, the school, which has foundations in the local church community, had been overly strict and old-fashioned in too many ways. The uniform, which we all had to wear, was archaic; black blazer, grey pleated skirt that had to be at least three inches below the knee, white blouse, black and white striped tie, white knee length socks and black shoes.