Archive for ‘Domestic Spanking Stories’

October 26th, 2015

A Sting in the Tale

Horse riding can lead to a sore bottom in more ways than one.

By Lisamum

We visit the Barrington-Brown household where, on the last weekend of the school holidays, Fiona and Emma have just been out horse riding. Emma was just eighteen, while Fiona, two years her senior, was home from university.

“Fiona, Emma, come here,” said their mother as they entered the house.

“Yes, mummy, what is it?” Asked Fiona, puzzled at her mother’s rather stern tone.

“Your father is waiting for you in the study,” replied their mother.

“What for?” Asked Emma.

“I’m sure he’ll tell you soon enough,” said mother.

“Are we supposed to have done something wrong?” Asked Fiona. The girls were only called to the study when one or both of them had misbehaved.

October 19th, 2015

A Touch of Purple

Three girls enjoy a vacation in the back woods, before they get up to a little mischief.

By Jane Fairweather

“It is just so hard to think of your Mom as the Purple Woman.” Sally observed to her two cousins and long term friends, Babs and Betty.

They always met up a couple of times a year. This time it was in Washington at a very reasonable hotel that Sally’s husband of three years had found.

“It has been going on for ten years or more, so the press says.” Babs said briskly. “And looking back I am not that surprised. She was always too keen to put the phone down, if you came in suddenly. She never even said goodbye to whoever it was. I never used to think about it; I thought she was just so pleased to see us. But now I think it must have been this senator, whatever his name is.”

October 6th, 2015

Tea and cakes

I’m sure some of us have worried about a cleaner finding our hidden canes, so this story by a new writer to us should be of interest.

By Jane Scott

I don’t normally have tea and cakes on Saturday afternoon with one of my employers, but this is the story of how one time I did.

I was standing in my bedroom with my underwear drawer open, one of a simple pine chest of drawers, with neatly folded cotton smelling lightly of lavender. I couldn’t decide what the hell to put on. That’s not much like me. I’m a decisive person, but this business had got to me and I could feel the butterflies in my stomach. I went to the toilet again, even though I’d just been.

September 12th, 2015

The Neighbours

Have you ever wondered what your neighbours get up to?

By Lorna Brand

Have you ever wondered what goes on behind closed doors? Does that old couple, Mr and Mrs Jones, from down the road still share a bath at the weekend? Does the pretty girl who just moved into the street and always smiles sweetly act so passive all the time? Well I don’t have to wonder any more. I got to know rather more than I expected about my neighbour recently.

I live in a small cul-de-sac in a normal quiet area with normal quiet neighbours, or so I thought. We all have our own boring routines and exchange pleasantries as we pass each other on the way to work or putting the bins out, as you do. We also know nothing about each other, which I never really thought about before. I assumed there was just nothing to know but now I look at everyone and wonder what they do when no one is looking.

August 14th, 2015

Maternal Discipline

 We all know how college students like to party ’til late. One mother decides to do something about it. Based on a true experience, by a new writer to us.

By Sarah G.

Sarah was 18 and, when not at college, lived at home with her mother. One night she went to a friend’s party and that’s when things started to go wrong. She had stayed out until two-thirty on the Friday night (Saturday morning), after telling her mother that she’d be home by midnight, and she didn’t let her know where she was or that she was going to be late, so her mother was really worried. This was also Sarah’s ‘third strike’ in a couple of months, and so she’d had two clear warnings.


August 4th, 2015

The Village

A service is provided for errant residents

By Lorna Brand

I have never felt more self-conscious than I do right now, standing on the porch of ‘Sister’ Mary Home holding this stupid piece of red card. I live in a tiny quarry village; it is so small we have one single lane one-way road that comes in to the village. This is lined with houses. It then runs down the main street which consists of one local shop, a school and a church. After that, it runs out the other side of the village where it is also lined with houses.

The village was built for the local quarry workers; since the site was so far away from anything else it was the only way to attract workers. All five hundred homes are exactly the same, giving our ‘U’ shaped village a strange look of a horror film set. The quarry is busier than ever and new houses are being built all over to make up for the ones that were lost in the war.

July 22nd, 2015

Diary (part of May Smith’s Diary)

A girl talks to her diary about her life with her boyfriend. Part of an ebook but a complete story in its own right.

By Penny Toulouse

4th January 2013

Hi Diary,

I knew it wouldn’t be long till I was writing to you to tell you I’ve been a bad girl. I’m in my room thinking about my behaviour. I’ll need to fix my make-up before I come out when I’m allowed; my mascara has run. Diary, can you hug me? It was so unfair of Dan to spank me.

It was a beautiful morning today, a nice crisp sunny winter’s morning. Dan stayed over last night and this morning after breakfast we went to the local forest for a walk together. Breakfast was lovely, Dan made me a cup of tea to wake up to, then after a nice cuddle we got up and had toast and jam for breakfast. Then after a shower and catching Dan taking a cheeky look at me in the shower we were off.

April 26th, 2015

Pain or Pleasure?

 Too much alcohol and a wife’s behaviour spoils a party.

By Holy Diver

Gordon and Michelle Ross were a newly-wed young couple who lived in the English countryside. Michelle was 28, tall with reddish-brown curly hair and had curves in the right places, particularly her breasts and bottom. Gordon had just turned 30, was a tall and muscular man with dark hair. Both had successful jobs. Michelle worked at the local bank, maths being her strong point. Gordon worked for a legal firm. They had been together since their teenage years and were bonded with their strong interest in spanking.

Even though Michelle was regularly spanked by her mother right up until she became an adult, she still wanted to retain the disciplinary aspect in her life. When they started dating, Michelle had confided this to Gordon and, to her delight, he was only too happy to oblige. For the early years of their relationship, they only experimented with minor implements such as the hairbrush and wooden spoon, before progressing to the leather strap when Michelle became more confident.

March 24th, 2015

A Very Short Sharp Shock

A girl’s parents and school collude to issue a firm warning

By Pat Greenham

The Headmaster of Brathenhall College had three sick notes in front of him and one request for absence to attend a family funeral. They were all for Sarah Langton, an eighteen year old in the upper sixth who had been at the College for six years. Sarah was well liked but the Headmaster was aware that recently she had shown some rebellious behaviour. The problem he faced this morning was that the handwriting on the three sick notes was different from the letter requesting absence for the family funeral, despite all supposing to have come from Penny Langton, Sarah’s mother.

March 7th, 2015

The After Effects – Sylvia is Caned

The series continues

By Wendy A

(I started this chapter several months ago and had intended to shelve it. By request I have reviewed it. Let me know through Kenny if you would like me to continue.)

We were tidying up after lunch when Sylvia announced that she was off to change. A thought crossed my mind. Jenny had never caned anyone before and should have some practice.

“I’ll come with you to fetch the canes.”

We headed off, she opened her bedroom door and we entered.

She handed me the canes and said: “I want a real caning like the one you had at school. I want you to treat me like any pupil.”