June 14th, 2018
A lodger learns to follow the rules. By a new writer to us.
by Stephen Peters
Nicola Green was a 21 year-old graduate in English Literature from Exeter University. She had been fortunate to get an offer of a 6 month internship at a small, but respectable, London publishing house starting 2 months after she graduated with an upper second class degree. The problem was that, as so often is the case in today’s ultra-competitive market, the position was unpaid. The company were promising that there would be an opportunity to become a full-time employee at the end of her internship, but for the first six months Nicola was required to ‘learn’ for free.
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June 13th, 2018
A woman misuses her husband’s credit card
By Helena Danielle Alexander
Summer night was descending on a small town placed comfortably on the Danube River. A light summer breeze made curtains swing and bring much needed freshness into the room. Alexandra was lying on the bed rubbing her red, well punished bottom. Tears were still running down her face. Her husband had just spanked her but, after all, he also forgave her for making the same stupid mistake again.
She wasn’t crying because he spanked her. No, she was crying because she felt stupid, and guilty, for letting herself do the same thing again.
Alexandra was a beautiful, twenty-nine year old woman. Her long, red hair tumbled over her thin shoulders all the way down to her firm breasts. She was tall, her body was perfectly shaped. She had a good heart and was a very nice, warm and kind person. But she was born naughty and stubborn, and her husband had no other choice but to discipline her because she would often push his temper over the edge of tolerance, especially when she was borrowed his credit card without permission. On this occasion she had gone too far.
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June 12th, 2018
Two girls play a prank and pay the price. By a new writer to us
By Sasha G
Hi, people, my name is Darcy Pingleton and I’m sixty-two years old. I’m married to a devoted husband and, although all my children are grown up, I had decided to get a dog. I’d just picked her up today, a lively little Shih Tzu only twelve weeks old. I’ve named her Buttons, after my first dog, and right now I’m sitting by the fireplace with her asleep on my lap.
My still incredibly handsome husband, Matt, walks in and sits down across from me. He looks up at me and asks: “Why did you name her buttons?”
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June 7th, 2018
A short story based on fact by a new writer to us
By Avena
My sisters and I were always spanked by our father. I have a variety of spanking experiences, from childhood to late teenage life; he only stopped spanking me when I was 19.
There were many times I was lazy, hanging out late with friends and never doing my schoolwork. My report card would often reflect this and my father would always adminster a spanking, never with his hand but with a device. Our mother would rarely spank us but would be present in the room.
“Get in your room!” I remember my father growling, once he returned home from work.
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March 20th, 2018
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
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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February 22nd, 2018
A couple agree it’s time she learned to love, honour and obey
By Paul S
Tom met Elena on a dating website and immediately both were smitten on their first date. They had both been unlucky in love, having both been previously jilted; Tom after living together for 2 years and Elena by a boyfriend she found cheating on her. They were both wonderful characters, easy going and very affable and the chemistry between them was undeniable. Their friends gave it a year but said they could last the course.
They dated several times, but it seemed that both were weary of playing a drawn-out dating game and were very comfortable with each other. Several dates later, at a Valentine’s dinner, Tom proposed marriage with a small diamond solitaire ring he had bought, and Elena didn’t hesitate; she jumped at the chance to marry Tom.
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February 9th, 2018
A girl finds a new job with unusual terms and conditions
By Julie Baker
My name is Hannah, I’m 31 years old and I’ve lived most of my life in Birmingham. My Mum and Dad are both teachers and I did well at school, gaining good enough A Level grades to be able to study history at Durham University. Sport has also been a big part of my life playing a good standard of hockey through the winter and county standard tennis during the summer months. I would say that I have a confident, outward going personality and I’ve never been short of friends of either sex. I’m reasonably tall with a slim but muscular build. I have a dark complexion with jet black hair and my fiends often tease me that I have a hot, Mediterranean style make-up!
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January 16th, 2018
A marital problem resolved
By PG
Jackie had been married for thirty-one years and was soon to celebrate her fiftieth birthday. Her marriage has been a great success and she and her husband had a daughter and son both in their twenties and both with excellent jobs in the City. However, it might have been very different had her husband had not given her a second chance a little over a year into their marriage. The thirty-year anniversary was approaching of when she received a devastating caning at the hands of her husband. At the time he had been furious and their marriage had very nearly ended, and this is story of what happened almost thirty years previously.
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December 9th, 2017
A girl’s experience in the headmistress’s study. By a new writer to us, with the grahic illustrations also by the author
By Angela Fox
‘Friday afternoon at four o’clock, and once again I am sitting on this hard chair,’ I thought. ‘Why do I do this to myself?’ I wasn’t given long to ponder. Within a minute the so-called traffic light outside her door turned from red, meaning do not disturb, to green, directing whoever was waiting on this damned chair to knock on the door for entry.
I stood up, smoothed my gymslip into place, making sure the broad knife- edged box pleats were perfect and prayed my hair was neat and tidy. Then I nervously knocked on the door and, when I saw the white sign below the traffic lights blink ‘Enter’, I turned the brass doorknob and pushed the heavy door open.
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