August 14th, 2015
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
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
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
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
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 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 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.”
December 11th, 2014
After her father died and her mother met someone new, a girl goes to live in her stepfather’s grand house. By another new writer to us.
It had been two years since my father had died when I was 16, and I never thought I would love anyone as much as I loved him. My Mother started dating this tall handsome man with really aristocratic features about a year after Dad died, and at first I resented him, but as time went by I grew to like him more and more. Mum was so happy with him, and he even paid attention to what I was doing and encouraged me to apply for college.
December 10th, 2014
Living with a roommate isn’t always easy. Here, two girls find a way round their problems. By a new writer to us.
By Ryder Mansion
Anna pulled up her car into the apartment parking lot. After a few deep breaths to get over her 20 hour work day, she proceeded to execute a defined set of procedures to gather her things, switch off the stereo followed by the headlights and to finally mark the end of her day by switching off the engine. Her strict catholic upbringing and detail oriented job as a manager at a leading accounting advisory firm ensured that she brought a composed, comprehensive, and disciplined approach to all aspects of her life. Sure she was always tightly wound and had immensely high standards of living, but that was how she was wired. It enabled her to be a natural leader, to strive for better than that of her previous standards which were met with the belt. She embodied the strong parental roles that raised her.
December 9th, 2014
Talking to an old lady proves to be a job well done
By Joanna Jones
This story is a summary of an experience that started two years ago, and which I did not feel able to share until now, for all sorts of reasons. I hope you enjoy it!
It started with me walking across the open tarmac to the front entrance of Rosedon Nursing Home on a mid-autumn morning. The building was well designed for its occupants with easy access at the entrance and a well maintained garden surrounding it, with a beautiful sheltered lawn to the south where residents enjoyed the summer sun. However, as the cool early October weather laid testament to, sitting out was no longer really an option, though the fitter, more hardy souls could still potter along the well maintained garden paths and admire the fading blooms.
November 29th, 2014
A man is plagued by a strange childhood memory and his wife vows to find a cure.
By Lorna Brand
“Look, I don’t care what you get me for Christmas, I am fed up having this same argument every bloody year.”
John had never liked Christmas but his long suffering girlfriend Jane loved it. They had been going out for just over three years now, but unless they could get over this divide they would never be able to settle down and start their own family the way Jane so desperately wanted to. She could never have kids with someone who despised the mere thought of Santa Claus. After all, that was what all the build up was for; to see the magic of the season in the faces of children on Christmas morning.