Archive for ‘Domestic Spanking Stories’

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.

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 23rd, 2016

A New Year’s Story

A domestic punishment told from two people’s perspective

By Lorna Brand

Scott’s version:

31st Dec

This is my last diary entry for this year and since it’s not likely I will do this when I get home I thought I would write before I go out. I picked up some little presents for Sue today. I know Christmas has just passed but tonight is the start of our year. We will be Mr and Mrs before the end of next month so I want to make it as special and memorable for us as possible. I want to remember every second of tonight so in years to come I can tell our kids about it. I know it’s not the crazy New Year’s Eve that we are used to but it will be our night, just our night. Sophistication all the way!

January 19th, 2016

The Au Pair

In charge of two boys, a young au pair makes mistakes

By Pat Greenham 

“I am going to cane you for this.” 

I already knew that I was in serious trouble and also knew the only alternative was dismissal, so I told him that I would accept and was sent to his study to wait. 

This was over twenty years ago and remains a very powerful memory. At the time I was employed as an Au Pair by an author who worked from his home in Southern Ireland. My employer had two boys and they had sadly lost their mother to a terminal illness; my role was to look after the boys, take them to and from school and run the house doing the shopping, the cleaning and preparing the meals. 

January 9th, 2016

Was It Worth It

Twin Girls find their school and their parents take a different view to a topical issue of the early 20th century.

By Lisamum

1912, and two twin girls, Geraldine, and Sophia, daughters of Mr and Mrs Croxley, had been sent home from their exclusive boarding school. They had been caught sneaking back into the school after attending a suffragette meeting, a movement for which they were strong supporters. Their punishment was suspension from the school for four days after a severe telling-off from the headmistress. Their mother had received a telegram telling her of the decision and that the girls would be on their way home. The girls arrived home and rang the doorbell. Their mother opened the door and said nothing until after the girls had stepped inside.

January 6th, 2016

Aunt Meryl

Matron has some time away during the holidays but is disappointed by her Goddaughters attitude. The next in the series.

By Tara Patterson

The two members of the medical staff of Queen Anne school, Ambleside were relaxing in the Matron’s sitting room. It was getting near the end of the Christmas term. It had just gone lights out. The school was quiet. Sixty-five year old matron Meryl Taylor kicked off her white plimsolls and took off her uniform belt. She gave a long sigh as she stretched out on the floral sofa.

“You look tired Meryl,” said her colleague, under-matron Patterson, as she brought in their evening coco. “Are you going away over the holidays or are you staying here? I’m looking forward to a few weeks at home. It’s my turn to cook Christmas dinner this year; it gives Mum a break.”

December 22nd, 2015

The Reluctant Mother

Do parents always know what their daughters are getting up to?

By Lisamum

We are back in the 1970s when physically disciplining ones offspring was still the norm. Mrs Janet Dove, mother of eighteen year old twins David and Hannah, is having a morning cup of tea with her friend, Wendy Johnson.

“You seem very preoccupied, Janet, is something wrong?” Asked Wendy, as she sipped her tea.

“Well, yes, there is, but it’s something I’m not very proud of,” replied Janet.

“Care to tell me about it?”

“I suppose I must; I need to tell somebody, get it off my chest,” replied Janet, almost in tears.

“Come along, dear, you can tell me. We’ve been friends for long enough.”

December 9th, 2015


Even though you know the deal, waiting can still be difficult.

By Lorna Brand

Jane stood in a thin, navy, silky night-slip, her bare feet feeling the warmth of the thick cream pile carpet as she wriggled her toes threw the fibres. She glanced at the tall carriage clock on the mantelpiece; 7.40 am. Not long to go now.

The ticking seemed to be getting louder as she unintentionally allowed herself to focus on the countdown just a little bit too long; tick, tick, tick. It echoed through her chest as every part of her body pulsed in rhythm. Quickly, she tried to redirect her mind to calm herself down. Looking around for a distraction, her eyes darted back and forth over the little room.

December 7th, 2015

Victorian Family Discipline

High standards in a Victorian household

By Lisamum

Mrs Verall was crossing the landing of her house when she heard laughing coming from her daughters’ bedroom. Curiosity got the better of her, and she opened the door. Her two children, Daisy and George, twins aged eighteen, were kneeling on the floor looking at a magazine. Upon their mother’s entry, Daisy quickly scooped it up and hid it behind her back.

“What are you looking at that is so amusing?” Asked their mother.

“Nothing Mother, just a silly magazine.” Replied Daisy.

“From where did you obtain this magazine?” Asked mother.

Daisy and George looked at one another.

“We found it, Mother,” said George, with guilt written all over his face.

December 1st, 2015

A Victorian Whipping

The Way it used to be in Victorian Times

By Lisamum

The year is 1875 and Mrs Askew, the wife of an eminent doctor, was taking the air near to her home in a fashionable part of London. As she passed a row of large terraced houses, she noticed a house with a brass plate next to the door, which she hadn’t seen before. Curiosity got the better of her and she mounted the three steps to the door to read the plate.

It said:

Mrs D Massey Professional Chastiser.

She shrugged and moved on. The following week she was sitting in her lounge browsing through her ladies magazine when an advertisement caught her eye.