February 6th, 2016
A woman experiences prison discipline
by Katie Hammond
I slowly opened my eyes looking at the dim light in the corridor in front of me. I immediately recounted the events of yesterday, but the reassurance that it was just a bad dream wouldn’t go and as I opened my eyes fully my view only confirmed that it did actually happen.
I looked at the bars surrounding my single bed. Well it was actually a cot which I was lying in, situated in the middle of a small grey and white window-less room in a prison sickbay, the door removed for security purposes. Straight in front of me is the corridor which leads off to around a dozen or so more rooms exactly like the one I was in.
January 3rd, 2016
When a friend turns up unannounced, a housewife is in for a nasty surprise.
By Kenny Walters
The doorbell rang and Jane Vincent’s heart missed a beat. She put her pen down on the kitchen work-surface, gave her hands a quick rub on the towel hanging near the sink and went to the door. With heart pounding, she carefully pulled the door ajar.
“Oh Susan! I’m sorry, I was expecting… oh, never mind. Come in!”
“How’s things?” Susan Carter let her friend close the front door and then followed her through to the kitchen.
“Oh, well, you know.” Jane answered. “Coffee?”
Five minutes later, Jane Vincent, a forty-three year old mother of two was sitting in her own front room with a friend, Susan Carter. They had first met when Jane’s youngest boy had started school at the same time as Susan’s only daughter. That was eight years ago, and through various school and social activities they had become friends, if not close friends.
June 17th, 2015
In the next part of the series we learn a little more of Matron’s past.
By Tara Patterson
Tara stood before Matron Taylor in her new uniform. As was usual at Queen Anne’s it was everything you would expect from a traditional nurse’s uniform; a burgundy short-sleeved dress with white piping on the sleeves, a white elastic belt and a starched white hat. Along with the uniform, Tara had been instructed to wear a pair of sheer stockings and white plimsolls. Matron had even included a silver nurse’s fob watch and a brooch with the school logo.
“The plimsolls are so you can move around the corridors after lights out without being heard,” quipped Matron Taylor. “Didn’t you ever wonder why I was able to catch you up to no good so many times? You look quite the part though. We thought burgundy would be the ideal colour, seeing as you are not a qualified nurse. Your first aid qualifications are more than adequate for your duties as my deputy though. How does it feel for you Under-Matron Patterson?”
February 8th, 2015
An actress agonises over the offer of a part.
By Katherine Jones
“Andrea, I don’t think you will ever get a better offer!” These conclusive words from her agent finally tipped the balance for Andrea and, running her hands through her hair, she said tearfully: “Ok you are right, I will do it.”
The actress, Andrea Shaw, had been looking at the outline script she had been sent almost nonstop over the previous two days. This phone call discussion with her agent had finally resolved her to go ahead and accept the lead role of Marianne Beer.
Andrea was facing her 35th birthday and knew that her opportunities for significant roles were gradually diminishing. The British-American production of a film of a turbulent part of Marianne’s life was potentially a significant role for Andrea which could extend and enhance her career.
February 3rd, 2015
A holiday in a far off clime turns sour, but…
By Old Tom and Susan Thomas
He whipped the cane through the air and the sound electrified me. The swish sent me into a strange place where I imagined bending over, my skirt pulled tightly against my bottom. The cane would swish venomously and now hit my bottom. I tried to imagine how it would feel.
I shook my head and found he was looking intently at my face, a sardonic smile on his.
“Would you like to try receiving a few? You could bend over that chair. A few strokes to find out what it feels like?”
January 21st, 2015
A Sequel to Stacey’s Gym Skirt
by Katie Hammond
For the second morning in a row, the alarm clock had awoken me in the middle of a dream or, more accurately for this morning, a nightmare. I reached for the off button and closed my eyes. It was a dream wasn’t it? Going back to school, the teachers, losing my gym skirt, walking around school in gym knickers, the spanking and that photograph. Within a few seconds, my still sleepy head awoke enough to confirm my fears; yes it was real all too real.
I reached down to the floor and picked up the paper, turning to the inside back pages. Yes, it was there for all to see; Claire and Heather holding me up open-legged in my gym knickers under the headline: “Volleyball Star’s Double Spread.”
December 27th, 2014
In a previous story, we heard about the caning of a disgraced MP. Years later, her daughter finds herself in trouble
By Katherine Jones
It was nearing 11am on 3rd July 2023 and Philippa Rogers needed to make a decision. Not at all impressed by her options, she had begun to think that it was time to talk to her mother and get her take on what it was best to do.
Philippa’s mother, Emma Rogers now 51 years old, worked for a major voluntary organisation and was a campaigner for women’s rights, particularly in relation to prison reform and the wider penal system. She was better known, however, as a former MP who had served 9 months of a 27 month prison sentence in 2010 for theft and false accounting related to her MP’s expenses.
October 21st, 2014
A follow on from Katherine’s story ‘Over the Limit’, the Correctional Services Officer involved faces a disciplinary tribunal.
By Katherine Jones
“Turner, please stand.”
Lucy felt her Union Official, Anna, grip hold of her hand and saw her offer a supportive smile as she began to get to her feet. Once stood, Lucy looked across at the sombre faces of the all-male disciplinary panel who were about to pronounce sentence.
Lucy had been the Correctional Services Officer who had supervised the caning of TV sports presenter Lizzie Arnett six months ago. The leaking of the CCTV footage of Lizzie’s caning had caused a nationwide scandal and a desperate hunt for scapegoats within the Correctional Service. As she awaited the outcome of the disciplinary hearing Lucy knew that, whatever the verdict, she had played no conscious or intentional part in the leaking of the CCTV footage.
October 18th, 2014
A girl is convicted of a motoring offence and receives a harsh penalty. A follow-up to an old story.
By Frances Stephenson
“Welcome to Ebchester Correction Centre. My name is Julienne and I will be looking after you today. Hold on, don’t I know you? Susie Brackenshaw? Yes, of course! I thought I recognised the name, but now I have seen you I am sure I do.”
“Yes, you do.” Susie admitted shyly. “You ushered me through the system about nine months ago.”
“Yes, it’s all coming back to me now,” gushed Julienne. “You were given eight strokes for a speeding violation, is that right?”
“Perfectly correct,” said Susie blushing slightly. “I was caught speeding and admitted to not concentrating. Therefore two strokes were added to the usual six.”
September 12th, 2014
Being in the public eye makes life harder when you break the law.
By Katherine Jones
“Arnett!” Lizzie jumped to her feet and made her way across the waiting room to the door being held open by the white coated man. He beckoned her through to a dimly lit corridor and then snapped handcuffs on her with a silent menace.
Lizzie now walked in front of the man, head bowed, reflecting on how she had found herself in this awful situation. Lizzie Arnett was a 41 year old TV sports presenter living a happy and satisfying professional and personal life in the north of England. However the events of a Saturday, four weeks ago, spent working in London had turned her life upside down.