August 29th, 2016
A puzzling antique from a junk shop has mystical properties.
By Fenton Creek
I’d been working late and was on my way to the station when I stopped at a ramshackle junk and second hand furniture store, picked up a couple of paperbacks from the stand outside and wandered in to pay for them. A grey haired woman was sitting behind the glass topped counter.
“You’re open late,” I remarked.
“Oh,” she said with a smile. “I’m going to supper just around the corner at 7, thought I might as well stay open. Just those, is it?” She indicated the books I’d put down on the counter.
June 25th, 2016
Dealing with a young lady who steals. From a new writer to us
by Roderick Bottoms
Ms Stapleton glared at her young employee, Sabrina, who now fidgeted in her seat on the other side of Ms Stapleton’s desk. Sabrina seemed to be avoiding eye contact, but looked up anxiously when her boss spoke.
“Sabrina,” Ms Stapleton said, shaking her head. “This is a horrible situation! I had high hopes for you,” she sighed and trailed off. “Like you, I started as a med tech at 18 – God, 20 years ago now – and now I run my own facility. I worked hard, working my way up step by step, going to college at night, getting my degrees. I honestly saw a lot of myself in you.”
June 12th, 2016
Set in the future, tradition is maintained. By a new writer to us.
By Rebecca Fox
In the year 2340, the world was richly expanded. Many of the newly colonised planets had reorganized themselves into societies that mimicked the lost civilizations of Earth. On one planetary system, Imperial Britannia, the society had developed the customs of England in the late 19th century; a system of gentleman soldiers who protected the galaxy against foreign invaders.
Captain Killian Heber was one such distinguished officer at Imperial Command. At thirty years old, he was already in charge of an entire military base, from the lowliest cadet to the highest intelligence officer.
June 6th, 2016
A sequel to Mrs Gavin’s Prison Spanking
By Katie Hammond
I heard a tap at my bedroom door and I sleepily said: “OK, mum, I’m getting up,” but I would give myself another ten minutes in bed before getting up this Monday morning. I had been released from prison two months earlier after serving eight years for manslaughter, and was still adjusting to life on the ‘outside’ which was more difficult than I imagined. I was released on licence and had to conform to certain conditions which the Probation Service had set, one being that I had to live with my parents and only seek employment at a place approved by my probation officer. That place was a charity shop in a nearby town where I worked for the minimum wage.
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.”