Archive for ‘Other Punishment Stories’

October 30th, 2015

Bad Day at the Office

Poor Sales figures mean another reprimand 

By Lisamum 

Our story this time takes place late one Friday afternoon in the office of Debbie Williams, a thirty something sales manager of a pharmaceutical company. She is studying a computer print-out of last months sales figures of one of her new staff, Karen Oliver. She picks up the phone and dials the number.

“Karen, come into my office now, please.”

A few moments later there is a knock on the door.

“Come in.”

“You want to see me Debbie?” Enquired Karen, stepping into the office.

Karen is early twenties, fairly tall with dark hair and wearing a dark blue trouser suit.

October 9th, 2015

Trick or Treat?

Another seasonal tale from another writer.

By Lorna Brand

Kirsty and Kelly were best of friends. They had known each other through collage and decided to share there first home together. They bought a cute little flat just big enough for them in the centre of town so they were close to the pubs, clubs and night life they both loved so much. It was also convenient for Kelly’s boyfriend to drop in most mornings as he worked nights, not that Kirsty minded; they all got on really well and enjoyed spending time together.

On this particular Saturday night, it happened to be Halloween. Kelly was putting the finishing touches to the last pumpkin to put outside the door and Kirsty had made provisions for their first year of trick or treaters. The girls couldn’t wait to scare all the kids coming to the door ‘guising’, and were getting more excited as the night got closer.

October 5th, 2015

Just another Day in the Sewing Room

A Period Piece from a new writer to us and inspired by a drawing which can be viewed at:

By Tiredny

It was another rainy day at the Weston Reformatory for Women and the inmates were unusually restless. The prison bell had just clanged at 6:45am signaling the end of breakfast and the beginning of the work day. This set the inmates scurrying to their assigned work place.

Failure to arrive to work on time at 7:00am meant certain punishment. Many of the inmates were forced to cross the big prison yard and this meant they would arrive soaking wet. It also slowed them down due to the soft mud they were forced to sprint over. Many were worried they’d be late and that meant getting punished by the matron in charge of their work detail.

September 22nd, 2015

The Tale of a Weekend

A lover’s tiff leads to unusual consequences at work and school.

By Jane Fairweather

“No! I will not go out to the pictures with you tonight!” Geraldine Hislop said very loudly in a voice that was close to a scream, though she had gone to the pictures with Gerald Ibbotson most Friday nights for nearly two years.

Her boyfriend of those nearly two years smiled sardonically, for he was well used to her flashes of defiance, and said quietly: “But it is Dr Zhivago and the reviews are wonderful. If we don’t catch it this week then we won’t. And I will pay!”

“You mean your bloody parents will pay. You ought to get a little job like me.”

August 1st, 2015

Have You Thought About Becoming a Nurse?

Another flashback to Meryl Taylor’s youth recalling the incident that sparked the beginning of her Nursing career.

By Tara Patterson

Mr Rose, the Deputy Headmaster of Queen Anne’s, stood at the lectern at the end of morning prayers on this May 1968 morning and addressed the school.

“You will be pleased to know that your Headmistress is recovering well after her surgery following her unfortunate riding accident. She is expected to make a full recovery and return to her duties soon but in the mean time I will be acting headmaster.”

Mr Rose then continued into a long lecture about reinforcing the school rules and discipline. Sixth form pupil Meryl Taylor wasn’t listening. Her mind wandered; she thought about her home in York and her recent locomotive footplate trip with her father during the Easter holiday. Suddenly something in the Headmasters speech snapped her out of her daze and grabbed her attention.

July 23rd, 2015

Trouble at the Agency

The manager of a failing estate agency is encouraged to do better.

By David

Philip Norton was a very angry man. For years he had built up a string of Estate Agencies, working on the principle of maximum delegation to the local managers. These managers and their staff were expected to acquire an intimate knowledge of their areas, to become involved with community events, and to cultivate an almost personal relationship with their clients. It required dedication on their part beyond any nine-to-five job and it had paid off in every case – except one. Philip had no doubt the fault in that one case lay in staff attitude. He would have to pay them an urgent visit, and he would go equipped with the means to secure better performance in the future.

July 3rd, 2015

Late seeking justice

A professional disciplinarian gets an unusual call

By Kenny Walters

Samantha Livingstone looked out from her kitchen window down the mews garage lined street below. Rain was lashing down and washing over the old cobbled road. Her phone rang.

“Mistress Samantha!”

When the caller didn’t answer immediately, Samantha remained silent. New clients did sometimes take a few moments to work up enough courage to speak.

“I’m sorry…” The caller hesitated.

“Can I help you?” Samantha enquired gently, rather surprised by the female voice.

“I, um, saw your advert.”

“My advert? Yes.”

“I was wondering, would you be prepared to see me?”

“Yes, I can see you. You’ve been a naughty girl, presumably?”

June 29th, 2015

The Circus

A visit to the circus leads to a strange experience (told from two viewpoints)

By Lorna Brand

Her story

The most absurd situation I have ever found myself in was lying over the lap of Mrs Tickles the clown in the middle of a circus ring while she chastise me with an over-sized comedy slipper!

Although I am twenty now, to mark the start of summer every year the circus comes to our town and it became an odd tradition for my parents to take me which I secretly looked forward to.

This year it was a little different as we were not able to go to the matinee show like we normally do, which gave me a bit more time on my hands for an extra glass of wine with our afternoon tea. This extra little glass gave me just the right amount of sass and cheek to get me noticed by the clowns. Somewhere in the middle of the show I guess I was being quite loud when the clowns started their act.

June 4th, 2015


Struggling with diets amid sweet temptations leads a woman to seek special help.

By Lorna Brand

“We all have a self-destruct button hidden within us but some are more obvious than others. A quick trigger-temper, laziness, low motivation, they all have the same result. You don’t achieve your goal, your potential; you end up stuck, not going any further. You literally stop yourself from doing the best you can.”

Heather listened intently to the charismatic speaker. She had only come along as a favour to her friend who went to these ‘life coach’ talks as often as she could, but these words resonated within Heather as they left the theatre.

May 26th, 2015

Camping Trip

Three friends go on one last camping trip

By Lorna Brand

The clatter of poles and the dank smell of farm animals filled the air as Melanie, Hanna and Sonya struggled to put up their old family sized tent as the storm approached. The hills they chose to make their home for the weekend looked so inviting from the ground below; fresh and green, with the sun moving along from one to the other, changing the seasons instantly with a magical touch. The rocky heather and bracken covered hills were occupied only by sheep, rabbits and the odd kestrel, making it the perfect retreat for the girls to catch up with each other.