Archive for ‘Other Punishment Stories’

February 7th, 2016

Morgan Event

A girl yearns for past times. By a new writer to us.

By Kane Strokes

It was mid week, and already Liz was feeling stressed, and stressed was the number one thing Liz didn’t want; she had turned that corner. No longer was she prepared to allow work to cause her stress or any other health issues. She picked up her time sheet, here we are, midday Wednesday, and already she had worked enough hours to take her to Thursday evening. I’m taking some time off now, she decided.

Liz locked her computer, left the office and walked out of the museum, telling Stuart on her way out she’d be gone for at least two hours. Stepping outside the museum, Liz took a deep breath of what she hoped would be fresh air, to be disappointed that the air was a mixture of fumes from passing vehicles. As she walked around the city streets she came across a newly opened motor museum. Although a busman’s holiday, Liz decided to go in, maybe introduce herself to the curator, but to start with, get an idea of the museum from their exhibits.

December 24th, 2015

Festive Memory from Twenty Years Ago

An office worker looks back

By Pat Greenham

“Take off everything below the waist please.”

I knew I had only myself to blame having been told earlier to see the Boss after everyone had gone home. I looked at him as he repeated: “Take off your trousers and knickers, and get into position over the stool.”

It was earlier in the day that I had an uncomfortable meeting with the Boss who asked why the bill for the staff Christmas Party included a meal for two at a date in October, which added over a £100 to the total. I had been well and truly caught.

December 15th, 2015

Late for work – Again

Surprising developments in the work place.

by Lisamum

Lorna hurried into work all hot and flustered. Late again. Unfortunately, to get to the room that she worked in she had to pass the practice manager’s office and she would see that Lorna was late again.

‘Perhaps she won’t see me,’ thought Lorna as she crept up the stairs and tiptoed along the corridor.

She reached the manager’s door and crept past.

“Lorna!” Came a shout from within.

‘Damn,’ thought Lorna. ‘She’s seen me.’

She stopped in her tracks and went back and put her head round the door.

“Morning Sal,” she said cheerily.

“Late again I see,” said Sally.

“Not by much,” replied Lorna.

December 1st, 2015

Hannah’s Story

A girl seeks temporary work and gets a surprise

By Sarah Fairly-Brown

My name is Hannah and I was born in Sheffield in January 1993 into a prosperous middle class family. I have two older brothers, and we all went to fee paying day schools in the city. I was academically bright and represented South Yorkshire at hockey in every school year from the age of 14. I studied English, Maths and Drama at A level and achieved an A grade pass in each subject. I accepted a place to study English at Leeds University and I graduated two summers ago with a 2:1 degree.

November 29th, 2015

Rebecca’s side of the story

This is a fictional story to follow the True Recollection ‘Punishment at work’

by Pat Greenham

My name is Rebecca, and I noticed that my ex boss, James Turner, recently told the story of the punishments he gave me during my employment at the fertiliser company in the South West, four years ago. I thought that you might be interested in my side of the story.

I applied for the job as a graduate straight from university. James initially interviewed me and he came across as a nice chap but was strangely a little nervous. He was also a little flirtatious which I did not mind. I have always prided myself on fitness and knew that I have a figure to be proud of. I was invited back for a second interview with him and one of his colleagues, and was delighted to be offered the job, which I accepted. I had studied History at University and had fully expected to go into teaching, but toward the end of my third year I made the decision to change direction and try the commercial world.

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.