Archive for ‘Other Punishment Stories’

January 20th, 2018

Blushing Blossoms

Two girls chat on the phone. By a new writer to us.

By Alex B

Julie and Rachel had met online at Blushing Blossoms, a website dedicated to single women curious about others who were interested in the world of erotic discipline. They had exchanged messages for a few weeks, sharing stories and photographs. Then one of Rachel’s letters included her phone number.

“Hello, Rachel? This is Julie from San Diego.”

“Oh. Hi, Julie!”

“You free to talk?” The conversation was simple and pleasant for a few minutes.

Then Rachel ventured past the bounds of the weather and other pleasantries. “So, how did you get interested in spanking?”

January 13th, 2018

Like Daughter, Like Mother

Following on from a previous story, mother and daughter face their disciplinarian


“I suppose it was when I had got over the initial shock,” said Penny Brown to her daughter, Helen. “It’s not nice to think of a child of your own being treated like that. But then again, as I expect you are about to remind me, you are not a child anymore.”

It was a chat in the kitchen between mother and daughter about a rather unusual incident that had happened a few months earlier. Helen duly answered with a smile.

Indeed, as Mrs Brown had just said, her daughter was not a child any longer; her twentieth birthday was only a matter of a few days away. It was early September and they were talking about their visit to former headmaster James Simmons the previous July, when Helen had undergone a disciplinary session. After a somewhat tense meeting afterwards between the Headmaster and Mrs Brown, following Helen’s quite severe caning, matters had been smoothed out, and more in fact, but after they had got over that day the rest of the summer had rolled pleasantly by them.

December 18th, 2017

Visiting my Domme for the Cane

A writer tells of her own experiences of visiting a professional disciplinarian


None of this ‘special, but secret’ part of my life makes a lot of sense, I know. I am a single woman, in my mid 30s and so at the time of life when the search for a man can be at its most frantic. I also have a very good, very well paid job that I genuinely enjoy; quite frankly I love it. I am still decent looking; I have quite a good figure (careful diet, gym at least twice a week without fail). I dress well (I have to for my job) and even though I say it myself I scrub up well too. I do splash out a bit on good cosmetics but I certainly don’t need to shovel it on. I can get my work face together in less than ten minutes although if we have anything special going on I do make an extra effort, obviously. I am well educated and although I didn’t quite make Oxbridge, I didn’t miss by much.

November 6th, 2017

Halloween Horrors

A couple attend a Halloween party

By Paul S

Mike and Pam were living together and were in their late twenties. They had been invited to a racy Halloween party by Pete and Susan, old friends in high places with a reputation for throwing outlandish parties where literally anything goes.

They should know; they still have some of the outrageous photos from previous parties, strewn with spray streamers, bottles, cigarettes and something a bit stronger.

Pete asked Mike how he and Pam proposed coming, so he could arrange a fancy dress competition. Mike said he would come as a demon headmaster and Pam planned to come as a ghoulish waif.

November 5th, 2017

A Surprise in Store

Three girls are punished for shoplifting. Another from the archives 

by Kenny Walters 

A crow screeched a warning message from somewhere up in the treetops, temporarily drowning out the crunching of Amy’s feet on the gravel drive as she approached the large forbidding Victorian house. Certainly the bird’s message was meant for its compatriots, but for the slim blond haired girl a shiver down her spine made it seem as though the crow was shouting its warning to her.

Amy hurried on, feeling only marginally safer once she’d reached the heavy dark blue painted front door. She searched the frame for a doorbell push button, failed to see one, then made her presence known by rapping on a large heavy brass door knocker in the centre of the door.

October 23rd, 2017

Trouble at the Nurses Home

Another story in the series, going back to earlier events

By Tara Patterson


Navy Staff Nurse Meryl Taylor once again tried the door handle on the front door of the Nurses home. It was locked. As the church clock began to chime midnight, she muttered under her breath: “Worse opening hours than the Navy, this place, or school for that matter.”

Meryl, unusually, was not in uniform; today had been a rare day off. She was dressed in jeans, blue Clarks sandals, a checked blouse and a navy blue duffle coat, her auburn hair tied in a loose pony tail. This was the autumn of 1976. The twenty-five year old Royal Navy nurse was on a short term placement to a North Yorkshire cottage hospital to help cover a staff shortage. Several of the nurses had left unexpectedly, leaving the small hospital dangerously understaffed and under threat of closure. The hospital was a typical Yorkshire cottage hospital. The nursing staff not only covered the surgical wards and out-patients clinics but also acted as the local midwifes and district Nurses. It was still very traditionally run. Matron, no one actually used or knew her real name, still ruled the roost both in the wards and in the converted Victorian Villa next door that acted as the Nurses home.

October 21st, 2017

When an Incentive is Needed

A swimming coach helps a squad member to maintain standards 

By Julie Baker

My name is Cara Curry. I am 39 years old and happily married with two small children. I was born in Birmingham and I was brought up as an only child in Solihull. I attended local schools which managed to give me a good enough education to be able to go to university to study English. My childhood was unremarkable and I was never in any serious trouble at home or at school. I have always been a very sociable person with a wide circle of friends but I was often criticised in those earlier years for lacking application and not making the best of my abilities.

October 18th, 2017

A Strict Diet

Emma finds an old magazine and a new idea to help her with her strict diet

By Paul S

Mark and Emma were both aged around 30. They were recently married and planned to move house from a rented bedsit flat to a new 2 bed home, recently vacated by an elderly lady who died.

The estate agent said she had been an administrator at a former local private girls’ school for many years which sadly was no more, having closed in 1992. However, local people spoke very highly of the school and lamented its passing. Many of its former staff and pupils had either passed away or lost contact.

October 14th, 2017

Retired Headmistress

A retired headmistress finds it hard to abandon her old lifestyle

By Sally Cavendish

Miss Harriet Stevenson, lately headmistress of a girls’ school in south-east London and now the sole proprietor of a bed-and-breakfast establishment in Kent, did not really miss her days in the teaching profession. It was a stressful job and it had taken its toll. Long before she taught her last history class, she was conscious of having been round the same educational block too many times. In modern parlance, she was the victim of burn-out.

When one of her former pupils came to visit her, she was always glad to see them and talk about the good old days over a cup of tea. She even gave them a 25 per cent discount on her standard B & B rates. But she did not, if she was honest, regret taking early retirement at the age of just 57. It had been time to move on.

October 13th, 2017

A Drunken Night – Six Months Later

Another caning for the WAAF girl


Mavis Smith had kept her nose clean for 6 months, but there was a party in town on a Saturday which was actually at the same bar where she had got into trouble previously. The party was being organised by her best friend and she was persuaded to attend. This was despite being told by her Unit Commander when she was in so much trouble 6 months earlier to avoid the bar and in particular to avoid the group of men from the football club. Mavis told herself that she knew she had to be careful and in particular not to have too many drinks.