Archive for ‘Other Punishment Stories’

February 12, 2015

Insurance v Blackmail

Anyone who worked in an office in the 1960s, 70s or 80s will be familiar with this scene.

By Wendy A

I left school in the mid 1960s at 16 plus with three very poor O levels. My parents were very upset that I had not achieved better results that would have enabled me to either do a course at Technical College or be taken on for some sort of apprenticeship or in-house training.

I had a series of dead end jobs, as a waitress, shop assistant, shelf stacker, etc. Most of these jobs were part time and outside normal working hours of 8.30 till 5.00. At times I had more than one job, wages were low but I managed to earn enough to pay some rent to my parents, buy clothes and have a few nights out with friends.

February 5, 2015

British Intern, American Discipline

Working in America was a dream come true for this British girl, but she had to pay a price

by David

Diane Richards was a high achiever, destined, she believed, for a stellar career in big business. After A-levels she had spurned traditional courses in favour of an Applied Finance degree which guaranteed practical placements with international companies, and she had been overjoyed to learn that in the vacation before her second year she had secured an internship with a firm that not only paid her a good wage but promised experience at their Headquarters in Miami, Florida.

Once landed, Diane entered American life with gusto. She was provided with superb hotel accommodation and she shared a lavish open plan office with several other young and enthusiastic trainees. She was aware that, though the company was at the cutting edge of technology, the atmosphere was quite conservative and dominated by men who all wore immaculate suits and ties. She was glad that she had equipped herself before arrival with two expensive outfits, both consisting of a jacket and a tight knee-length skirt, which suited her slim figure admirably.

December 23, 2014

Traffic Warden

An over zealous traffic warden and a motorist come into conflict.

By Katherine Jones

It was 5.50pm and Jake Short was pleased to have finally left the boredom of his work for the day and was looking forward to his take-away chicken meal. He pulled up his aging Volvo estate in a side street near to the fried chicken shop and took a quick look at the instructions on the parking meter. He spotted that the charging regime expired at 6pm so felt he was perfectly safe to decline the invitation to feed the machine, with only ten minutes to go until the end of restrictions.

November 25, 2014

Monica’s Debt and Sally Tells All

(a sequel to Monica Caught Red-handed)

By Pat Greenham

It had been almost three months since Monica had been caned at the Tennis Club in the most amazing circumstances. She had been caught red-handed stealing money from behind the bar by Roger Havant, the Chairman of the Club and a PE Master at a local Boys Private School. Obviously she should have been reported to the Police and expelled from the Club, but as she was one of the best female players at the Club the Committee had found an alternative punishment, which Monica had leapt at. After all, the tennis club was her life and the thought of the Police horrified her, and she was genuinely ashamed.

November 16, 2014

A Hard Day at Work

Following on from Lorna’s earlier story ‘The Job She deserved’

By Lorna Brand

Zoe sat at her desk shuffling nervously and rolling her pencil across her desk with her fingertips whilst watching her teacher write out math problems on the giant black board behind his desk, trying not to make eye contact with him. Mr Stevens was particularly strict and not known for his tolerant nature. He was a tall, slight man clearly at the end of his teaching career, with his weathered face and white hair giving his age away.

Mr Stevens always insisted on wearing his long black teaching robes edged with gold piping over the top of of his black suit with shirt and school tie when teaching Zoe’s class. He always walked a little taller with his robes on which gave him a menacing confidence that unnerved the students. Zoe often thought that he looked like a character from Harry Potter but without the touch of whimsy that make them amusing.

November 5, 2014

Emma Rogers MP

An MP gets help with her expenses claim and that leads her into a situation she didn’t anticipate.

By Katherine Jones

Emma Rogers MP was a woman on a mission that morning. She had already been running with her cocker spaniel, Billie, and was now, at 6.30am, preparing for a shower and to get away as quickly as possible. Emma could not have realised as she went about her early morning routine that this would be the last time this well-rehearsed domestic scene would be played out.

The Rogers family hated these Monday mornings. Emma would leave the warmth and comfort of her constituency home for the rest of the week and reluctantly board the icy cold 2nd class carriage of the busy and often maddeningly unreliable train to London Euston. She had learned that it was best not to hang around at home on these mornings but to get moving and make the transition to her other world of politics and Westminster gossip as quickly as possible.

November 1, 2014

Lady Alice and the Pink Cards

After a brief flirtation, Lady Alice is in trouble again. The next in the series.

By Frances Stephenson

Although Lady Alice had been taken to task, quite severely, for her original flirtation with Jeremy Hayes Weston, this affair had not progressed but nonetheless there was a definite tug of attraction between the two of them. It had been many months since they last met but they happened to run across each other in a town which neither of them usually visited and it was in fact some 30 miles away from Mayton Manor.

Alice had been visiting a shop renowned for its stock of exotic foods, spices and the like. She had in mind to organise a full-blown curry evening at the Manor and wanted to buy some of the products that were not readily available locally. It was good to browse around the shops as this usually threw up all sorts of new ideas.

October 31, 2014

The Job She Deserved

A job advert offering exceedingly good pay catches the eye of a jobless graduate.

By Lorna Brand


Clatter, bang.

Maybe it wasn’t a good idea to run downstairs in high heels and a pencil skirt but no-one expects stairs to be covered in shoes, books, bags and god knows what. This was Kim and, as you can tell, her day was not going as planned.

“For goodness sake, did I not tell you to move this stuff?” She screamed as she tried to straighten her self up.

Hurrying through the living room into the kitchen, she rushed to make herself a coffee in her ‘to go’ cup, the one thing that might make her feel better since she was definitely going to be late to the office now, until she realised the milk carton that had been put back into the fridge was empty.

October 23, 2014

Satisfying A Curiosity

A young woman visits a professional for punishment. By a new writer to us.

By Sarah Costa

My name is Sarah Costa and I was born in London in 1981. My mother is English and my father is Portuguese although he has lived in the UK since he was 10. I am an only child and I was brought up speaking both Portuguese and English. My mother is a teacher and my father works as an IT technician for the Foreign Office in London.

I was considered to be a bright pupil at school and good at all sports. I played a lot of hockey in the winter and tennis in the summer. I have been lucky to have been blessed with a slim physique and dark, attractive looks. I have quite an adventurous personality but didn’t like being in major trouble at home or at school. I was popular with the kids of my own age and had a wide circle of friends, so when I came home one day, when I was 16, to be greeted with the news that my father had been posted to Brazil on a two year assignment I was not particularly pleased.

October 15, 2014

Flowers in the Rain

A girl with a foolproof plan still manages to get caught.

(The Next in the Swishing Sixties series)

by Dick Templemeads

Christine Latimer woke with a start, it was 8 O’clock on Sunday 17th September 1967 and she had just been woken by the sound of the newly acquired electric lawnmower from the garden of her next door neighbour, Mr Jones.

Christine was 19, and for six days each week she commuted from the small market town of Lanesbury to London where she worked in Hatton Garden as a trainee diamond setter. Thus she looked forward to a Sunday morning lie in, but it seemed that early every Sunday, at least in summer, that wretched man, a passionate gardener, disturbed the peace before then, self righteously toddling off to church at 10.30.