Archive for ‘Other Punishment Stories’

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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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October 13th, 2017

A Drunken Night – Six Months Later

Another caning for the WAAF girl

By PG

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.
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October 7th, 2017

A Surprise in Store  

 

Three friends meet strict discipline. Another story 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 at 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.
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October 6th, 2017

Slap and Tickle

A girl finds the client of her dreams

by Katie Hammond

It was just after one o’clock in the afternoon as I flicked through my appointments book; there was just two for this Friday afternoon, Amanda Price at three o’clock and Helen Norman at five o’clock, both one hour sessions. It was a quiet afternoon, thankfully. I hadn’t had too many of these since I opened my massage therapy practice in town six months ago.

I had qualified as an accountant after leaving school, but I found the office work boring, the office politics unnecessary and, most often among women, particularly nasty. I decided there was more to life than that so I changed tact and took a new career path. I had put a lot of work into being a qualified massage therapist and my Dad had very generously lent, or ultimately given, me a large amount of money to start the business up. Sadly my Dad had passed away earlier in the year and I desperately wanted the business to be a success in his memory. I had also broken up with my boyfriend recently; thankfully we didn’t get round to buying our first home together. So, at twenty eight, I was living back with my Mum but I was fine with that, and she probably needed me around at the moment more than ever anyway. I came out of my daydream when I heard the sound of rain on the shop front glass. I looked out of the window and saw the umbrellas up as people scurried to the warm and comfort of their homes or cars on this very overcast and grey October afternoon.
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October 5th, 2017

Co-op Discipline

Problems are resolved in a small workplace group. By a new writer to us.

by David Baldwin

It was the early sixties at the miner’s welfare club in a small mining town in the north of England. The club was very busy, but there was a problem. A small amount of money had gone missing from the bar. One of the members was a retired policeman and three possible culprits were found. They were young ladies who worked part time behind the bar. Two of them, Helen and Margaret, worked in the local Co-op grocery store and the other, Joyce, worked in the local pit offices.
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