Archive for ‘Other Punishment Stories’

May 17th, 2018

Paying the Rent

A student struggles to pay the rent

 By Julie Baker 

My name is Jessica and I was born in Newcastle in 1991. I have a sister called Lauren who is just over a year older than me. We have always been very close to each other with plenty of shared experiences and rarely any secrets between us. We went to the same schools in Newcastle and often played in the same sports teams despite not being in the same school years. We eventually went to different universities, but even this didn’t stop us spending a lot of time together.

Physically, we very much take after our mother. She is tall and was very much a beauty in her day. We’ve inherited our slim, athletic body shapes from her, along with her blond hair and fair skin. We are obviously sisters in appearance with similar facial looks and we both have toned bodies with tight, firm bottoms and small soft breasts. I must confess that I have always been proud of my appearance, and I’ve always enjoyed showing my body off if the opportunity presents itself!
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May 11th, 2018

The Fashionable but Painful Path to a Doctorate

A ruthless business owner takes unusual steps to get what she wants

By Angela Fox

My intercom buzzed.  I thumbed the button and said, “Yes Madge?”

“Miss Robbins, Mrs Morton has arrived. She doesn’t have an appointment but she says you were expecting her?”

“Ahh, yes. Good. Send her in would you, and I apologise for not notifying you. It had slipped my mind.”

Janet Morton was my personnel manager and company security officer, all rolled into one. She had been with me from the early days and, though having little interest in fashion herself, had been one of my best friends at school. She had originally started her own headhunting company and then, as my own business ‘Strut Fashion’ took off, she had come to work for me full time as my business grew and I needed more people.
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May 4th, 2018

The Mentor

A fictional tale based on a real-life event

By Kenny Walters

“You can get changed in here. When you’re ready, come out into the hallway and stand here, facing the wall. You have ten minutes.”

Karen Chatway smiled her thanks and entered the room. The door closed behind her as she looked around. It was a bedroom, a nice clean bedroom with pale blue walls and a white ceiling. She went over to the window and looked out onto a tidy garden surrounded by high hedges that meant no one could look in unless they were actually in the garden.

She put her bag on the bed and slid open the zip. A glance towards the closed door showed there was no lock or bolt that she could fasten, but she didn’t mind. She trusted Mr Whittaker, even though she had met him for the first time just twenty minutes ago. She stripped off her blue jeans and white woollen top, kicked off her tan coloured comfortable shoes and sat on the edge of the bed in just her black lacy French knickers and bra.
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May 4th, 2018

The question of realism (Part 1)

An Article by PG

I write this as a review of some of my stories. Additionally as a huge thank you to all readers of Kenny’s superb site that have read my various stories. There have been fifty stories in all. Which at an average of 3000 words means that I have 150,000 words that currently sit on the OTD website. During the last few years I have become friends with Kenny and shared some mutual friends that I know have a similar interest in the world of CP.

The reason that ‘Jackie made to pay’ will be my last story follows a lot of conversation with Kenny and the editorial direction that the OTD site is taking, which whilst excellent does not fit with my particular fantasies which pretty much always involve a female being caned on the bare bottom by a male. Kenny’s view, which of course I respect, is that the majority of OTD readers find this too far from reality. By way of explanation, it is perhaps worth talking about my background and how my interest started.
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April 30th, 2018

Secretary

A secretary is offered an unusual training program to help correct her errors.

By Steven Wilson

Richard Allen lifted his eyes from the papers strewn across his desk and allowed himself to be distracted by the sight presented before him. On the far side of his desk, perhaps eight feet in front of him, was Sandra Holt, his secretary. She had her back to him and was bending over scrabbling around in the bottom drawer of a filing cabinet searching for a file of some description. Most women would probably have squatted down on their knees to do such a task but Sandra had bent at the waist and now her bottom was thrust upwards and outwards towards Richard’s desk, a vision he found hard to take his eyes away from.
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April 23rd, 2018

John’s story – the Sequel

The headmasters pays a visit to the mother

By Ricky Richards

It was early Saturday evening and John Jackson, Headmaster of Westwood School, was just leaving the school. The term had finished the day before and he felt more free than he had for a long time. He was feeling excited, but apprehensive, as he was about to drive to Karen Robinson’s cottage about ten miles away. It was late June and still sunny late in the day.

Four days earlier Karen, the mother of a potential future pupil, had come to the school and during a discussion about discipline, had, to his amazement, asked to be caned in the same way that her son might expect should he ever need to be disciplined. This meant three hard strokes with a thin cane on her very small bottom. John obliged and Karen was shocked by the pain but soon regained her composure and, during the conversation that followed, it was agreed that he should visit Karen the next weekend for dinner. He had remembered to buy a bottle of white wine, as Karen had requested. He had also bought a bottle of New Zealand Pinot Noir, not knowing what they were going to eat. It took him a little longer than anticipated to find the cottage and he was beginning to feel a bit flustered, but quickly calmed down when he saw Karen waiting at the front door of the cottage, smiling and looking very fetching in a summer blouse and beige linen slacks.
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April 6th, 2018

Sharing

After the events in ‘Visiting my Domme for the Cane’, our heroine takes the next step.

By PW

I have written before about visiting a domme, and after a couple of times with her I began to feel more relaxed in her presence. I was aware she had a considerable clientele but she always had time for me; everything together was relaxed and unhurried and when I was with her she made me feel quite special, the centre of attention, despite the actual situation being something that was perhaps not quite run of the mill!

But at the end of my third visit the smoothness was interrupted. It was a Friday, chosen so that I could use the weekend as recovery time, but heavy traffic had meant I was late and although I called ahead to let Mistress know I was in a tailback from some roadworks, I was still late. It wasn’t really my fault, I had allowed an extra thirty minutes but the delay was over an hour. Mistress was still polite, of course, but once changed I had to listen to an icy lecture about being better prepared, at the end of which I was invited to bend over the desk and take my panties down so that I could be reminded to be more punctual in future. Three sizzling strokes of the cane left me in no doubt I was in the doghouse and as we went on to the uniform inspection, and later on the tests, I was repeatedly caned for other failings and ended up with a hot and sore bottom by the time my session came to an end.
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April 2nd, 2018

Reporting for Punishment

A young woman faces her punishment

By Katherine Jones

Samantha Greenway glanced quickly at her phone in response to the alert. It told her exactly what she expected it to say. “I will see you now.” Sam drained her coffee, picked up her bag and nervously smoothed down her skirt.

Her mind suddenly went back to the shame of that often-remembered school day when she was summoned, blushing, to the Housemistress’s room after being caught lending out her homework to her friend Nicky. She recalled the sting of the ruler on the fingers of her left hand and the deep embarrassment of the whole incident.
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March 24th, 2018

John’s Story

A mother looking for a school for her son has a strange request. By a new writer to us.

By Ricky Richards

It was a late June morning in 1956 and John Jackson, Headmaster of Westwood School, was feeling contented. The term was coming to an end, only Speech Day to get through, and applications from parents who wanted to send their sons to his school looked very promising. He had interviewed several prospective parents already this week and was sure they had been impressed. There was a knock on the door.

“Come in,” he called, and his secretary, Mary Fitzpatrick, a very slight and demure 25-year-old, entered.
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March 23rd, 2018

Nurse Bolton

Continuing the series, District Nurse Bolton gets a taste of her own Medicine

By Tara Patterson

Maggie Bolton was forty years old. She was a district nurse attached to a small Yorkshire cottage hospital. She had returned to work once her two children had become settled in grammar school. Her Husband, Neil, was not only a doctor but also one of the practice partners of the Hospital. This was the swinging sixties, not that there was much swinging in the Bolton household. Life was quite traditional, and both Maggie and her husband had been brought up in strict households with strong values; values that they were now passing down to their children. Maggie looked through the serving hatch of her kitchen at her two children, both still in their grey school uniforms. Charlotte, who was thirteen, and Peter, fifteen, were both concentrating hard at their homework. As they worked, Peter seemed to be fidgeting in his seat and looked a little uncomfortable.
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