February 9th, 2018

Housekeeping Duties

A girl finds a new job with unusual terms and conditions

 By Julie Baker

My name is Hannah, I’m 31 years old and I’ve lived most of my life in Birmingham. My Mum and Dad are both teachers and I did well at school, gaining good enough A Level grades to be able to study history at Durham University. Sport has also been a big part of my life playing a good standard of hockey through the winter and county standard tennis during the summer months. I would say that I have a confident, outward going personality and I’ve never been short of friends of either sex. I’m reasonably tall with a slim but muscular build. I have a dark complexion with jet black hair and my fiends often tease me that I have a hot, Mediterranean style make-up!

January 31st, 2018

A Twigging for Three

Three best friends get into trouble at school

By Brian Melville

Marybeth Thomas, Amelia Nichols and Christina Underwood have been best friends since they can remember. With their parents also being close friends for many years, the girls were more like sisters than friends.

All three girls were sixth form students at St Peter’s Catholic School for girls, situated in the west of England. The hundred year old school had a rich tradition and a very high standard when it came to discipline. Teachers had the authority to give any girl up to six strokes with the slipper across the seat of her skirt, and the headmistress could give up to a dozen strokes of the slipper. She was also the only member of staff to cane any girl, across the seat of her gym knickers, anything from one to eight strokes, with her three foot long, crook handled cane, in her study.

January 24th, 2018

Not-So-Jolly Hockey Sticks

A girl’s hockey career is helped on, whether she likes it or not. By a new writer to us

By Sarah Jaynes

“Training is next Tuesday night on the Astro-turf, same time, same place.”

A flurry of movement and muted murmurings could be heard as the players began to disperse.

“Katie Allen, please wait behind to see me.”

I froze; a rabbit well and truly caught in the headlights, eyes wide with baited breath held. What this time? What could I have possibly done to warrant yet another one-to-one with my newly found nemesis, Mr Shanks?

It’d been only two weeks since our regular coach, Mrs McGinnis, had left the county scene on maternity leave and a better hockey coach one could never have asked for. She was firm but always fair, we used to call her the ‘witch in the wardrobe’, an affectionate name that reflected her no nonsense attitude to players who missed practise or who were found to be lacking in application.

January 22nd, 2018

Scream Test

Two nurses find a way of boosting their income

By Angela Fox

Chapter 1 Opportunities

“Hello Lynne, may I join you?”

I was in the hospital cafeteria eating my salad and I glanced up from my plate to see Anne Jenkins, who was the ward Sister on the third floor, starting to pull a chair out from the table where I was already eating my lunch. Anne was an acquaintance I had known for a couple of years though I generally only saw her when I delivered one of the patients from the casualty department, where I worked, to her floor.

I smiled and said, “Please. Join me. I could use some company.”

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 16th, 2018

Jackie Made to Pay

A marital problem resolved


Jackie had been married for thirty-one years and was soon to celebrate her fiftieth birthday. Her marriage has been a great success and she and her husband had a daughter and son both in their twenties and both with excellent jobs in the City. However, it might have been very different had her husband had not given her a second chance a little over a year into their marriage. The thirty-year anniversary was approaching of when she received a devastating caning at the hands of her husband. At the time he had been furious and their marriage had very nearly ended, and this is story of what happened almost thirty years previously.

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.

January 11th, 2018


A school secretary explores her relationship with the headmaster

By Hilary Wilmington

“Mrs Burford, you were late again this morning,” said Mr Clements.

“I’m sorry, headmaster,” said Lucy Burford, “It is just that my bus is supposed to get in at eight thirty-five and usually it is on time, but sometimes it arrives late.  There isn’t really anything I can do about it.”

Mr Clements remained silent, which probably made a greater impression on Lucy than anything he might have said. She had only been working for him for three weeks and she was quite in awe of him. Not that she minded being in awe of him. It seemed perfectly proper to her. This was her very first job, despite the fact that she was over thirty years old now. She had got married just before getting her secretarial qualifications and the three children had soon followed in quick succession. Considering her lack of experience and the length of time that had elapsed since her training, she had been lucky to get this job as school secretary. The money would be very useful and she and her husband were already planning a more ambitious holiday than they had ever had before.

January 10th, 2018

Second Appointment

A sequel to the previous story ‘And Mother Makes Four’

By Harry James

It is Friday 29th November 1996, three weeks exactly since both Dorothy Wilston and her daughter, Head Girl Marjorie, were caned in Marjorie’s Headmistress’s study for the same offence, though in Dorothy’s case the offence had taken place 25 years earlier, when she had been Deputy Head Girl, and the punishment was carried out by her now retired old Headmistress, Margaret Floyd.

In the days following her punishment Dorothy had often thought she had experienced a bizarre and surreal dream; it couldn’t possibly have happened, could it? Could she really have called her old Headmistress and to all intents and purposes requested to be punished for her 25 year old offence? Then something would happen to tell her that it really was true. One early morning, 3 days after getting caned, she had sat on the edge of her bed and been sharply reminded by the stinging soreness of her bottom. Her first instinct was to worry that something was wrong, then she remembered what it was!

December 24th, 2017

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