December 30th, 2016
Another story in the series. Jennifer returns to Queen Anne’s to do some research but Meryl discovers a painful reminder of her Past.
By Tara Patterson
The summer holidays were well underway. Retired deputy headmistress, Jennifer Hapwood, walked up the familiar stone steps to the main entrance of Queen Anne School, Ambleside. After pressing the button on the intercom she turned to admire the view. Out in the lake a large white pleasure steamer eased its way away from the pier with another load of tourists. Suddenly the heavy door opened and Jennifer’s old friend, Matron Meryl Taylor, stood in the doorway. As usual, she was wearing her dark blue uniform and a pair of white plimsolls.
December 23rd, 2016
A Hungarian writer of spanking fiction, Miriam Sheafe, is looking for a native English-speaking person to cooperate with her. This person would need to be able to translate Miriam’s native Hungarian stories into common UK or US standard English. If possible, that person would also be able to proof read her stories and prepare the scripts to a standard ready for publication. Proceeds from sales of ebooks etc would be shared on an agreed basis.
Her stories take place in unique venues under special circumstances. The stories contain many philosophical, psychological, historical etc. aspects.
Please, contact her:
December 21st, 2016
A New Year’s party leads to much more
By Kane Strokes
She finished her shower and walked naked into her bedroom. Before her, on the bed, was her fancy dress outfit for the evening’s party. From her ‘smalls’ drawer she found the briefest, thinnest pair of knickers she possessed. She pulled them on and looked at herself in her full length mirror. She did a twirl and looked over her shoulder. She felt as naughty as her knickers looked.
Her bra was just as bold, plunging and uplifting. Another mirror check; this time she leant forward. Despite her age, her cleavage would be a male attention grabber. She put on her suspender belt, then slowly and carefully pulled her sheer black stockings over her legs. Once more, she looked at herself in the mirror. Underneath her outfit she would be all woman.
December 14th, 2016
A holiday on the Isle of Man goes wrong
By Julie Baker
My name is Jillian Scott and I was born in Liverpool in March 1956. I am an only child and I was brought up in a happy middle class household in Bootle. I was academically able and attended a well respected mixed grammar school in Liverpool from the age of 11 onwards. I stayed on to take A levels in Geography, History and English which enabled me to eventually read Geography at Sheffield University. I also loved sport representing my school at both netball and hockey. My school days were happy and I was blessed with many good friends and a busy social life. In those days I was tall and slim with, in my later school days, a steady stream of boys wanting to take me out. What I want to share with you is something that happened to me shortly after I had taken my A level exams. I am not proud of it but I now realise it was a chain of events that couldn’t happen today and I also acknowledge that there are a number of people who have an interest in matters concerning corporal punishment. This is evident from the popularity of certain books and films on this subject and on this basis I am sure that there will be some interest in the details of my experience.
December 13th, 2016
Anna discovers Botticelli and eroticism. The next in the series.
By Paul S
Anna and Ben had been going steady for a while now, and seeing each other regularly. Their relationship had progressed to the point where they felt comfortable with each other and trusted each other.
The unsavoury episode with Ben’s previous girlfriend, Julia, had now passed and things settled down to normal. It is true jilted lover Julia had spanked her out of jealousy, but this had just awakened Anna’s curiosity, particularly after Ben had punished ex-girlfriend Julia and told her to stop abusing his new beau, Anna.
Anna’s curiosity eventually got the better of her, and she asked Ben to try out a brief and light swishy caning to see what it felt like. Needless to say, she found it very stimulating.
December 11th, 2016
Discipline in a girls boarding school
By Hilary Wilmington
“I’m terribly sorry,” said Roberta Smythe to the four younger girls ranged in front of her in Miss Acrington’s study. Her words were uttered with heavy, unmistakeable sarcasm. These four girls had been anticipating her apology with feelings of triumph, thinking the tables had been turned on their former tormentor. They looked apprehensive now, and more so when she added, in the same tone: “I wouldn’t dream of asking you to apologise to me for sneaking, of course.”
The headmistress’s face was a picture. Her deputy, Miss Denham, carefully avoided eye-contact with her, afraid that her expression would convey the message: ‘I told you so’.
December 10th, 2016
Problems arise when a female prisoner and male prison officer are known to each other
by Katie Hammond
Had it been 1990, or was it 1991, Martin Higgins wondered as he returned from his small back garden on a cold and damp December evening. He was a non-smoker but very occasionally he treated himself to a cigar, this one the first for well over five years and in his opinion well deserved. He left the half smoked cigar on the garden table and returned to the warmth inside and poured himself a glass of red wine. Now sitting down in the front room he decided it was 1991, early 1991, and now, over twenty-five years later at the end of 2017, he needed to do one more thing to finally close this bitter sweet chapter of his personal life. He smiled to himself as he sat there tired after a long week. He recalled the events of the previous December and after a few more sips of wine he became sleepy and drifted off, his mind still running through the events of that remarkable month.
December 7th, 2016
A period story set in a girls’ boarding school.
By Jane Fairweather
“Please Miss Robson, I have forgotten my swimming things. Can I just watch the others?”
“Eleanor Carter,” said Miss Robson from the melancholy heights of her thirtieth birthday. “This is the third time in three weeks. I have been patient with you up to now because you are a Sixth Former, and I do not like to discipline Sixth Formers. I was prepared to believe it was the forgetfulness of your butterfly mind the first week. The second time I raised my eyebrows, but decided I would put it down, yet again, to the mechanics of your butterfly mind and give you the benefit 0f the doubt.”
November 20th, 2016
A restaurant boss takes care of his niece
By Paul S
Claudio was a restaurant boss, aged 40, on the south coast, employing most of his extended family, originally from Sorrento in Italy, the food capital of southern Italy. He employed 2 chefs, who were cousins in their thirties, plus Enzo, his brother, with whom he ran the restaurant. Marco, who was another cousin, was a waiter and Maria, his niece aged 22, was a waitress.
Tony, Maria’s dad, had died 7 years ago and left the business to the two brothers on condition that Claudio, as the older brother, agreed to take care of Maria and offer her a role in the business.
November 19th, 2016
A girl chooses corporal punishment over detention
By Paul S
The year is 2020 and Britain had now left the European Union, and made its own laws. The cosy and protected existence Amanda had previously known was now gone, replaced by one requiring tougher discipline.
Amanda was now 18, 5 foot 6 inches high with medium length ash blonde hair, and was a shapely 36-26-38. If a little plump around the hips and bottom, she was moderately attractive in appearance.
Amanda was enrolled at a specialist finishing school. After leaving the European Union, Britain had legislated to reinstate corporal punishment to private schools and colleges that chose to implement it. This included her finishing school.