November 16th, 2017
The style of a school’s gym pants gets a girl into difficulty
by Katie Hammond
In December 1983, Reginald Hampton opened a letter that, although expected, nevertheless delighted him. Mr Hampton was the regional manager for a major British bank based in Manchester. He had lived for over thirty years in the so-called stockbroker belt south of Manchester and, although highly paid, it paled into insignificance against some of the actual stockbrokers and other high earners that were his neighbours and acquaintances.
The letter offered him the job of deputy chairman of the bank, based in London. The remuneration was commensurate with this executive position that put him very nearly at the top of the pile. Although he was absolutely thrilled with the promotion, he was a family man and had a wife and two daughters to consider. His wife, Helen, knew of the potential move months ago and although not entirely happy about the move was willing to go along with it as Reginald, or Reg as she mostly called him, had deserved it for the many years of hard work climbing the ladder at the bank, and of course she knew that the extra money he would earn would almost immediately end up in her purse.
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October 6th, 2017
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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March 21st, 2017
A Sequel to ‘Christmas Presents’, the story continues
By Katie Hammond
It had been just over a year since Prisoner Officer Martin Higgins had delivered a judicial spanking to prisoner Mrs Clare Stevens, and just one month since Martin had sent Clare a Christmas present in return for one he had received from Clare, just after her release from prison the previous year. Of course, exchanging gifts with former prisoners was forbidden, but Clare was one of his sister’s friends and he felt he needed to send Clare the gift to unburden himself of the guilt he had of possessing it in the first place. Her earlier gift to him was appreciated with humour, although it was still a little bizarre.
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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.
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June 6th, 2016
A sequel to Mrs Gavin’s Prison Spanking
By Katie Hammond
I heard a tap at my bedroom door and I sleepily said: “OK, mum, I’m getting up,” but I would give myself another ten minutes in bed before getting up this Monday morning. I had been released from prison two months earlier after serving eight years for manslaughter, and was still adjusting to life on the ‘outside’ which was more difficult than I imagined. I was released on licence and had to conform to certain conditions which the Probation Service had set, one being that I had to live with my parents and only seek employment at a place approved by my probation officer. That place was a charity shop in a nearby town where I worked for the minimum wage.
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February 6th, 2016
A woman experiences prison discipline
by Katie Hammond
I slowly opened my eyes looking at the dim light in the corridor in front of me. I immediately recounted the events of yesterday, but the reassurance that it was just a bad dream wouldn’t go and as I opened my eyes fully my view only confirmed that it did actually happen.
I looked at the bars surrounding my single bed. Well it was actually a cot which I was lying in, situated in the middle of a small grey and white window-less room in a prison sickbay, the door removed for security purposes. Straight in front of me is the corridor which leads off to around a dozen or so more rooms exactly like the one I was in.
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January 21st, 2015
A Sequel to Stacey’s Gym Skirt
by Katie Hammond
For the second morning in a row, the alarm clock had awoken me in the middle of a dream or, more accurately for this morning, a nightmare. I reached for the off button and closed my eyes. It was a dream wasn’t it? Going back to school, the teachers, losing my gym skirt, walking around school in gym knickers, the spanking and that photograph. Within a few seconds, my still sleepy head awoke enough to confirm my fears; yes it was real all too real.
I reached down to the floor and picked up the paper, turning to the inside back pages. Yes, it was there for all to see; Claire and Heather holding me up open-legged in my gym knickers under the headline: “Volleyball Star’s Double Spread.”
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June 20th, 2014
The judicial officer returns to school
by Katie Hammond
The sound which started so faintly grew louder and louder, invading my other-worldly dream. I then awoke enough to realise it was the alarm clock and desperately stuck out my arm to turn it off. I couldn’t understand why I had left it on; I didn’t have to get up on a Sunday. Then I had that awful feeling in the pit of my stomach, it’s Monday.
Yes, it really was Monday we had met up with friends for a meal on Sunday night and, yes, I probably did have one or two glasses of red wine too many and the evening passed far too quickly. I turned over and looked at my boyfriend; he was still fast asleep, lucky that he didn’t have to be up.
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October 1st, 2013
A trip into the future finds a young official having to deal with a woman older than herself. By a new writer to us.
by Katie Hammond
It had been two months since I received that letter with ‘On Her Majesty’s Service’ printed in bold back letters at the top of the envelope. It was in fact addressed to a Miss Stacey C Richardson, but in my haste and excitement I don’t remember checking that it was addressed to me. The brown envelope was opened and reduced to shreds in seconds.
‘Dear Stacey,’ (the letter started informally) ‘we are pleased to…’
I let out a scream of delight and felt a moment of utter elation that I had never experienced in my life before. Against massive odds and my own expectations I got the job.
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