The Deal (part 2)
Part 1 here Carolynn dropped into an easy chair by the door and offered John Dacia a rueful smile. “As forewarned I came out short,” she said with a shrug. “Thanks for giving me options though, you...
View ArticleFriends Like These
The noise from the street seemed close, but it could have been worse. The old block of flats was up a side street and they were three floors up with only one level above them. The young woman danced...
View ArticleThe Sinclair Method (part 16)
Our story began here. Alice realised that Janet and Jenny had allowed her to mark time and had given the training schedule some shape. While they were there then keep two basically good kids in line...
View ArticleVenus and Mars
He studied the lines of canes that hung above the solid Jacobean drawers. In them, he knew, were paddles and straps and all manner of tools for his trade. The furniture had been darkened with age until...
View ArticleThe Lord of the Dance
The sun was unexpectedly warm as she crept from under the trees where it was still winter cool. Stepping from the shadows, she revelled in the contrast as she moved from the chill into the summer-like...
View ArticleThe Sinclair Method (part 2)
Our story began here. Jenny had been too embarrassed to get dressed in front of Miss Bowman but it felt strange standing in the hallway of the hotel naked from the waist down. She suspected that Alice...
View ArticleGood Old Bad Old days
The big fat F was written in red and Cassie felt sick. Her last paper had been a D, her third that semester, and she had been sure that even in the worst case scenario she would have scraped an E minus...
View ArticleSpanking: a social study
A reckless youth strand on Life Forum led to couple of interesting snippets: more on the others at a later date. This one was kind of fun but by the sounds of it this project didn’t get very far which...
View ArticleIn the Red Corner
Somehow she knew before she did it that she shouldn’t. But it had ever been a battle between them. He would say ‘you can’t,’ ‘you mustn’t,’ and ‘don’t.’ And she would say, “I know” while thinking ‘only...
View ArticleAdventures in Spankville I
As regular readers will know, from time to time this blog runs anecdotes of supposed real spanking adventures. These are often random snippets dug up from an old back-up drive of stories culled from...
View ArticleMore Reality Bites
Had some very brief snippets on file for some time, but didn’t think they were worth running out. Then a sideways search for something else threw-up some relationship stuff. Most of this is off EP or...
View ArticleSpankmanship (continued)
Our story began here. It was a few days later when Gerald was finally due home. Sylvia had been on the edge of her seat all that morning in anticipation, eager to begin what she was increasingly...
View ArticleAn Interlude in the in Drawing Room
The housekeeper looked at Sophie with a mix of pity and incredulity. Then her employer’s wife caught her eye and they both blushed. “It is quite alright Mrs Blanchester;” Sophie whispered meekly, “My...
View ArticleA short guide to disciplinary techniques in a DD relationship
Now this short article, whilst hopefully being informative, is not intended to be exhaustive and can better be viewed as a bit of fun. Many of you will either be in a spanking or DD relationship or...
View ArticlePaying for it
“You are going to pay for that young lady,” he growled as she stood trembling in the middle of the room. “What do you mean?” she gulped. “You know perfectly well what I mean, I am going to bare your...
View ArticleNever Too Old
Some of you can never get enough ‘never too old stories’ so here are a few allegedly true accounts from the EP. Anon wrote: I received my last spanking from my mother when I was 19. I got a speeding...
View ArticleThe Sherriff’s Wife and the Material Witness
Sammie liked the place as soon as she saw it. It was the kind of house you saw in movies and the hometown cosy feel all along the tree-lined road had broken through her hard LA cynicism like balm for...
View ArticleSpankmanship (continued)
Our story began here. Sylvia was on tenterhooks for a few days and fully, not to say nervously, expected a confrontation with Mary. She tried to tell herself that she was afraid at the prospect and...
View ArticleSpankmanship (continued)
Our story began here. Sylvia awoke the next morning desperately trying to resent all that had happened. In fact, in a long lazy life she could not recall ever quite working so hard at anything before....
View ArticleRules of Engagement (the conclusion)
Our story began here. In the days that followed Daphne was studiously polite whenever she met Gordon on the stairs. In fact the only sign that anything had transpired at all were the amused looks that...
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