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Memoirs of a Lady’s Companion (part 2 of 2)
Part one here. I had been with Eugenia for a year when we first met the Laithwaites. We were in Venice at the time and I have an abiding memory of sunshine and ladies in white lace dresses. The...
View ArticleOnce Upon a Time in America
This is another snippet that turned up during the recent round of research. The discussion referred to in this excerpt couldn’t be found but it appears some middle aged women from both sides of the...
View ArticleHome is a Hot Hairbrush
Nathalie paused at the door and sighed. She had only been back three days and already seemed like she had never been away. Although in truth it had been a long time since she had been home for more...
View ArticleRed Letter
Angharad sat at her keyboard and tried to concentrate. Her smooth dark locks had tumbled over her face like a curtain to hide her face. It was an old school trick and gave her the illusion of a...
View ArticleRules of Engagement
Gordon Beauchamp looked out at the clear blue sky and frowned. He hated the peaceful clean scene. He hated the myriad shades of green that formed the trees that framed the town in the valley. The...
View ArticleRules of Engagement (continued)
Our story began here. Jeanie was first to breakfast the next morning and asides from a casual wince as she eased herself onto the dining room table; there was not the least hint of the previous night’s...
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...
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 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 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 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 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 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 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 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 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 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 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 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 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...
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