Spanking stories featuring modern and vintage discipline. Written and narrated saucy tales that blend naughty punishments with deliciously devious humour.
Television presenter, Suzie Riley, returns to St Hilda’s School, seeking permission to film a heart-warming documentary, but after a very sound spanking, she finds it’s not her heart that’s been warmed. The redoubtable Miss Forsyth believes in rigorous corporal punishment, and won’t agree to anything until Miss Riley has earned her stripes; all six of them! With this headmistress in charge, there are no slip-ups, only slippers... and a formidable crook-handled cane. ArtMastodonBluesky
After half a dozen years with Surrey & Kent Independent Productions, Suzie Riley still experienced a thrill whenever she was invited up to the production suite office. As she padded along the plush carpet, admiring the elegant decor, she tried to fine-tune her proud girlish grin into what she'd come to think of as her executive smile. It was oddly like being back at school again, only this time the corridor was warmer, teachers were replaced by network executives, and she was judged by audience share – rather than grades.
Under soft lighting, posters of the station’s most celebrated productions lined each wall. The likes of “Antique Pursuits” and “Gossip Salon” were notable successes, loved by viewers. However, it was hard to suppress a snigger as she passed some of their less wholesome efforts. In the poster for “Topless Table Tennis”, a pair of buxom beauties somehow managed to put up a façade of respectability with their strategically positioned bats. Though it had been a domestic flop, the show found unexpected bounce in the European market, hitting a sweet spot and allowing the network to boast some exceptional export figures.
When Mrs Tuppington discovers a romantic note in her husband’s office, she feels certain that she’s uncovered a scandal. But rebellious secretary, Miss Angela Lacey, is the one who ends up being uncovered, and finds herself on the receiving end of a thorough spanking! In this workplace tale of disciplinary rules and administrative rulers, modesty is preserved by only the thinnest of margins... ArtMastodonBluesky
In the boardroom of Tuppington & Son, an air of hushed solemnity presided as the veneered wall clock ticked through the last few seconds before Friday morning’s staff meeting was due to begin. The company’s three secretaries took their places along the polished mahogany table. In unique ways, they each embodied a distinct feminine style.
Miss Perkins, the eldest and most senior secretary, held her shorthand pad in her lap, her silver-grey hair permed to perfection. To her side, her pert and pretty protégé, Miss Trish, attempted to mimic her mentor’s stern demeanour. The expression didn’t quite fit with her youth, and she undermined her own efforts by the wistful gazes that she cast towards the rebellious and beautiful girl beside her. With a sigh, she abandoned the pretence of mock-severity, and resumed idly twirling a strand of hair around her finger.
When haughty débutante, Miss Ronnie Worthington, is pushed into taking a temporary job at the Cherry Blossom Tearoom, she doesn’t expect the menu to include a blistering lesson in manners. She concocts a cunning scheme to extricate herself from this unwelcome employment, but the plan backfires spectacularly, resulting in an unforgettable spanking from the cafe’s no-nonsense manager. Café Comeuppance is a steamy vintage tale of mischief, discipline... and a tasty pair of well-warmed buns! ArtMastodonBluesky
Ronnie slouched against the counter, rolling her eyes at the tinkle of the door-chime, which heralded the arrival of every new customer. She styled herself as a sophisticated débutante of impeccable breeding, but here she was, reduced to two weeks of drudgery in the Cherry Blossom Tearoom. It was all because her aunt, Lady Worthington, had decided it would be character-building.
“It’ll be a marvellous opportunity to learn some of life’s lessons in a hands-on fashion,” she’d proclaimed. “Just for a couple of weeks, before you return to finishing school in the autumn.”
In a quiet corner of a provincial museum, Evelyn discovers a meticulously preserved 1950s classroom. Desks stand aligned, rules are unbending, and a crook-handled cane rests on the teacher’s desk. When the enigmatic Miss Hartley offers her a hands-on lesson in history, Evelyn must decide how far she’s willing to surrender to her deepest longings. Custodian of the Cane is a tale combining discipline, ritual... and desire. ArtMastodonBluesky
The Living Museum of Yesteryear was a lovingly crafted tapestry, its exhibits intricately woven to give visitors a taste of another era. Here, they didn’t just remember the past. They brought it to life, in rooms, and scenes, and in memories. The scent of dusty artefacts lingered, as if the very walls preserved fragments of history.
Evelyn wandered, her tummy fluttering with a mix of curiosity and something closer to a thrill of anticipation. In a recreated coal miner’s cottage, a bathtub stood before an open fire. In the butcher’s shop, an apple-cheeked actor stood behind the counter. These scenes prompted smiles, but then she turned a corner and stopped.
On a rain-soaked cross-country, Charlotte’s daring shortcut seems to have won her a coveted place on the running club’s prestigious Cotswold training camp, but her strict coach, Miss Denham, is not so sure. Praise turns to punishment, with a very thorough spanking in the clubhouse changing rooms. Along this course of discipline, her coach cuts no corners! ArtMastodonBluesky
Charlotte’s day was going rapidly downhill, and it was only 11 o’clock. To her dismay, she was already facing some of her least favourite things. The running club coach, Miss Denham, had saddled her with an extra run. Officially, this imposition was punishment for her chronic lateness, but unofficially it was for her even more chronic impertinence. As if things weren’t bad enough, the heavens had opened.
She returned to the clubhouse drenched to the skin, her white cotton vest and navy shorts tightly enfolding her athletic assets. It was a warm day, which was some consolation as she dripped her way towards the changing rooms. It had been a relief to see the empty corridor, sparing her the additional shame of staging an impromptu wet t-shirt contest. Still, she revelled in private triumph, knowing her illicit shortcut through the woods behind St Mildred’s churchyard, had shaved a mile from the usual course.
At Marlebridge College, two mischievous students stage a birthday spanking in a strictly off-limits location. But, their forbidden fun takes an unexpected turn, becoming a lesson that neither of them saw coming. It turns out that some traditions are best handled by a seasoned expert! ArtMastodonBluesky
It was 9:30pm when Edie Carlton ushered Lorna Bell from the bottom of the rear dormitory staircase and into the shadows behind the hydrangeas.
“Come on,” Edie whispered. “If we’re going to do it, it has to be tonight. Otherwise, you’d have to wait for another twelve months!”
“I never said I actually wanted to go through with it,” Lorna replied, clutching her cardigan. “I only mentioned that there’s this silly tradition for marking birthdays. We don’t have to.”
Stung by defeat on the tennis court, spirited Saffron engineers a wicked prank against her prim cousin Lily. Little does Lily know that her mortifying naked dash across the ornamental lawns will land her not to safety, but across the firm lap of Lady Camelia Armstrong... for a very thorough spanking! The Sore Winner is a tale of rivalry, revenge, and spectacular comeuppance. ArtMastodonBluesky
Saffron Armstrong was sulking. It wasn't an unusual state of affairs for the precocious débutante, but this bout did have an extra sting to it. The catalyst, as was so often the case, had been her cousin, Lily Lipton. A shy and bookish young woman, whose saintly achievements were forever being held up as reproach to Saffron’s lacklustre efforts.
In her mother’s eyes, Lily could do no wrong. Admittedly, it was much easier to avoid controversy if one never attempted anything daring.
When the Little Dithering Dramatic Society stages its boldest production yet, two actresses initiate a backstage plan even more scandalous than the on-stage drama. With sheer silk bloomers, a climactic spanking scene, and an unforgettable closing night, this theatrical tale of thrills and mischief is a performance that nobody will ever forget. ArtMastodonBluesky
The Little Dithering Amateur Dramatics Society had put on many frilly village productions over the years, but none promised quite so much cheeky delight as their upcoming performance of The Belle of Beaconsfield’s Bloomers.
Mr. Trask, the society’s long-suffering director, was not a man given to bold artistic risks. He was a perfectionist, a worrier, and above all, a stickler for propriety. Therefore, it was with no little discomfort that he approached Poppy Worthington before rehearsals began, clutching his notes like a nervous scholar.
When influencer, Arabella Finch, sneaks into the Seaforth Spa’s VIP suite, she expects bubbles and glamour for her livestream. Instead, clad only in a sodden bikini, she discovers “holistic spanking therapy” courtesy of a retired Danish javelin champion! Steam and Circumstance is a stinging tale of glistening correction, a formidable bathbrush, and discipline going viral. ArtMastodonBluesky
Arabella Finch lowered her voice to a conspiratorial whisper. It was the type of voice she used when recording her sexiest ASMR content on her channel.
“Darlings,” she cooed into the camera, framed in the glowing circle of her ring-light, “this is a super-exclusive wellness experience. You're not supposed to be seeing this. In fact, I'm not even supposed to be in here.”
She reclined in the sunken corner-bath of the Seaforth Spa’s legendary “Gossamer Suite”. The tub was a tumultuous ocean of steam and froth, an effect she had achieved with three sachets of bath crystals and some unauthorised tinkering with the jacuzzi controls. It was a serious violation of spa rules that would have horrified the maintenance department. Bubbles trailed across her shoulders like frothy epaulettes, as if she were marching in a parade of indecency.
When a beautiful young ticket inspector forgets to announce the Duchess of Belminster’s stop, her first week on the Midland Line suffers a painful derailment. Within a plush private compartment, she finds herself turned-over an aristocratic lap. A First-Class Spanking is an express journey en route to thorough discipline! ArtMastodonBluesky
The Midland Line's junior ticket inspector, Nancy Briggs, straightened her cap, admiring her reflection in the gleaming window of the first-class carriage. She looked as though she’d marched straight from the uniform catalogue, freshly minted pride stitched into every seam. Her navy-blue jacket, nipped at the waist, underlined the generous curve of her breasts, and the snug, hip-hugging skirt was guaranteed to turn heads. Upon her belt, her brass ticket-punch hung like a ceremonial sword of office.
Having been promoted from the ticket office just a week before, Nancy was eager to set her new role on the right track. At only nineteen, she was the company's youngest inspector, and was determined to prove herself punctual and reliable beyond her years. As per uniform regulation, she had made every effort to pin her brunette hair into a formal bun, although one rebellious curl insisted upon flirting with her rosy cheek.