Spanking stories featuring modern and vintage discipline. Written and narrated saucy tales that blend naughty punishments with deliciously devious humour.
Spanking story (F/F) in which an efficiency expert embarrasses local dignitaries and receives a terrific spanking from a strict librarian.
When enthusiastic efficiency expert, Tamsin Clayton, descends upon Little Dithering's public library, she aims to deliver a modern, automated solution to an age-old problem. But, when her computer system goes rogue, she finds herself on the receiving end of the most old-fashioned solution imaginable! With furious patrons demanding satisfaction, it requires the hands-on intervention of a very strict librarian to interface with Tamsin's software modules... leaving her back-end dangerously over-heated! ArtMastodonBluesky
After twelve years service as Little Dithering's head librarian, Ms Beamish thought she'd seen it all. However, of all the initiatives and innovations that were handed down from the council offices, she'd decided that efficiency drives were her least favourite.
There had been the time, a couple of years earlier, when a bureaucratic big-wig suggested supplementing the success of the mobile-library van with a Library-Lambretta rapid-response delivery service.
All had gone well until the scooter, its suspension wholly inadequate for the cobbled street, careered into the village pond, injuring several ducks, and depositing an entire Mills and Boon box-set into the pond's emergency outlet pipe. It seemed that the chilly pond was enough to transform the throbbing desire of a hot romance novel into a limp and soggy mess. The resulting three days of flooding wasn't the sort of damp patch that authors of saucy paperbacks usually dwelt upon.
Spanking story (F/F) in which a bookshop clerk explores new desire and is left 'well-read' after delivering a book to a formidable customer.
When Vikki Hart, the 'Chapter and Verse' bookshop’s perpetually un-punctual assistant clerk, muddles a book order for the formidable Lady Isabella Armstrong, her manager concocts a delicious staff-improvement plan. She is dispatched to make the delivery in person, and soon discovers that Lady Isabella adheres to a strict, old-fashioned philosophy. With stinging sincerity, Vikki is the one who ends up in receipt of an unexpected, but sorely needed delivery! In Chapter and Worse we learn that more than just books can be... well-read. ArtMastodonBluesky
The shop bell clattered with an air of swinging liberation as Vikki Hart burst through the door, cheeks flushed by another brisk jog from the bus stop. As she dashed behind the counter, her floral-print mini-dress swirled and then settled against her hot and lightly perspiring curves, the thin fabric offering a clear testament to the absence of anything but Vikki beneath it.
“Sorry, Mr Redmond. I can’t believe the bus arrived late... again.”
Harry Redmond had run the Chapter and Verse bookshop for two decades. He was broad-minded and could believe almost anything, even something as far-fetched as a bus timetable. Vikki’s excuses however, stretched credulity. He adjusted and wiped his spectacles, which seemed to have become inexplicably steamed during his assistant's flustered entrance.
Spanking story (F/F F/M) at a California summer camp. A saucy birthday spanking leads to real discipline from the camp's strict director.
At “Camp Redwood”, in the summer of '89, the sun shines bright, and someone is about to get scorched. Shy sports-coordinator, Tom Burns, finds himself in a sticky situation when two pretty camp-counsellors flirt for his attention by staging a cheeky birthday spanking on their cabin veranda. When Ms Glouwer, the matronly camp director, catches him peering through binoculars, she jumps to the naughtiest of conclusions. Can Tom’s flustered excuses save him from far more than just a scolding, or is he about to land in some serious hot water? Bottoms and Binoculars is a tale where consequences are hotter than a campfire! ArtMastodonBluesky
Tom Burns was the last person who would have imagined himself volunteering for a summer camp on what felt like the opposite end of the Earth. A naturally shy and unassuming young man, his sixth-form tutor persuaded him this would be a positive addition to his university application forms.
“Embracing an opportunity like this will demonstrate there’s more to you than athletics and academia,” the sweetly assertive Miss Henley assured him.
Spanking story (M/F) in which a beautiful actress learns an unforgettable hands-on lesson during a very unorthodox method-acting workshop.
When the Little Dithering amateur dramatics society plays host to eccentric stage veteran – Sir Godfrey Darcy, one young actress experiences a hands-on lesson in Method Acting. Showing admirable commitment to immersive technique, he demonstrates the proper way to administer a thorough spanking... leaving the astonished audience, not to mention his hapless volunteer, wondering where acting ends, and reality begins! ArtMastodonBluesky
English theatre had produced some colossal talents over the decades, but there were few who shone so brightly as the eminent Thespian, Sir Godfrey Darcy. For more than thirty years, this patriarch of performance and passion had been a true legend of the West End stage. His back-catalogue ran the gamut from Shakespearian tragedy, to the charms of saucy comic improv.
Among his many accolades, he held the honorary position of Emeritus Professor of Strict Method Acting at Oxford University and was a past winner of the Gilded Footlight Award for the most consecutive hours spent in character. He’d achieved this exceptional feat at the 1908 Edinburgh Festival, despite the organisers repeatedly begging him to stop.
Spanking story (F/F) in which a lady's companion adds an unauthorised disciplinary chapter to a new etiquette manual, and pays the price.
When the mischievous nineteen year-old, Lydia Cherrywell, inserts a scandalous chapter on “disciplining companions” into Dorothea Portman’s prim etiquette guide, she expects more giggles than consequences. But Dorothea is nothing if not meticulous, and insists upon a stinging correction... delivered strictly “by the book”. The spanking that follows is a searing brush with impropriety, and a lesson in poetic justice. During this chastening sequence of events, Lydia discovers that being taken in hand can be perilously enjoyable, and she finds the boundaries between discipline and desire are sometimes blurred. ArtMastodonBluesky
When Miss Dorothea Portman and her companion, Lydia Cherrywell, arrived at Bournemouth seafront, the threat of dreary April showers had given way to the promise of spring sunshine. At the far end of the promenade stood the imposing white façade of Harbour Villas, a colourful striped awning shading its front door. Along the pavement, well-dressed holidaymakers strolled in linen suits and exuberant sun hats, walking sticks tapping and parasols swaying, in rhythm with the waves along the shoreline.
They’d enjoyed an uneventful taxi ride from the station, and a cheery porter relieved them of their cases as they stepped inside the high-ceilinged entrance lobby.
“Miss Portman, how lovely to see you again,” Mr Arthur Green said. Behind the mahogany reception desk, he and his wife, Cynthia, greeted them with warm smiles.
Spanking story (F/F) in which a local celebrity suffers a painful encounter with her former headmistress. The slipper and cane reappear.
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.
Spanking story (F/F) in which the boss's wife suspects an illicit affair, leading to bare-bottomed discipline for their naughty secretary.
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.
Spanking story (F/F) in which a haughty débutante is served an à la carte bare bottom punishment at the hands of a no-nonsense café owner.
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.”
Spanking story (F/F) in which a curious visitor to a living-history museum experiences the painful reality of a 1950's schoolroom caning.
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.
Spanking story (F/F) in which a pretty young woman from a local running club gets a humiliating hairbrush punishment from her stern coach.
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.