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!
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.
Keen to make her mark, Lower Bramblethorpe’s young and beautiful traffic warden, Maisie Trent, takes enforcement a step too far. Unable to hold her tongue, she soon pays the price in the most intimate of ways... with a very thorough spanking! The Firm Hand of Justice is a saucy tale where petty infractions lead to tender consequences.
The clock beside the blackboard in the police-house duty room struck nine. Sergeant Hatch stood at ease, eyes skimming the Lower Bramblethorpe village wall-map with studied boredom.
Beside him, on a long wooden bench, sat Maisie Trent, the district's newest probationary traffic warden. Her back was straight, shoulders square, and her proud chest was provocatively accentuated by her cinched uniform jacket. The notebook clutched in her lap, and her polished shoes, drew attention to her shapely legs, while her peaked hat perched on a radiant tumble of platinum blonde hair. She carried herself with the air of someone who knew all the rules and was eager to enforce them.
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 with menace 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.
Act 1 – Echoes of Discipline
The Living Museum of Yesteryear was a tapestry, each exhibit a thread woven with meticulous care to transport visitors to another time. These whispers and echoes of the past were not merely remembered, but breathed and lived. The air was thick with the scent of aged parchment and the faintest must of relics, as if the walls held memories of generations.
Evelyn wandered through the corridors, her tummy fluttering with a mix of curiosity and something else. Something closer to a thrill of anticipation. A miner’s cottage, a bathtub before a coal fire, a butcher’s shop with an apple-cheeked actor behind the counter. Each of these scenes provoked only passing smiles. But then she turned a corner and stopped.
At St Cuthbert’s, discipline was rarely administered, but never forgotten. When Tom Allardyce, a model prefect in his final year, makes one reckless mistake, he finds himself summoned to a place he never imagined he’d be. In the hands of his formidable Housemistress, justice is swift, solemn, and strictly by the book. But behind the ritual of punishment lies something more enduring: a lesson in humility, trust, and the quiet beginning of self-discovery. A story of regret, resolve, and the sting of becoming the man you're meant to be.
There was less than a month to go before the end of term. Devastated, Tom Allardyce found himself outside Miss Harding's private study. St Cuthbert's was a progressive boarding school, but he had committed a cardinal sin.
Corporal punishment was rare, remaining on the books for only a few offences. Smoking, drinking, theft, bullying. He knew this as well as anyone. He'd reached his final year of the upper-sixth and had never faced that awful sanction.
When Delia Hastings is summoned to the headmistress’s study during her final week at St. Eleanora’s Summer School for Young Ladies, she expects a stern talking-to, not a formal correction in front of her peers. But tradition runs deep at St. Eleanora’s, and decorum must be restored. What follows is a quiet reckoning: six strokes, six memories, and a lesson in grace that may stay with her far longer than she ever expected.
“No summer ever came back, and no two summers ever were alike.” (Christina Rossetti)
Chapter 1: Miss Hastings is Summoned
Delia Hastings stood in front of the desk with her hands clasped before her, not because she had been told to, but because anything else felt entirely out of place. She had hoped it would prevent her from fidgeting, though she still felt jittery, her tummy fluttering like a butterfly.