Archive for the ‘spanking stories’ Category

The correspondence began here. Dear Amelia, It is always nice to be recognised, although in my experience a good sound spanking is rarely appreciated at the time. If you recall once upon a time I am sure you kicked at the traces whenever I disciplined you as a girl and only now do you see the […]


The correspondence began here. My Dear Miss Carlisle, I scarcely know where to begin. As I commit pen to paper I blush so wildly that I fear my very face will quite melt away. I could die every time I think on all that Mary was party to and since Saturday that minx has scarce kept […]


The correspondence began here. Dear Amelia, Your enthusiasm does you credit and when I have time to reply in detail I will do so, although I rather suspect that we will meet again before I have time to commit my reply to paper. I will be happy to enlighten you regarding the switch and the ways […]


LSF have published another collection of my short stories. This issue of Disciplinary Tales (11) features the following stories: Memoirs of a Secretary: Brenda loves her job but isn’t very good at it. When her boss complains about her poor performance, she suggests he should spank her. Reluctant at first, he soon gets into the […]


Vintage Sunday

07Jun20

I did once hope to start a whole new genre of spanking fiction, but sadly it seems it is not to be. Iron and Leather, a collection of short stories steampunk spanking stories, is the book that has sold least of all. You can buy it here. However, most of the stories can still be […]


It has been a busy week at work so less posts. Also the CMS company have changed how the blog works and their improvements and simplifications are impossible to fathom and seem much more limited so far. Images are very complicated and every bloody link requires CCS type specified or some such thing. I used […]


  Part I here Warning this story contains very graphic sex John had been spanking Alice for at least 15 minutes and although he was only using the flat of his hand the burn put the hapless woman in mind of a spiked running shoe. For the first three or four dozen spanks she had gritted […]


Part I here Alice sat on the bed gripping the covers clenched with both hands. She felt sick. What had come over her? The idea of two men fighting over her was exciting, but the pain on the brothers’ face was something she never wanted to see again. She only wanted… wanted… she let out a […]


Our tale began here. Roberta had felt the burn of Jake’s hand where her bottom met the saddle all the way home. Now she was in sight of the ranch and home her tummy twisted up some at the thought of what her father might say; what her father might do. Her awareness of her bottom […]