Posts Tagged ‘caning’

“Ignorance is the road to nowhere,” ran the legend around the Saint Chad’s school coat of arms. Roland D Denston eyed the noble words with a sense of pride. Of course the words were in Latin, and he doubted half the staff, leave alone the student body could read them. He sighed. In the old […]


A good friend of ours, Kia Sera, who writes an interesting blog, Acknowledging Imperfection, is an American living in Ireland. In recent times she has become involved in helping out with the Irish spanking project, Class Ireland. To quote their mission: CLASS Ireland, the Continued Learning Academy for Switches and Submissives, is a school which […]


“Eyes right,” the Senior Wren all but screamed, “And stand straight woman.” Catherine came to attention more or less correctly, this time remembering where to place her thumbs. “You are not in Tonbridge bloody Wells now,” the Senior Wren continued to berate her, “This is the Royal Navy,” she continued. Catherine Havers felt every nerve […]


Old School

29Mar16

Kimberly was bored. A trip to the charity shop had been fun, but there was only so much vintage clothing a girl could buy. Not that they didn’t have some neat stuff, she thought admiring herself in the shop window. The woman looking back her was much younger and might be taken for a girl […]


Vintage Sunday

13Mar16

From my own experience I know that airline cabin crew can be a playful lot. In an earlier age sex and the jet set were somewhat inseparable. Spanking and other such things have played a part. Back in the 1960s the celebrated marital antics of one pilot who spanked his wife, a serving air hostess […]


Maxwell Abaconti eyed the monitor with an old-fashioned sinking feeling. Even in black and white Emma Wakefield was a striking woman. Her boyish hair did nothing to detract from her feminine charms and she had the larger-than-life kind of looks that worked well on TV.  Even her eyes, a little too large for her head, […]


The acrid smell of old wood and wax polish assailed her nose and she was immediately transported back. Even the maroon paint rising to shoulder height halfway up the magnolia painted corridor walls hadn’t changed. Amanda smiled affectionately and she straightened herself. Heels and toes, heels and toes; the mantra ran through her mind as […]


Debts of Honour

03Sep15

The rain was pounding against the window so that most of the view was obscured by the silver opacity blurring the glass. This was a shame because from the staff room window on a good day one could see the gentle woods that sloped raggedly down to the shoreline. Nadine Dawson sighed and stirred her […]


Following on from yesterday’s story here is another true account of the caning of some wrens, this time from the early 1970s. Shortly after this time women were included within the Royal Navy proper and would have been, in theory at least, protected from such sanctions. This was sent in by one of our regular […]