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Red, Wild and Deep

23Apr20

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 […]

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Tags: corner time, cowboy, cowgirl, rancher, spanking

Lizzie Baines inspired art

21Apr20

Many thanks to Rick who so loved my novella Lizzie Baines: a 1950s spanked wife that he commissioned spanking artist Sorenutz to draw these pictures (reproduced with permission) from a scene in the book. This 2013 book is still available if you wished to own a copy. You can get it here. The story follows […]

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Tags: 1950s, Americana, corner time, small town, spanking, switching

Letters to my Governess

26Mar20

The correspondence began here. Dear Miss Carlisle, How quickly things come to pass. I can scarcely write and yet I must. I had expected a normal reply to my last missive and indeed as you know I was quite apprehensive about us meeting given our previous discussion. Your note arrived quite unexpectedly and as promised I […]

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Tags: corner time, spanking, Victorian

Reality Bites

11Feb20

Some time ago I corresponded with a woman who made and sold BDSM furniture, among many other accomplishments. She lived in a compound with in a polyamorous relationship with her partner(s) with part-time and full time slaves; she quite a tale to tell. I won’t tell it here as I have no reason to assume […]

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Tags: corner time, discipline, lesbian, OTK, spanking

Letters to my Governess

06Feb20

The correspondence began here. Dear Miss Carlisle, As I write this I am standing at my writing desk pen in one hand while the other cannot but stray to my behind where my skirts still chafe me. If it wasn’t for the Mary I would be risk the indecorous state of doing without my draws […]

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Tags: birch, birching, corner time, spanking, Victorian

Letters to my Governess

20Dec19

The correspondence began here. Dear Amelia, It was so lovely to see you and thank you so much for your hospitality. What a delightful and well-brought-up young lady you have become. It was lovely to relive old times and I was most gratified that you did not bear me any ill feeling from my time as […]

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Tags: birching, corner time, governess, spanking, Victorian

Letters to my Governess

12Dec19

The correspondence began here. Dear Amelia, There are only a few days now and I suppose this will be my last letter before our visit together. I must own that I am very curious to see you and what you have become. I always knew that you would be a fine young woman. I only […]

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Tags: corner time, spanking, Victorian

Woman versus the Machine (part 6)

08Nov19

Part 1 here. It would have been over by now, if only she had paid attention. She sighed, she felt such a fool standing in the corner like an errant child. God, what if someone comes in… her tummy did a tumble and she chewed her lip as her face flushed. Doubtlessly the risk was low […]

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Tags: caning, corner time, cornertime, spanking, the cane

Distractions

16Jul19

Its hard to concentrate when there are so many distractions, but with maturity one can master it.

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Tags: corner time, cornertime, spanking

Holodeck Hell (part 16)

21May19

Part one here When Tzara awoke she was in bed. The honey-glow of sunlight poured through the open window emphasising the rich and red-brown panelled walls. She could even smell the wood and from outside she could hear birdsong. She sat up. Well apparently her plan had worked, she wasn’t dead anyway. The last thing she […]