Posts Tagged ‘public humiliation’

Being taken to the woodshed is another part of spanking Americana that doesn’t cross the Atlantic too well. I first did some digging on this a while back when a reader sent in a selection of short anecdotes and ‘real’ woodshed spanking pictures culled from Facebook et al. Most of them to be fair seemed […]



“This is Marnie. I am sorry I cannot come to the phone right now or anytime for the rest of the week as I am grounded,” a tearful Marnie said from the answering machine. Marnie herself did not dare turn around, let alone answer the phone. Her nose stayed resolutely in the corner as she […]

The door was locked. She tried it again and although it gave a little it would not open wide enough to let her pass. The staircase to her right was rickety and in any case didn’t go anywhere. She was trapped. She thought about asking the moustached man in the bowler hat who chose that […]

Brad Renfrew surveyed the small town and its sleepy Main Street and sighed. The world was in crisis and war had come to Europe, what was he still doing here? Not for the first time he muttered something about the army and going to Canada. “You’re such a jerk,” Kathy Rutherford sneered, “All talk and […]

Nowhere extended for as far as the eye could see and it was beautiful.  Karl Justice had no idea why anyone would want to change things, it was perfect.  He had just crested the ridge of the Never Hills and was on the final approach to the Vanity Valley. The forest of Tapu trees in […]

The clock ticked slowly, almost like a dirge to match the gloomy dark hall that led to the Dean’s office. There was a musty smell of polish and old wood here and with all the doors closed against them it was like a gaol-cell as they waited to be seen. “It will be alright won’t […]

Our story began here. Jenny had been too embarrassed to get dressed in front of Miss Bowman but it felt strange standing in the hallway of the hotel naked from the waist down. She suspected that Alice had only allowed it because they were the only guests, but all the same she felt vulnerable and […]

Alice Bowman stepped out onto the hotel porch and fumbled for a cigarette in her purse. Her neat white gloved-hands quickly found the packet and smoothly flipped open the top with her thumb. She was running on pure instinct as she paused to look around with nausea lurching in her belly and then she relaxed. […]

The Semester of Standing for Supper is the latest DJ Black story published by LSF publishing. You can buy it here. It is 1971, and Hilary, a fourth-year student in her final year of a course in English and History, is following in the footsteps of her Aunt Clarisse who graduated in 1965. Clyburn is […]

Henry Vaughn heaved a deep sigh and turned the letter over in his hand. He reread it for the third time in the hope that it would tell him something different, a futile exercise, he knew. Now he had a big problem on his hands. The heavy set man sat back in his chair and […]