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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

School Daze

28Mar19

The fascination with school punishments and the cane seems to go beyond the spanking community. It is less common now, but not so long ago provincial towns and cities in Britain had regular school disco events. These were school days themed club nights where dance goers dressed as either retro British school masters (sometimes school […]

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Tags: adult schoolgirls, back to school, caned, caning, punishment, schoolgirls, spanking, the cane

Rebellion at St Chad’s

01Mar19

“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 […]

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Tags: cane, caning, jolly hockey sticks, school, schoolgirls, spanking, the cane

Erin Investigates

08Jun16

“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 […]

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Tags: caning, spanking, the cane, war, world war 2, wrens, WRNS

Erin Investigates

02Jun16

“They didn’t have the cane when you were at school?” Erin asked the young woman pleasantly. “Well duh?” Karen Mayfield replied indolently, she was actually chewing gum. It was anybody’s guess what her natural hair colour was, at the moment it was a scraped back chemical red with white bleached streaks. Most of Erin’s participants […]

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Tags: school, spanking, the cane

Vintage Sunday

13Mar16

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Tags: caning, spanking, the cane

Death Comes Slowly…

09Feb16

Justice is swift. The house was tall and forbidding. The grubby yellow London Brick was detailed here and there with what once have been high status red edging. But it had been 50 years since its glory days and now the old school for the daughters of the gentlefolk was not what it was. Marcus […]

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Tags: ghosts, school, spanking, the cane

Abaconti and the Snow Queen

10Dec15

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, […]

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Tags: caning, celebrity, cornertime, OTK, spanking, the cane

The Dastard

27Nov15

She hadn’t done anything, well not much. That was the only thought that ran through Katie’s mind as she sat in handwringing confusion outside the housemaster’s study. It had been week’s since she had been in the slightest trouble, surely that would count for something. Katie heaved a heavy sigh and turned her lip-chewed face […]

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Tags: caining, college, school, spanking, the cane

A Visit to the Head

16Oct15

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 […]