I was sitting with my mother chatting over a cup of coffee. We had spent the morning cleaning my new house. It had been my late grandmother's and she had left it to me in her will. I had finally been given the keys last week after the solicitors had sorted out the details of the will. This meant my husband and I could leave the flat we had been renting since we got married five years previously. Although it was tatty and...
It was 1968 and although the so-called swinging sixties were in full swing, this was not the case in suburban Bournemouth. As a retired headmaster from a local mixed grammar school life progressed at an enjoyable if sedate pace. I lived in a semi-detached house on the outskirts of town, life in general was very good if routine. Tragedy struck my neighbours; they were a middle-class family with one daughter Sally—I guessed...
I found myself on Saturday morning on a train bound for London. I had of course agreed that I would wear a uniform as requested. Richard has suggested that we go shopping in London to purchase what we needed. So here I was sitting in a first-class carriage on a shopping trip for a maid’s uniform in which my boss would no doubt spank me. The journey passed with us talking about our backgrounds, siblings, relatives, and whe...
I was so pleased when he rang and told me I had got the job. I was the new housekeeper for Richard Adkins. The salary was excellent and best of all it came with a self-contained flat in the annex which meant I could finally move out of the house I shared with my useless ex-boyfriend. As an extra benefit, Richard Adkins was a good-looking, successful businessman, to whom I found myself attracted from the moment I saw him....
By Monday morning the cane marks had started to fade, although the memories of the weekend were still fresh in my mind. I found myself constantly thinking over the last seventy-two hours. I had been caned for the first time and witnessed the caning of a virtual stranger. At work on Monday, I resolved to put into practice all that I had discussed with Anita. I felt more confident than at any time since starting in the role...
My name is Amanda Johnson I am twenty-five years old, I finally left full-time education this summer. I had barely passed my business studies degree and like many students, my finances are in poor shape. After a nervous few months, I secured a job in IT Security Sales. The problem was that the position was in Poole, Dorset, I live in the West Midlands. As I had attended University in my hometown this would be my first tim...
I woke on Saturday morning and immediately bent over to inspect the damage done to my poor bottom. Seven stripes were clearly visible and although the pain had faded, they were still painful to touch. I ran my fingers along the marks and became aroused at the memory of the previous evening. Vivien was the dominant woman of my dreams. My mind wandered forward to next week would I be made to sit on the stool of shame, and w...
I brought the hairbrush down, hard on my left buttock followed by a repeat stroke on my right. I was spanking myself bent over the edge of my girlfriend's bed. I had a pair of her used panties in my hand. I was about to deliver the next stroke when I heard. “What do you think you are doing?” I turned to see my girlfriend's mother standing at the bedroom door, she had a look of absolute horror on her face. I froze, stammer...
Saturday morning, we found ourselves in the car driving to London to buy uniforms. We had discussed buying the following naughty maids, nurses, and adult schoolgirls. I was not sure why we drove, but my husband insisted so we fought through the traffic to eventually park close to Soho. He had obviously done some research as he strode off purposely towards a specific shop he had in mind. It did not meet my imagined seedy a...
On Friday morning I found myself bending over inspecting my bottom. The marks from last night’s spanking had gone; I felt a strange sense of disappointment. However, I definitely wanted to experiment further. Judging by my husband’s reactions yesterday the same applied to him. The weekend and Monday passed normally. However, I found it difficult to sleep on Monday night with excitement mounting about what the following da...
“Will you smack my bottom like I have been a naughty girl?” I asked my husband. We had just made love and were basking in the post-coital glow. I had drunk a little more wine than I should have and was feeling both naughty and brave at the same time. My husband smiled and looked at me. My hand was on his stomach, and I could feel his penis twitch. He liked the idea. “It would be my pleasure, now?” “No, I want you to surpr...
My girlfriend said on Saturday morning. “I am going shopping today to a specialist fetish retailer in London. Do you want to tag along?” “Yes, please.” This sounded like my sort of shopping trip. “We have an appointment at one o’clock so need to get a move on.” It did not occur to me at the time in most shops you do not need an appointment but in my excitement, I overlooked this fact. Let me give you some background. We a...
I remember her saying at my interview. “This is an old-fashioned company; we believe in old-fashioned values and customer service.” What she should have added but omitted was that she also believed in old-fashioned punishment. This is the story of my journey from having Charlotte as my boss to having Charlotte as my boss and Mistress. I was delighted when I was offered the job as a regional sales representative for a spec...
The wife continues the tale. “How is your bottom after your punishment yesterday?” I asked my husband after breakfast on Saturday morning. “It is very sore,” he complained. “Oh well, you only have yourself to blame. If you behave this week your next punishment will not be so bad. Could you also lend me your credit card as I want to order some punishment implements. Mistress sent me a great link to a website. I think we wi...
On Thursday morning over breakfast, my wife casually mentioned. “I will keep Saturday free as you will be sore from your spanking tomorrow. Remember Mistress wishes to see you shaved she does like a very bare bottom to punish.” It has been a month since my first visit to my Mistress. I knew my wife would be writing a letter detailing my behaviour over this time. Although I had started with the best of intentions, I knew I...
