Sophie and Pippa hardly said a word as they walked back to Sophie’sflat. Turning the key and opening the door with her freshly tawsed hands made Sophie wince. Pippa knew that she would have the same problem so didn’t offer to help. Sophie flopped down on the settee and threw her head back with a sigh. Pippa decided that kneeling would be more comfortable for her well-strapped bottom. They compared hands; Sophie was no str...

Pippa couldn’t get the image of Sophie being caned by her mother out of her head. What had started as a curiosity had become an obsession. She knew what it felt like to have her bottom thrashed and had on one occasion taken a caning from Sophie which had broken the skin. Pippa needed to know what it would feel like to be subject to discipline, not play discipline but real punishment where she would have no control over th...

Miles asked room service to deliver a sandwich to his office for lunch. After the morning’s events he needed some time to himself. Putting his feet up on the couch he asked himself, “What just happened?” The day had begun like any other day at the five-star hotel which Miles managed but by lunchtime he had not only witnessed Catherine Jenkins, the head of personnel, caning a badly behaved employee but caned and ravished t...

My career had taken many interesting turns in the twenty years since leaving university. I wouldn’t call myself a high flyer but I have been reasonably successful in a number of different management roles mainly working in the hospitality sector. I like people, enjoy managing a team and although I say it myself I am quite good at it. My current position was as manager of an international five star hotel in Kuala Lumpur. D...

When Sophie’s mother told her she would have to wait a whole week for her punishment Sophie felt upset. It had taken the thirty-eight year old teacher quite a lot of courage to ask her mother to resume disciplinary control and to be dismissed and told to wait a week was horrible. As the week went on Sophie began to understand why her mother had, on the surface, been so cold. In addition to reinforcing the ground rules tha...

Miles loved visiting Mrs. Dupree. Conversation always flowed freely and she was never afraid to say exactly what was on her mind. They had only met twice and each time resulted in the most severe of thrashings. On each occasion Mrs. Dupree had made sure that Miles left without any hint of anger or animosity. She had very clear rules; one was that discipline should always be dispensed properly and another was that the tran...

After days of deliberation, Sophie decided she would take up her mother’s offer of providing correction in the form of corporal punishment when required. For the first time since leaving home at eighteen years old to go to university Sophie would hand over disciplinary control. Even making the decision took a weight off Sophie’s mind. She had overcome the difficulty she felt about being spanked at thirty-eight years old b...

Miles could never understand why people went shopping for pleasure; trailing around the shops was the last thing he would do out of choice. Today he had to go into town to replace some kitchen utensils and household items which were falling apart. At least with the better department stores, he could be sure of finding everything in one shop. These shops were always designed to keep the customers in as long as possible. Th...

Sophie had never really though of herself as a Lesbian. At school she had been a bit of a ‘ goody two shoes’, always working hard and wanting to please the teachers. She remembered once when she was sixteen bursting into tears after Miss Whyte, a Latin teacher she had a crush on, told her to stay behind after class for forgetting her homework. Sophie adored her teachers and always knew that one day she would become a teac...

Thirty eight year old Sophie Dupree pulled aside the net curtain and watched Miles walk stiffly down the path; he paused briefly and grimaced as he touched the seat of his trousers. “Do you think I will see him again?” Sophie asked her mother. “Of course you will darling,” replied Celia who had now joined her daughter at the window. Sophie and her mother flopped on the sofa, physical and mentally exhausted. Celia compleme...

I had often wondered what became of Sophie Dupree, and was absolutely delighted when her name popped up on Facebook. I sat back in my office chair and memories of a wonderful summer came flooding back. It was our final year of school when boys and girls were mixed for the first time; eighteen year olds full of shyness and bravado. No one would have described Sophie as the most beautiful girl in the class. To be honest, sh...