London, 2013. The traditional Swiss and European-type finishing schools of yesteryear had long provided young ladies with an irreproachable foundation in all aspects of social etiquette, entertainment, and lifestyle appreciation. As women transitioned from the dining room to the board room, most of the traditional feminine institutions closed, leaving both women and men to learn 'it' on their own. Minding Manners was the...

“Neil, I am annoyed. Amirah had no right to cane poor Mary. I made light of it the next morning with Mary, but I must speak to Amirah. I’m going to invite her around when Mary is out. It might be better if we could be alone.” “Mary and Janet will be out during the day on Saturday, helping with the otter census in the waterways. Saturday in the office is what I need to deal with the latest project.” “Mary’s headteacher ran...

Life carried on. Schoolwork was going well for Mary, and she was getting the low fifties in her test results, which were now down to the routine half-term and end-of-term checks. She looked a little embarrassed when one evening, she said to us, “Please, can I talk over something with you?” “Yes, of course.” “It’s my friend Janet. She’s been doing not so well in her tests. A few weeks ago, she saw my caned bottom in the sh...

That week I started my part-time job behind the counter of an Italian bakery. I had to put on my uniform at home. It consisted of a light-green dress, a round hat of the same color, and a white apron. Since I had to be on my feet so much, I wore sneakers and ankle socks. They had excellent bread there, and I was given some to take home. The pastries were great too, but I limited myself to one cannoli per week. On my third...

I had been the Operations Manager of a major contracting company in South East Asia’s head office for several years and was single in my late thirties. I spent time in the local head office and travelling around most remote site areas. The term ‘Operations Manager’ meant that if a difficult or potentially dangerous operation would take place with a high level of attention to HSE required, I would be there on an extended v...

I was the head teacher of a private girl’s school in England from the early seventies until the mid-eighties. Corporal punishment in schools is still legal and accepted by many parents. I had joined the school, having worked in a similar school, where there were discipline problems. This showed itself as drug-taking and promiscuous sex when girls visited the local town. The school had a lax disciplinary policy which focus...

I’m the female product of a marriage between an Indian mother and an English father. My parents divorced when I was seventeen and I stayed with my mother until I was nineteen. I remained at school and got a couple of A-level passes before joining the local office of a major insurance company. At school, I was nominally a Christian (to my mother’s annoyance). As I grew up, my mother became more and more frustrated by the E...

"Why do you keep ending up in detention?" she asked, glaring at him with her arms crossed. "Maybe I like seeing you," Pete snapped back sarcastically, his eyes fixed on her slender body. He was seated in the front of the otherwise empty classroom. She stood in front of him, leaning against the back of her large desk, glaring down at him. "That's nice and all, but I'd really like to go home, and I'm stuck here, babysitting...

I make frequent business visits to one of the major cities of the Southern USA, where my company is heavily involved. When I visit, I enjoy a professional and private life in a city I know well. The company favours a certain hotel, and I always stay there. It is a welcoming haven in a very busy place. However, it has one drawback. The approach to it by road from one direction involves crossing a very busy multi-lane highw...

My name is Kim and I’m a nineteen-year-old girl studying at a university in the UK. About six months ago, whilst still at home before starting college, I had a once-in-a-lifetime experience with my friend Sophie and her mother, Jean, who has been my mother’s friend for many years. My parents were in some ways very modern, but in other ways, old-fashioned. My mother believed in strict discipline at home but had an excellen...

It was my turn to tell Nasrah about my life. So I went into detail about our carefree but disciplined life at home. I described how my mother enforced her will with the cane when necessary. My taking responsibility for disciplining Salma did not appear to surprise her. She asked me how the prison caning compared with what I got from Mother. I told her the prison caning was worse, but the experience of my mother’s canings...

On Friday, Salma and I paid a visit to an oasis and date palm plantation at the foot of the mountains. It’s so cool in the date plantation and there is a delightful smell. I had to go back to work on Saturday. Salma had to pack. On arrival at work, Zaineb came up to me smiling and took me to her office. Sitting down, I said, “It’s good that this chair has a thick cushion.” She wagged a finger, saying, “Naughty!” Zaineb lo...