“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...

Julia, who was in her mid-twenties, had been my partner for six months. Her previous boyfriend had been a wealthy merchant banker I knew socially, and I had noticed Julia warming to me. Everything changed when I returned from one of my foreign trips looking frazzled and with my hair turned grey overnight, despite being thirty. Terrorists armed with AK47s had chased us and we had narrowly escaped their grasp. Out drinking...

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...

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...

Jasmine arrived on time on a Saturday night, showing I thought she showed a mixture of lust and nervousness. Her favourite gin and tonic, with not too much gin and plenty of tonic, went down very well. Jasmine was afraid and shook a little as I held her. “What’s wrong Jasmine?” I asked. Jasmine nervously replied, “Janet, what are you going to do to me? You know that I’m in your debt and you can do almost what you like, bu...

I was the personnel officer for a medium-sized international company, operating in many parts of Asia. I joined the company in my mid-twenties following a divorce from a disastrous post-university marriage. Self-denial did nothing for me for a year, and I admitted to myself that members of my sex interested me more than men. It was not long before I looked for a discrete means of satisfying these urges. The bar or ‘heavy’...

I flew to London in business class looking like the spoiled daughter of a local wealthy sheikh. Mother saw me off at the airport. Departing in my abaya and hijab, I was told, once airborne, to change into Western clothes in the toilet before the aircraft landed. When I returned to my seat, I was in a tailored trouser suit. It was very smart but cut for modesty. One of the air hostesses gave me an admiring look. There was...

Training continued. They made me rehearse my activities in enormous detail. I acted out so many scenarios with the actors that might occur when I met the target. The wonderful release offered by my time with Nasrah helped me deal with the burden of it. My date of departure to London loomed. Tuesday came along, and at 1.00 PM I was outside Aisha’s house. I rang the bell, holding my little cardboard tube with something ratt...

I went to the sailing club, there was a stiff breeze blowing, just right. I had a look around and asked if anyone wanted to go for a sail. The socialites were looking at their nails and expensive shoes; they were not going anywhere near a boat. A fifteen-year-old lad said, “Would you take me, please?” I said, “Certainly.” It was just a little unusual for a girl to take a lad out, but it was in sight of everyone. There was...

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...

We caught up with Mother early on Thursday afternoon. Salma and I were in our sitting room looking at one of the latest videos when she came in. Mother said, “Are you busy now? I’ve got some time free.” Salma and I looked at each other, nodded, and smiled; I took the lead and said, “Mother, Salma and I would very much like to talk to you if you are free, please.” Mother replied, “Yes, this is a good time. Father is out fo...

Chapter 1 Late teens, my recruitment, the ‘plan’ explained. I am caned for premarital sex. You may know me by the name of Faridah for this story. I grew up in one of the relatively recently wealthy Arabian Gulf States. My family was wealthy by any standard and ran three successful businesses. I was an intelligent and very spirited young woman. Fortunately, I understood how things were. My sister and I went to the best loc...