October 5th, 2017

A wayward stepdaughter

Around ten years ago when I married my now ex wife, Kristen, she had two children; 12 year old Mary and 10 year old Andrew. With in a few days of being home from the honeymoon I soon found out what I was in for. I had been single my entire life and had no children of my own.

About the first Saturday I was at work and my new found family was at home a few blocks away. I received a call from my new wife telling me that Mary and her were into a horrible argument. She was going to run away and was packing her things. I said, just tell her to shut up and stand in the corner or something. I mean you are the parent here. She is 12 for god sake. My wife told me to come home from work and deal with her.

What? Really? So I went home and found Mary in her room packing her stuff. Kristen told me to just do something with Mary. I was dumbfounded. I said like what?

She replied: “Ground her, spank her, take her back to work with you. Just get her out of here.”

I asked Kristen what she done before I showed up in their lives?

October 3rd, 2017

The Gunpowder Plot

I had been told that by mixing a few simple garden chemicals you could make a gunpowder for home made fireworks, and as we searched Sue’s dad’s garden shed it was obvious that this was just the place to find them.

Weed killer, saltpetre and charcoal were among the ingredients required and all were available in the shed. As normal with two teenage girls, it was not something we had thought through very well as we had no idea how we were going to use the mixture once we had mixed it, plus if the mixture worked, given Sue’s addiction to cigarettes, we were in danger of blowing ourselves into the next world. We were also too busy to notice her dad approaching as we stood grinding down the charcoal to powder and he took us totally by surprise when he entered.
He looked at the chemicals on the bench along with the charcoal and knew exactly what we were up to. We were both marched back into the house, her Dad grabbing a handful of garden canes as he left the shed.

We both knew what was coming and sitting down to discuss it was not part of it. In fact, sitting down was about to be off the agenda for a while.

September 28th, 2017

Workplace spanking

I own a used car sales business that does ‘on the lot’ financing. This means the customer comes to us to pay their car loan either weekly or monthly. I had three women working in my office; Tammy, who was full time, and Crystal and Jennifer who were both part time. Crystal and Jennifer worked alternating schedules.  We are from a very small town and everyone knows everyone. I had known all three of my employees the biggest part of my life.

In my business, there was a huge amount of cash flow. Over time I started to suspect money was missing. I had a system in place to keep track of money, but not a fool proof one. A hundred missing here or there was, quite frankly, hard to catch. I fully trusted Tammy. I had no doubt she would not take a dime.

After a few weeks I continued to suspect money was missing. I spoke with the local police and they said the only sure way to catch someone and make it hold up was video. I suspected that if money was missing then Crystal was the guilty person.

Crystal was due to take a week’s vacation. While she was off, I installed two hidden video cameras after hours. I got the cameras installed on Wednesday night and tried them on Thursday to see if they were positioned correctly. On Friday, I looked at the footage. Much to my surprise, I saw Jennifer stuff a $100 bill down the front of her pants only 5 min after getting to work and another $40 after lunch!

August 25th, 2017

A girl is caught shoplifting

This is a memory of when I was 14 and shoplifted. It was the first and only time my mom used a implement.

Me and my friend, Pernille, were at the mall and we looked at some cloth but it was too expensive for us. I found some very nice sunglasses, but they cost about 200 Danish Krone and I only had 100 Danish Krone, so I stuck them in my pocket, but as we went out the shop the alarm went off and we were caught.

Since I was the only one that had taken anything Pernille was told to leave the shop.

I was taken in the back of the shop to an office and they called the police. They came and talked to the owner of the shop and, since it was a first time offence and because of my young age and the value of the Item, the manager did not press charges. So, the police decided just to take me home and have a talk with my mom about this.

When we got home mom was surprised to see me with the police. We went in the living room and the police told mom what had happened. She was in shock but she made sure to the police that we would be talking about this and promised that it would not happen again.

August 19th, 2017

Another European childhood spanking

When I was a child, one of the things that always got me spanked was lying. 

I was 10 years old and went to to play with someone from my class and I don’t know why but for some reason I told my mom that I would go over to my friend, Pernille’s, house, but instead I went to Sarah’s house to play.

What caught me out was that while I was at Sarah’s house Pernille came to ask if I could play, and my mom got a little confused because she thought that me and Pernille were playing already and she told Pernille that she thought I was over at her house.

So my mom got worried because she did not know where I was and went to search for me. When she did not find me she called my dad at work for advice. He told her that if I was not home in a hour to call the police.

I did come home in time and when I got home my mom was not pleased with me and demanded I told her where I had been. Again, I lied and told her with Pernille, but my mom told that was a lie because Pernille had been here to ask for me to come and play.

August 14th, 2017

A girl’s home spanking (European)

As a child we went to church and when I was a 12 year old I started to go to what they called pre-teen club. They met every Thursday from 7 to 9 in the evening. My curfew on those nights was to catch the 9.15 pm bus so I was home by 9.30 because it was a school night at it was important that I got my sleep.

One Thursday I lost track of time and there was no battery charge left on my cell phone, so I could not call my mom and tell her I missed the bus.

I took the next bus which meant I was home at 10.00. I expected my mom to be mad but she was just happy to see me home. She had been worried and called the church, who told her that I had gone. She told me to get ready for bed and, before I went to my bed, she said we would talk more about this when I got home from school the next day.

So, next day, when I got home my mom called me to the living room where both my mom and dad sat on the sofa. They asked me to sit and tell them why I was late the previous evening. I told them I had lost track of time and my phone battery was not charged.

August 12th, 2017

Unfair Whacking

I was never any good at Art, and Mrs B asked the class to paint EITHER a scene from our school trip on the Royal Daffodil from Tower Bridge to Canvey Island, OR a scene from our summer holidays.

I decided to try to paint a scene of the Ford plant at Dagenham which our boat had passed. My first effort was pretty dreadful, I must admit. Mrs B grumbled about wasting paper and paint but gave me another chance. If anything this effort was even worse and I was hugely castigated and told that I was to try again but if I could do no better, then ‘Woe betide’.

I decided to change the subject and painted my impression of the Swiss mountains, which I had visited last year. I was quite pleased with my effort, especially the snow clad peaks which resembled a Toblerone chocolate. She took one look and accused me of trying to be funny. She told me that no mountains looked like that and hauled me out to the front of the classroom. She pushed me over her desk and gave me my first ever six of the best. She hit me very hard and it was all I could do to hold back the tears, which were a mixture of pain and indignant anger. When I got home I saw that my bottom was still red and bruised!

August 11th, 2017

Spanked in front od Aunt’s friends

I was 14 at the time my Aunt had bought a new house. She had invited her 2 friends around for a couple of drinks and to see the house. I was allowed to play out till 7.30 pm, then I had to be in to get bathed and ready for bed before her friends came.

I was having a great time with my mates. I forgot the time. It was 8.15 when I got in. My Aunt wasn’t happy, her fiends were there too. I was told to go and get a bath and go to the dining room for my punishment. As the bathroom was down stairs in this house I could hear the ladies talking and I heard Mrs H telling my Aunt how she used a hairbrush on her son’s bare backside till it was red raw. Then Mrs D started saying she caned her kids and they never sat for two days.

As I was getting dried, my Aunt shouted for me to hurry up. As I never wore PJs, I only wore a T-shirt and tanga underpants and walked into the dining room expecting four strokes of the belt across my bare bum. My Aunt brought out a cane and she told me to drop my pants and bend over the chair. The following I was not expecting especially in front of her friends.

August 11th, 2017

A memory from NW London

Up until I was 7 years old I attended a kindergarten/prep school in a North western suburb of London. The school was run by a very kind lady and her husband. I was quite bright and got on well there. Any naughtiness was dealt with by a mild slap on the hand, at worst.

At age 7 it was decided that I should go to the local primary school. Whilst I was quite confident that I would cope with bigger classes and possibly better structured work I was concerned that I might get hit. I was a very advanced reader and had read school stories like Billy Bunter, 5th Form at St Dominics and others with much caning etc.

My parents did their best to allay my fears. Firstly, they said it is very rare that anybody is smacked at school theses days and only VERY naughty boys  ever got hit. Being a generally good boy I was bound to avoid any such incident.

On the first day of term, I joined a class who had been taught in infants by Miss O, so they knew what she was like. To me, she was an imposing figure and, although she was probably in her early twenties, she seemed really very grand.

August 11th, 2017

English Mistress

My third and fourth canings in the third year came in English lessons being taught by Mrs F. I was 14 at the time and now aware of the female form. Mrs F was short, slim and curvy, in her 50s, greying hair and wearing a smart dark blue polo necked top which showed her attributes, dark blue skirt and dark blue high heeled shoes.

Mrs F collected in our homework before telling us to read some chapters of a book. I did not understand the book and asked the girl next to me for help. Mrs F heard me speak and told me to stand up. I was awarded a detention which would have made three in that term.

At the end of the lesson I approached Mrs F and asked if she would cane me instead of the detention. Mrs F asked why and I made an excuse that I was going out with my parents the next evening. Mrs F hesitated but finally agreed after I pleaded. I was sent for the cane and book and made the familiar journey to the secretary.

I was soon back and handed the items to Mrs F. She told me to remove my blazer and started writing in the book. Shortly after, she told me to bend over her chair. I was mesmerised as she flexed the cane. Soon Mrs F was at my side. I was surprised because she was left handed and not standing on the side I expected.