Janice, who is fifty-three, and Christie, who is fifty-two, are close friends, both with husbands, enjoyed girly sex with each other when their husbands were away together. As well as loving girly sex with her friend, Janice had another desire, which was to be spanked. However, she had never plucked up the courage to ask anyone to spank her. Her desire was to be spanked by a woman, and, more recently, her desire was, more...

She didn’t knock. Just that soft, nearly insolent tap, like she already knew he’d be standing behind the door. And he was. The corridor outside the hotel room was stale with the scent of old carpet cleaner and something cheap and floral. One overhead light buzzed above her, casting a half-shadow across her collarbone. Her coat was long. Buttoned to the top. But the slit in the back offered a glimpse of a single bare calf...

Emma Hogan, who was eighteen and in her final year at college, came out of the shower wrapped in her towel and was distraught when she realised that her dress had been taken. She knew she should have left it in her locker but was lazy and left it hanging on the hook. She was distraught because she knew her Punishment Slip was in the pocket, and she was due in just a few minutes to go and see Miss Forbes to be both spanked...

They sat on a rise on a riverbank under a large gum tree. It was hot. Yellow grass, neurotic cicadas, and distant voices – children and families in the park or by the river. Discretion and lack of expectation were the basis of their meetings. They liked games. They'd broken up long ago. Emotion was absent. They'd meet with the possibility of sex, but no guarantee of it. No passionate or loving sex. Her pale face, red hair...

Emma had given it quite a bit of thought overnight, and decided she wanted to follow the lead set by Miss Hoskins. She knocked on the door to the staffroom, having arranged with Miss Hoskins for a private discussion. She was dressed in her summer college uniform of a short-sleeved green and white gingham dress with a white belt and white ankle socks. Miss Hoskins had been concerned that Emma was going to issue some threat...

Tam had one of her closest friends, Grace, who was also twenty-four, sleeping over tonight. They were going together to a friend's party, then back to Tam's for the sleepover. The two girls had been friends for many years. However, Tam hadn't yet told Grace that she was now spanked again by her mum as her normal punishment. Grace had previously been spanked by her own mum, but not for about six years. Amber was out for a...

Life had changed so dramatically for Tammy, who was now twenty-four, and was now spanked regularly by both her mum, Sandy, who was forty-four, and, perhaps even more importantly, by Amber, her younger sister who was twenty. Tammy saw the tremendous improvement in herself over the previous discipline regime, which involved her mum giving very long, one-sided scoldings about her misbehaviour or disobedience. Tammy had been...

I followed my best friend down a pathway, passed the manion of a wealthy old man. The path led to two big black doors. My heart was pounding through my chest and I could feel the sweat in my palms. I gulped and took in a deep breath. ''ID?'' the tall and bulky women dressed in tight black leather straps that barely cover her body asked. I reached for my ID, but before I pulled it out of my bag, my best friend pulled out a...

Kathy, who was sixty, was walking down the road towards the discipline centre because of the violation she intentionally committed. Being punished at a discipline centre was something that she had fantasised about for so many years, and yet she had never once been spanked or caned, and throughout her life had been looked upon as a truly alpha female. For years now, she would look at women she passed in the street or saw a...

After standing at the bus stop for around thirty minutes, an old bus arrived, and I quickly went in. Being a weekend, there were few passengers on board, many seats were empty, and there was a huge discount on the fare. Getting in, I scanned the bus with my eyes, looking for a seat next to the window but almost all the window seats were occupied, only one was empty and it was located in the back column. I hate sitting at...