As a part of American culture, the paddle featured early in my fantasies despite my lack of relevant experience. Even the dictionary entry provided plenty of fuel for my imagination. Part of the appeal was - and is - the element of distance and impersonalisation, with paddling being far less intimate than handspanking. The … Continue reading Paddles and Punishment
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Book of the Month: Disciplinary Tales 3
I've been sorely missing DJ Black ever since Voice in the Corner went dark a few months back. I was therefore thrilled to see that LSF have just released another collection of DJ's stories in Disciplinary Tales Issue 3. I enjoyed the chance to get reacquainted with some of his earlier stories. From the publisher: … Continue reading Book of the Month: Disciplinary Tales 3
Leading and Learning: First Punishment
From the Sarah Saga “Bring me the brush.” Sarah took a deep breath before complying. It was time. After nearly three weeks of discussion, negotiation, confession, apology, scolding, it was time for the punishment. There had been scolding this morning as well, in-person scolding, and though it had reminded her of precisely … Continue reading Leading and Learning: First Punishment
Hands
I've always been drawn to punishments involving hands. Hands are erotic- whether the giver or receiver of the punishment- but not nearly as overtly sexual as naked nether regions or implements. Unlike both other things, they can be left in the open without drawing attention. Except, of course, from those who know what they have … Continue reading Hands
The New Member of Staff
Sarah waited at the end of the hall outside Greg's room. They always put him in the room at the end of the hall. How considerate, she thought, though she wondered if the consideration was more for him or his charges. The sounds of spanking had faded several minutes ago, clearly audible from the corridor … Continue reading The New Member of Staff
The House at the End of the Street
Meg almost walked past the house, as she had done so many times before, but this trip was different. She paused outside the rusted gate, peering through the bars at the once majestic house set on the unkept lawn. The property must have been beautiful under a previous owner, but she could never recall a … Continue reading The House at the End of the Street