Pop was a fifty eight year old Bengali man who owned a corner shop in East London, he had earned the nick name pop from his customers who started calling him pop after his daughter had called him it a few times, pop was well liked in the local area where he had his shop, but there were some of the residents who were racist and gave him a lot of verbal racist abuse but they still went in his shop, pop had thought of banning the racist but his son had told him that their money was as good as anyboy’s. Twelve year old Amy was in the shop buying milk and pop’s son Asif who was the same

I had never really been properly spanked growing up. I only ever remember it happening once and it was like 3 smacks so it was never really bad. Nevertheless, once I got into College that changed quite a bit as a woman was going to make sure I was properly disciplined. One day when I was in College, I was walking back from my classes to my dorm room. Near the school was this small neighborhood, and I passed it everyday on the walk back to my room. This time however, something different happened as a rather attractive woman walked up to me as I was walking the sidewalk. She had short, blonde hair that was wavy and wore a

It was around 11:30 p.m. One typical summer Saturday night. My sister had gone club hopping with her girlfriends, dad had gone out of town for the weekend again, my mother was probably in her bed fast asleep and the house party I went to was a flop. I figured that the best thing to do was to go home, head to the basement that I had converted to my personal abode, take a shower, slip one of my porno videos in the machine and beat my meat before I went to bed. As expected, my sister wasn’t home, the house was in darkness and mom had apparently retired for the night. “Perfect…” I thought to myself. “No one to

Martin was stood in the lounge of where he lived looking down at his child minder Tracy who at sixteen years of age was four years older than what he was, Tracy had been left to look after Martin for the weekend while his parents went away on a trip. Martin knew that Tracy was only child minding him because she was desperate to earn money so that she could go on holiday with her mates from school, Martin knew that if Tracy could not get the money she would not be allowed to go on holiday with her mates. Tracy had left Martin in bed the night before and sneaked out to see her mates returning quite drunk and

Sixteen year old Martin was a well known thug in the town where he lived, he was violent and racist and homophobic, it was well known that he was a burglar, it was often said that if something was not screwed down Martin would steal it and if it was screwed down he would still try and steal it. Many residents of the town where Martin lived were scared of him and were trying to get him thrown out of town and banned from the town but no matter how hard they tried they failed in their quest. It was early afternoon when the eighty nine year old pensioner had just left the shops as she walked towards the bus

The underground car park of the large shopping centre was hardly ever used, there was a lot of junk laying around in the carpark most of the lights were fused and not working with very few of them on, the pedestrian access door into the car park was always locked, so the only way into the shopping centre was from the street doors, there were some homeless people who slept in the car park but few other people went into the car park, Some of the local residents said the car park was haunted and called it the ghost car park, Asif was a young Bengali boy who often hung about in the car park thinking it safer in there

It was in the early hours of the morning when the peace and quiet of the street was broken by the sound of screeching tyres and an engine being reved up, residents who had been woken from their sleep looked out of their bedroom windows and saw sixteen year old Steve on his brothers motor bike causing the disturbance, Steve was well known for his thugish violent behaviour, his older brother was just as bad and was in prison for hitting a police officer, Steve’s sister Amy was twelve and the complete opposite of her brothers, she was quiet, polite and would help anybody if she could. Residents shouted at Steve to be quiet but got the normal verbal abuse

Mr Khan had run the small corner shop owned by his family for forty years and now at the age of 60 years was looking forward to retiring and going home to visit his brother in his home town of Bangladesh, he was sitting behind the counter in the shop watching sixteen year old Dawn on the security mirrors, he knew that she was a shop lifter but had never managed to catch her in the act, his son boss who was four years younger than what Dawn was was also watching her by peeping round the corner of the shelves, Dawn was a local girl who caused lots of trouble and had been out of a youth detention centre

The small Bengali owned grocery shop had stood in the middle of the rough and run down council housing estate for many years it suffered from a few shop lifters mainly teens who stole cheap booze, sixteen year old timber was the owners son and was working late, he was just putting a notice up that said I am called timber because as a little boy I kept shouting timber so my gran nicknamed me timber, he thought that will stop people asking why I am called timber, out of the corner of his eye timber saw sixteen year old Tina stuffing booze into her bag, he turned and challenged her just as her aunt walked in, Tina’s aunt asked

It was early evening on the East London housing estate the meeting room was full of angry residents who were fed up with unruly behaviour of some of the youths on the estate, the speaker called the meeting to order and started off his speech by welcoming all residents then went on to tell the gathered residents that there had to be measures taken to control the unruly young people on the estate who were turning the estate into a cess pit a place where the council would no longer come and do repairs and finished by saying we need to take action to control the yobs. Somebody shouted out ” give them a bloody good spanking, somebody else added

Sixteen year old Mia was walking with her ten year old sister through the woods near to where they lived, it was early afternoon and very warm, as they walked Mia saw Martin who was a couple of years younger than what she was and lived in the same street that she lived in and lived just a couple of houses away from the house she lived in, Martin walked past the two girls and did not say anything as he walked past them, as Martin got a few feet in front of the two girls Mia saw that the to of his shorts were low and the some of his bum was showing, Mia told her sister to look

Sara was walking along the road with the community nurse who was fed up with the mouth that the sixteen year old was giving, she was glad that Sara was only working with her for the day as a fact finding project for her school, Nursey Jones as she was known told Sara that the last patient they had seen was an ex S.A.S. member and that she should have not spoke to him the way she had, Sara replied ” bullocks he is an old coffin dodger and should have been put down ages ago” Sara was checking her pockets and said ” fuck I left my phone in the old bastards house I am going back for it” 

16 year old Steve was standing in the lounge of his house, he had just got back from football practice, his neighbour was talking to his mum about Steve swearing at her daughter, little Sally who had not started the big school was stood there as Sally’s mum related to Steve’s mum how her son and his best friend Mark had been playing football in the garden and when the ball went over the fence Steve had asked for the ball back and when Sally took her time in getting up to get the ball Steve had sworn at her calling her a slow lazy bitch and to move her fucking self, Steve’s mum looked at him and clipped him

Ruth Anderson sat at in her new office, she had been promoted six months earlier and it still excited her being on the tenth floor. Ruth was a quiet lady just past her forty-fourth birthday, she had been brought up in a strict catholic family, an only child with a dominant father who because of his wrath she had obeyed to the letter. She had spent the last twenty four years in a cold almost sexless marriage, the biggest surprise was that her and husband Donald had produced a wonderfully beautiful daughter Lena who at twenty two was about to complete a masters degree in business studies in London school of economics. Ruth realised that her life was somewhat empty

The following is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to actual persons is unintended. Part Ten. Steffi stood silently in front of Herr Bauer, her mind a mass of conflicting emotions. There was a lot of truth in what he said. Her life had gone completely off the rails since she came to Argentina. She had read somewhere in the documentation from the Institute that the total cost of her tuition, accommodation and Bursary was over 50,000 euros. She was lucky not to be facing criminal charges, and that was in no small part due to Herr Bauer. He seemed to have really pulled out all the stops to get her off any criminal charges. Even a drugs conviction would have horrified

The following is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to actual persons is unintended. Part Nine. Steffi lay prostrate face down over the desk top, with Herr Bauers left hand pressing the small of her back down firmly above her bare buttocks and thighs, her face turned to one side. She had lost all feeling in her bound hands. She felt so exposed. The fear of rape had subsided, but she dreaded what would happen next. Oh My God, hes going to do it all over again, this time on her bare bottom, she thought. Hadn’t he punished her enough already? The blows rained down again in rapid succession. Herr Bauer struck her as hard as possible on each side of her bottom

The following is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to actual persons is unintended. Part Eight. Steffi lay sprawled face down over Herr Bauers desk, her hands bound tightly behind her back with the leather strap. The beating had finally stopped. The rapid drumbeat of sharp stinging slaps ended, and the searing pain of each successive blow subsided into a sore, hot, throbbing painful ache across her bottom. She wanted desperately to rub her stinging bottom, but the leather strap cut deeply into her wrists and she began to lose feeling in them. Oh My God, she thought, he must have spanked her 50, or more like 100 times. It seemed to have gone on for ever. What was he going to

The following is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to actual persons is unintended. Part Seven. Steffi nodded and looked directly at him. “I accept your punishment, Herr Bauer. I will comply with your conditions to keep my scholarship.” “What I have just set out is hardly a punishment, Fraulein Muller. Just some preventive measures to help keep you out of further trouble. And having your own apartment would normally be considered a reward for good behaviour, rather than a punishment for bad behaviour. I gave an undertaking to the police that you would be severely punished, and you will be, but I will come to that later. However, firstly I have to tell you that as your Moral Tutor I will

The following is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to actual persons is unintended. Part Six. Steffi couldn’t sleep much that night. There was just too much going through her mind. She woke up early on Sunday morning, her stomach tied up in knots. Olivia made her some breakfast but she hardly touched it. The morning dragged. She would have to wait till 3 p.m. to discover her fate from Herr Bauer. He seemed to have been working hard on her behalf to keep her out of trouble since it all happened on Thursday evening. She felt a strange mixture of fear and gratitude towards him. He had shown some concern for her welfare, and she was aware that a

The following is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to actual persons is unintended. Part Five. As Steffi returned home totally exhausted, Olivia and the girls rushed to meet her and hugged her, their faces simultaneously a mask of both anxiety and relief. All sorts of rumours were flying around about the disturbance of the previous evening. Steffi had been stabbed herself, or someone else had died. Steffi had been charged with murder. The police or the Institute were closing down the student house and terminating their scholarships. All the girls were shouting at once as they went into the lounge and Steffi explained what had occurred. At least she explained all that she knew, that Francisco had stabbed Pablo and

The following is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to actual persons is unintended. Part Four. When Steffi saw Herr Bauer, she realised that the police must have called him using the numbers on the back of her laminated identity pass. He glanced briefly in her direction, the expression on his face betraying extreme anger and withering contempt. He turned and had a conversation with the sergeant and another officer. She couldn’t make out what was said. Steffi could almost die of embarrassment. She stood in the room with her hands still handcuffed in front of her, her hair and clothing dishevelled, her face tear stained. Her mascara had run. She would never have  dressed this way when she attended the Institute.

This story is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to actual persons is unintended. Part Three. Pablo always seemed to have plenty of money and was very generous. He took her out to night clubs and enjoyed having her to display to his friends as something of a trophy. He bought her clothes, jewellery, perfume and underwear. Some of the items seemed to be as much for his pleasure as hers. The clothes matched Katarinas wardrobe, short, tight and revealing. She was more than willing to dress to please him. While out in public he always had an arm round her waist or chest or a hand on her bottom, as though to signal his ownership of Steffi to those around

The following is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to actual persons is unintended. Part Two. Steffi listened intently to Herr Bauer as he went through various administrative matters. “Ill take you to see the Director shortly. Hell want to see you briefly. His name is Professor Herr Dr. Jurgen Scharfschwerdt.” Steffi giggled at the odd sounding name she had first heard the previous day. Herr Bauer silenced her immediately with an icy glare and she blushed with embarrassment. “I have been designated the Moral Tutor to yourself and the other students at the house,” he declared. “Obviously you are all of age and over 18 now. But the Institute has certain responsibilities to your parents and has to act in

The following is a work of fiction. If you are easily offended, please read no further. Any resemblance to actual persons is unintended. Part One. Steffi Muller grew up with her parents and younger sister in the small southern Bavarian town of Ohlenheim, an idyllic location nestling in the foothills of the Alps. It was so picturesque that in the past it had actually been used as a chocolate box cover. The town was quiet and prosperous and served the surrounding farming area. Steffis parents were strict Catholics, and she attended church twice a week, where she also sang in the choir and helped her mother arrange the flowers. She helped out with her friend at a stables on the

While I was looking for some photos of spanking on the internet I came across a web site where people who wanted to be spanked could meet people who liked to spank people. The site was free to join and I had always wondered how much different it would feel to have someone spank me as an adult instead of spank myself, as I had done from time to time since I got spanked as a teenager so I thought I’ve got nothing to loose so I joined. I looked at some of the posts and found there was a bloke about 20 miles from me willing to spank naughty boys and a few people seemed to have commented he

My only experience of being tied up while being spanked was when I met a retired couple off a spanking website, he contacted me and said he would like to spank me but made no mention at that point about his wife watching. I agreed to meet him and we discussed things via email and he said as well as spank me he would like to cane me and that he expected me to be naked for this. I had been spanked a few times by now and was getting more confident about being punished naked so I told him I had never been caned but so long as he would stop if I asked him to I would give

My parents never really spanked me as a child, I would get the occasional slap on the leg but that was it and that was very rare. But I got spanked by a stranger and I guess that’s when I started to think about spanking and started to spank myself. There was this wood near my home were we would play, but we very rarely saw anyone else in the wood. On this day none of my mates could come out but it was such a lovely warm day, so I went up there by myself and was riding my push-bike around the trail we had made. After a while I was feeling hot so as no one else was

I’d been dating Mark for three months. He was a 25 year old god. His 6’2″ frame was ripped with smooth muscles. He had short blond hair and a really handsome face and strong jaw. He loved getting fucked and had taken many cocks, the biggest being a 12″ black cock. He also loved fucking with his gorgeous 8″ cock. Mark and I were very open about fantasy and also invited other men to play sexually with us together. However, I told Mark I wanted to start using him like a whore. The idea turned him on, and he gave me permission to proceed. I created an account for him online and included some great nude pics of him. I

Master tortured me last night. I didn’t think that kind of torture was possible from 1400km away, but he managed to do it. What did he do? Simple. He made me sit with my vibrator on max inside me until he was finished. Thank you for the punishment Master, I know I deserved it. As a result? I had two of the most powerful orgasms I have had in a long time. Then I went to bed. The resulting dream is apparent of what he put me through last night… I came home from a long, busy day of teaching youngsters. It had been a very hard day, including an hour drive each way, and I was exhausted. I walked

A week later, the headmaster informed Erika that Bethany Crister had been caught smoking marijuana again, a fourth offense. Stage four punishment was called for, and Erika listened intently to Mr. Smith, as he outlined what he had planned for Bethany’s punishment. Five minutes before classes ended for the day, Erika made her way to Mr. Smith’s office. In his private bathroom, she stripped naked, and got set up as Mr. Smith had outlined for her. She cracked open the door just a bit, and watched and waited. Five minutes later, and Mr. Smith led Bethany in, and she knew what she was going to get. “Miss Crister, you’ve been punished three times, and yet here we are again, for

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