What If or Truth stories

 This is a true story took place a few years ago. I hadn't yet begun my journey into the world of Domestic discipline. This is how it happened.       Truth story 2  The Discovery.  I was half way through my 18th year. Everything seemed to be going well for me. I worked in care, a job I enjoyed.  The pay could've been better, as you'll probably guess, as a teenage girl, I was always short of money. Worked every bit of overtime I could get just to survive and enjoy my hobby of wargaming.    At first it seemed like another Saturday, I slept in, had tea and toast for breakfast. Then sat around on YouTube checking out hobby videos before I even decided to get dressed.    Yes I needed to do a few household chores that weekend. I hadn't long taken possession of my flat. The decorating had been done. But chores like laundry and tidying up were always put off until the last minute.   I wasn't messy by any means, but I j...

Due to several questions both Bea and I are asked often we decided to do a question and answer segment.   Mike chose some questions we get asked often and asked both myself and Bea in a interview style. Mike Ok I've selected a few questions that have been asked to both Bea and Sophie. There several most asked questions and a few I've picked as well.   So first off introduce yourselves. Bea I'm Beatrice Smith wife of Mike.  Sophie I'm Sophie Wylie long time friend and you can say surrogate daughter. Mike   Ok first question when was your first spanking.  Bea my first spanking that I remember was at primary school by the class teacher. A friend of mine and I was talking in class. We were about 6 years old and we were told to stop and were warned. My friend stopped but I replied cheekily. She took me to the front of the class put me over her knee and gave me four smacks on my skirt. I was so embarrassed.   My first DD spanking was at 17 by ...

 This story is a continuation of the yard visit story. It is a fictional story but the characters are real people.           The Yard Visit Part 2.      As I stood in the corner I heard 'J' offering the slipper to Bea, which he just used to set fire to my now burning bottom.    'K' had been trying to quit smoking for a while, with encouragement from us all. Now she followed a method, 'J' liked to call the Sophie method.  As it is I, who first told him about this particular method of giving a sore bottom to the smoker everytime they smoke.    Bea spoke with both 'J' and 'K' for a few moments.  I couldn't hear what was being said.  Though Bea took the plimsoll from 'J' and sat in the very chair 'J' just used to slipper me, and instructed 'K' to come to her.    I tried to get in a sneaky glance as to what was happening, but didn't want to run the risk of getting in further trouble. Only he...

     There are two categories of stories on this blog.  What if = a fantasy/ fictional story and Truth = an actual event.    The following story is a Truth story that actually took place.      The Alarm Clock Altercation.    I was peacefully asleep, as I felt a sharp sting on my bottom.  I rose up quickly to a seated position, shocked at what happened, still feeling the slap on my bottom.   There  sitting up in my bed looking towards the side of my bed,   stood with arms folded across her chest was an unhappy looking Bea.    I looked at her puzzled, not knowing why she looked cross, when Bea had woken me up before with a smack on the bottom, she was smiling,  plus it was more a pat last time.  No this time she looked cross and the smack left a sting behind. "Ow Bea that stung." I stated. "Good, look at the time, you're late." Bea replied crossly.    How could I be la...

The stories on this blog are in two categories.   What if = stories based on fantasy and fiction.  Truth = stories based on true events. This is a what if story. It's based on a friend whom I regularly chat with and exchange daily comments about our disciplinary lives. The story is a work of fiction, though the characters are real.  Full names aren't used for their privacy.                  The Yard Visit    It was mid morning when we arrived near the yard. The chilly morning was giving away to a bright day, the sun casting it's shadow over the buildings and stables of the yard.   As we pulled into the parking area, safely to one side as not to spook or endanger the horses, Bea and I emerged from our car.  With a scan around we noticed a couple of girls around my age working near an open stable door. "Is that 'Ch'?" I was asked.      I turned my gaze to Bea, a shrug indicating I wasn't su...