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...
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...
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...
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