Saturday 27 September 2014

Saturday Spankings - "I intend to spank you."

Saturday Spankings!

Happy Weekend my spankily awesome readers! This week I have a snippet from my forthcoming book Lord Westbrook's Muse which is going to be released in just a couple of weeks. Exciting, isn't it?

Cass is a beautiful and unconventional woman with a mysterious past and a rebellious nature. She has found herself alone in a secluded house with Lord Robert Westbrook, a man she has only recently met. Some earlier behaviour - and a flippant remark - will soon have some painful consequences.

She heard Lord Westbrook approach behind her and realised that her wanderings had brought her to the bedroom. She had been standing by the footboard, staring at the bed in deep contemplation. It was perhaps, not the most subtle of places for Lord Westbrook to happen upon her. 
He spoke. “Miss Glen, I have been thinking about your proposition.” 
“My proposition?” 
“Yes. You suggested earlier that I should punish you for your behaviour. I have decided that this is an excellent idea. We will not be disturbed here. Are you still willing?” 
 “How do you intend to punish me?” she asked warily. 
Was that a flicker of a smile she saw cross his stern features? 
“Oh, I think there is only one punishment suitable here.  I intend to spank you. Do I have your consent?”

The book is a sort-of sequel to my previous one, Lady Westbrook's Discovery. It's not necessary to read Lady Westbrook's Discovery before reading Lord Westbrook's Muse but I am going to suggest that you do anyway, because, you know, everyone should read my books.

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Saturday 20 September 2014

Saturday Spankings - “I think that’s enough of a warm-up”

Saturday Spank Time!
Last week, I shared with you a quick excerpt from my forthcoming Corbin's Bend book, East End Girl. It was a pre-spanking scene, really. A few swiftly delivered swats which we all knew were going to lead to a proper spanking. And sure enough, soon afterwards, Kirsty finds herself over Logan's knee.

Kirsty wriggled deliciously on his lap. She was clearly as ready for this as he was. 
He applied a volley of light spanks to her backside by way of a warm-up. Kirsty twisted back to look at him and Logan was amused to see a look of disappointment on her face. Did she really think this was as hard as he was going to spank her? Oh Kirsty, he thought, you have absolutely no idea. 
“I think that’s enough of a warm-up,” he said quietly and pulled her panties down to where her jeans were bunched above her knees. “Time to start this spanking properly.”

Corbin's Bend 2: Electric Booglaloo

East End Girl will be part of Corbin's Bend Season 2. Right now, you can pre-buy all nine books (including mine!) and nab yourself a fantastic 33% saving! The books will be automatically delivered to your Blushing Books account as they are released. You will be right at the front of the queue. It will be like when we used to go and queue up at midnight to get the new Harry Potter book. Only far more convenient.

Corbin's Bend are also being being part of a Thunderclap at the moment. I am a little fuzzy about Thunderclap but am given to understand that it's a terribly exciting Social Networking thingummy that "helps people be heard by saying something together." One hundred people need to sign up for it to work. Come on! We can do it! 'Yes Scotland' got 627% on their Thunderclap and loads more people are interested in Corbin's Bend than Scottish devolution, surely?

Click on the link here and become a part of it. Once we hit our goal, then as Peter Postlethwaite said in James and the Giant Peach: "Marvellous things will happen."

Which may or may not involve giant insects.
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Sunday 14 September 2014

Book Review - School's In Session

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School’s In Session is a collection of five books by Celeste Jones, Dinah McLeod, Kate Richards, Maggie Carpenter and Renee Rose all with a Back To School theme.

I can’t work out if that’s a weird theme for a collection of spanking books or not. On the one hand, I’m sure I’m not the only person whose early spanking fantasies all took place in the classroom. But on the other, if I think ‘school spanking story’, it does immediately bring to mind schoolteachers spanking schoolchildren which is clearly not what’s on offer here. Blushing Books are running a respectable publishing house and the spanking of minors is strictly verboten. 

The spanking of miners, however, is probably OK

The writers have therefore come up with an imaginative bunch of scenarios which fit the school spanking theme. There’s a grad student being spanked by her professor, a couple of mature students (one rather maturer than the other) getting spanky with one another, a kindergarten teacher on the receiving end of discipline from the headmaster, a nineteenth century rebel forced to marry the local schoolmaster and an aspiring writer with designs on the tutor at her writing adult education class.

I’m reviewing each of the books separately but would strongly advise you to buy the whole boxset for both money-saving reasons and getting-yourself-a-whole-heap-of-spanky-goodness-to-read reasons.
I’m going to start with the best because I don't hold with leaving the best til last in any situation. Give me the good stuff now, I say. And there’s plenty of good stuff in The Professor’s Girl.

Lucy is a graduate student who also works as lab assistant for sexy science professor, Dr Todd. There’s kind of an employer/employee relationship going on here but it didn’t stress me out the way the employer/employee relationship did in Renee’s recent book, Yes, Doctor.  Although that one was also a doctor/patient thing which flouted all kinds of professional guidelines. So does Professor/student probably but apparently I’m fine with that.

Although there is already mutual attraction between Lucy and Todd, neither of them have done anything about it. The relationship steps up a gear when the pair run in to one another at a spanking party. Todd is a regular attendee with whom the hostess likes to entrust her spankee newbies knowing they will be in good hands. Lucy is a first timer.

It’s the perfect setup.  Our heroes' level of experience is established, everyone knows they’re on the same spanking page and they all get to be both embarrassed and extraordinarily turned on. There’s no spanking between them at the party. Things don’t happen between them for a while although Lucy does a wonderful job of trying to goad him into action via strategically placed hairbrushes and ping pong paddles. But of course, they can’t resist one another for ever. When these two people who were so obviously meant to be together, do get together, it is hot and sweet and stern and quite, quite lovely.

I may have a massive grin on my face right now just thinking about it.

Laying  Down the Law

The heroine of this book is 45 year-old Ali who has returned to college to complete her law qualification after a twenty year absence. She is fairly immediately and comprehensively wooed by twenty-something classmate, Griff. He introduces her to the delights of sex shops, spanking and learning to put herself first for a change.

I love the fact that Griff spanks Ali for saying ‘sorry’ too much.  That’s a thing I totally do! When I go on holiday, I make sure I learn both ‘sorry’ and ‘thank you’ in the local language because I figure that covers about 90% of everything I say anyway. It’s a brilliant justification to spank someone. As soon you point out to someone that they apologise too much, you know they’re going to apologise for it. Then if you get to spank them for it, well that’s just going to trigger more ‘sorry’s and before you know it you’re stuck in a never-ending sorry/spanking loop. Which is excellent news for everybody.

The age difference is nicely handled. There are some neat touches like Ali getting her hair restyled and the thrown away reference to Fifty Shades of Grey: “She hadn’t even read that book that all the mothers whispered about at soccer games and bakes sales.” Because it would be stretching credibility for Ali not to have at least heard of it.

The legal storyline which runs through the story is rather less convincing than the relationship itself. I did find myself going 'hmm' during the final courtroom scene in which Ali gets to prove her lawyerliness. Not a good 'hmm' either. I don't think any of the legal stuff would hold up to the tiniest bit of scrutiny.

But that's all incidental to the main storyline which is Ali forging a new life for herself post divorce. Although Ali’s confidence is low, her two sons have just gone off to college and she is at the perfect time of her life to rediscover herself. And what better way to do that than with a new career and an adoring dom boyfriend?

You know, my daughter’s off to university next week. I’m thinking that finding myself a cocky twenty-something with an interesting collection of spanking implements could be just the thing to take my mind off it.

Michelle Johnson is supposedly having a run of bad luck at the start of the book. Thankfully, when it comes to job interviews she apparently has all the luck in the world.

She rocks up late then she tells the guy interviewing her for the role of kindergarten teacher that she doesn’t like teaching and she hates kids. It’s like the job interview scene from Ted. It works out OK because, of course, it turns out that there was a non-child-hating teacher inside her just waiting to get out. Seriously, though, I hope the School Board don’t find out about Joshua Black’s interview technique. Do you think they’d be OK with the fact that his decision to hire Michelle was largely based on the fact that he’d known her since they were at school together and he really, really fancied her?

I really enjoyed the chemistry the two heroes have together. It’s always nice when a character goes from not knowing that she’s into spanking to realising that a spanking is exactly what she needs in her life.

I have realised, though, that I have a bit of a problem with people in books having sex at work. It makes me anxious. I don’t mind if, say, the CEO of Madeup Enterprises is rogering his interns over the boardroom desk because who cares what those people get up to? But once it’s a proper job providing an actual service to people then I don’t like it when people start getting frisky on the premises. I mentioned Darling Adam’s Yes, Doctor earlier. That had some illicit store cupboard action that was probably outside the medical centre's acceptable practises guide. Casey McKay’s A Taste of Discipline featured tabletop shagging in a professional kitchen which is the sort of thing you’d have to lie about afterwards on your Food Hygiene form.

Detention with Professor Black was the most stressful yet in this regard. That’s a classroom, people! Stop getting sex all over it! Even worse than the over the desk shagging was Josh making Michelle write “naughty girls don’t get to cum” twenty times on the blackboard. I was really worried that would end badly. What if the chalk she used was a bit greasy? If that happens, you could end up with words re-appearing when the blackboard gets wet. It's like when you write with your finger on the bathroom mirror and it reappears next time it gets steamed up.I was genuinely too worried about that happening to concentrate on the sex properly.

And the weird thing is that Dinah McLeod sort of addresses my anxiety about sex in public places at the very end of the book. I don’t think it helped though. I think she made it worse.

I appreciate that this is entirely my own hang-up. But maybe writers could start adding this to the list of warnings on books. “Warning: This book contains non-consensual spankings, anal sex and some people having sex near the self-help section of a publicly funded library.”

Educating Marguerite

This is the only historical story in the collection. I love a good historical romance, me.  I want a hero to be able to throw a lady across his lap and navigate his way past a bunch of petticoats without having to worry about safe words or establishing whether or not the lady in question wants to embrace a kinky lifestyle.

Marguerite is a feisty, bad-tempered character who has plenty to be bad-tempered about given that her father insists that she attend the school of William Melton, the son of an old business partner of hers. She objects on the fairly reasonable grounds that she has already completed her education. When eventually Marguerite is able to convince her father that she shouldn’t be attending school any more, he marries her off to the schoolmaster instead. If that’s not reason enough for a girl to be a bit peevish, I don’t know what is.

In fact things are even worse than that because, believing Marguerite’s father to be responsible for his own father’s death, William Melton harbours a grudge towards Marguerite’s family and originally doesn’t even plan to be particularly nice to her. Luckily, the force of true love being what it is, both Marguerite and William manage to both be a good influence on the other and they both end up as much nicer people.

And although Marguerite may have been furious about being expected to attend school despite being an adult at the beginning of the story, it does make for a really fun start to the story. I particularly enjoyed seeing William apply discipline to Marguerite as her teacher before he has the opportunity to discipline her as her husband. William instructing Marguerite to bend over so can he administer her punishment with the school paddle makes for a very hot scene.

The plot does feel a little bit all over the place, though. It's very rushed towards the end – particularly the issue of what happened to William’s father which gets wrapped up in a couple of sentences from Marguerite’s father. It would have been nice to see the couple’s growing affection and acceptance of one another unfold just a little more gently.  Overall it’s a delightful story though. It’s nice to see that accepting William’s discipline does nothing to quash Marguerite's indomitable spirit as she seem all set to be a pioneer of women’s rights by the end of the book.

I wasn’t sure what to make of this one to begin with. It certainly doesn’t follow the usual pattern of a romance story and  a lot of the early part of the book consists of scenes that take place in the books being either read of written by the characters in the story. This gives it a bit of a disjointed feel.

After a couple of chapters, though, I found myself completely enthralled. The main character Isobel works for a publisher by day but dreams of being a writer. She enrols in a creative writing class run by sexy tutor, Patrick Doyle.

It looks like the story is going to be about Isobel and Patrick, but the story shifts focus later on and introduces us to a second hero, Isobel’s boss Brad who tells Isobel that the firm is planning to move into the erotica market and asks her to proofread some a couple of pages of a BDSM-y manuscript.

Having characters review other character’s writing in a book is a bit weird because it means that Maggie Carpenter effectively gets to praise her own writing. When Isobel is proofreading the book her boss gives her, she singles out specific phrases remarking to herself “I love that. Why can’t I think of phrases like that?” Don't worry character-also-written-by-the-same-person, I'm sure you can.

Isobel herself then tries her hand at writing erotica and find she has a natural talent for it. The praising-her-own-writing really goes into overdrive here. Everyone exclaims over Isobel's writing, two men want to seduce her off the back of it and it changes her life completely. Such is the power of writing good kink.

It’s an intriguing story which certainly takes any expectations you might form as you’re reading and turns them on their head.  I felt a bit sorry for the discarded love interest to begin with. So he’s not into commitment? Lots of dom-y types say that. It just takes the love of a good woman to sort them out. Just ask Christian Grey. Luckily Isobel’s rejected suitor completely blows it later on and I didn’t have to feel sorry for him anymore.

This is an excellently written book only made slightly weird by having characters flat-out tell you how excellently written parts of it are. Although, interestingly, nobody comments on the line “as my joyous dick slithers home” which appears in one of the character's manuscripts. I really don’t like the idea of penises slithering. Apart from sounding way too much like it's acting independently of its owner, that’s entirely the wrong movement a penis to be making. And it’s definitely worse if it's doing it joyously.

Pictured: Joyousness

Joyous slithering penises aside, (and God, you have no idea how many sentences I have to begin like that), this was an engrossing story. It was the last book I read in the School’s In Session collection and provided a surprising finale to a wonderfully satisfying box set.

Saturday 13 September 2014

Saturday Spankings - A Corbin's Bend Season 2 Spanking

I have a Corbin's Bend Spanking for you all this week. There are already nine fantastic Corbin's Bend books published by a bunch of great writers including Thianna D, Tara Finnegan, Maren Smith and Cara Bristol.

If you haven't checked out the Corbin's Bend series yet, you really should. In fact, judging by the way that the books have commandeered the Blushing Books bestseller lists for the last four months, you're quite possibly the only person who hasn't read them. Literally, everybody else has now. It's just you left. You need to catch up.

And there's no sign of things slowing down in Corbin's Bend because - excitingly - Corbin's Bend Season Two - will soon be upon us.

Corbin's Bend 2: Corbin's Bendier

More authors! More spanking! More everything!

And you know what?  I'm one of the Season Two authors! I am very, very excited about that. I feel like I have snuck into a very cool club without the bouncer noticing.

The first of the Season Two Corbin's Bend books, Thianna D's Chemistry of Attraction will go on sale on the 8th of October.

My story, East End Girl is currently scheduled for release right in the middle of the season on 3rd December.

And RIGHT NOW, Blushing books are offering everyone the chance to pre-order all 9 forthcoming Corbin's Bend books for $29.99. The package also includes an invitation to a private Facebook party with the chance to win all manner of prizes including gift certificates, mugs and a grand prize of an iPad mini.

You get a massive discount, you get the chance to win cool stuff, you get each book magically delivered to your Blushing Books account as soon as it is released, and you get to impress all your friends and relations with your excellent taste and impressive planning skills. What's not to love?

There's clearly a lot of love out there for Corbin's Bend. As of right this minute, the CB2 Pre-order Pack is currently Number One in Blushing Books Bestseller list!

My first ever number one and it's for a book that nobody's even read yet. I have no idea what to make of that.

So, to whet your appetite for the forthcoming Corbin's Bend season still further, my Saturday Spankings excerpt this week is from my Corbin's Bend book, East End Girl.

Kirsty has moved 5000 miles from East London to Corbin's Bend, Colorado in order to make a brand new start in her life. She meets Logan who is shocked to find out that she can't drive and offers to teach her. This is the first ever spanking - and first kiss! - between Logan and Kirsty. It's not much of a spanking admittedly but things are about to get a lot spankier very soon indeed.

It takes place after a particularly unsuccessful driving lesson. The pair of them are standing by Logan's car as he hugs a tearful Kirsty and tries to calm her down a bit. She has just told him that she quit smoking a few days ago,

“You know, that was why you were stressed out driving today. The nicotine withdrawal must be really getting to you.” 
Kirsty looked at him with an expression of incredulity on her face. “No shit Sherlock. You think that might be it? Thanks for your genius insight right there.” 
OK, she had definitely gone too far this time. Still holding her to him he drew back his hand and gave her four sharp smacks on her denim-clad rear. “That’s enough of that attitude. I’m only trying to help.” 
She looked at him, her eyes wide and her mouth ever so slightly ajar. “Oh,” was all she said. 
Logan looked at her beautiful mouth and realized that what he wanted to do more than anything else in the world right now was kiss it. So he did.

Check out the rest of this week's Saturday Spankers and have a wonderful, wonderful weekend.

Tuesday 9 September 2014

Summer Spanks Prizewinners!

It's the End of End of Summer Spanks!

The lucky prizewinners (who must know who they are by now given that I'm probably the last person to post this) are:

Kindle or Nook from Blushing Books - Kristin Brio!
$25 Gift Certificate to Amazon from Stormy Night Publications - Megan Michaels!
$25 Gift Certificate to Amazon from Baronet Press – Sarah Young!
One month membership to Pandora Blake’s Dreams of Spanking - Adaline Raine!
Hand made paddle from Blondie’s Place - Jule Kijek!
$25 Gift Certificate to Amazon from Wizards in Publishing - Alice Gottschall!
You can have it all package by Variant Books – Jolynn Raymond!
Six month membership to Discipline & Desire - Leigh Smith!
$25 GC from Jolynn Raymond - Holla Dean!
An ebook package from LearningDD - Cat Trouble!
Ebook Cover Design & Matching Facebook Cover Picture from Kandes Pixels - Roz in His Hands!

And the lucky, lucky winner of the awesome Etta Stark mug (which I expect she will cherish for all time and then pass on to her grandchildren as a family heirloom) is...

Holla Dean

Congratulations, Holla! Hey, I just realised that you also won one of the grand prizes up there. You made out like a bandit this bloghop. Well done you!

This is pretty much Holla's life right now.

Thank you so much Spanking Romance Reviews and Saturday Spankings for organising this! 

Summer has now officially left the building.

Thursday 4 September 2014

Summer Spanks - Old School Discipline

End of Summer Spannks

Note: This competition is now closed.

Summer's over. It's official, It must be because this is the End of Summer Spanks and if seasons aren't officially observed through spanky bloghops, they jolly well should be.

I am insanely excited to be involved in this bloghop. Partly because it gives me the chance to share my 'Back to School' spanking story with my lovely readers. But mostly because I get to reveal the most awesome prize that's ever been offered anywhere by anyone to anyone.


Prepare yourselves. Perhaps find a comfortable seat and some smelling salts. Because, today, you have the opportunity to become the owner of your very own Etta Stark Mug!

Oh yes. This little beauty could be yours to use however you see fit. You can use it for your favourite morning beverage such as tea, coffee or vodka martini. Or to store pencils. Or toothbrushes. Or maybe give it to the gentleman in your life for use as a penis beaker.

Just add penis
Whatever you choose to do with it, I can assure you that your life will be immeasurably improved by having an Etta Stark mug in it. "How can I win this wondrous object?" I hear you ask in that melodic - yet slightly demanding - voice of yours. Well, I'll tell you.

To win the prize, simply enter your email address where it says 'Sign Up for Occasional Awesome Emails' at the top right of this page and click 'submit'.

Then I can drop you  the occasional email when something really exciting happens such as releasing a new book or I discover the true meaning of life or... no, that's probably it. I won;t email you about anything else. I don't want to take advantage of your good natures.

I'll be in touch after the Summer Spanks weekend and let you know if you are the lucky winner.

And if you aren't lucky enough to win The Most Awesome Mug In The Whole World TM (and even if you are, come to think of it), there are a whole host of Wonderful and Amazing Summer Spanks prizes being given away by Spanking Romance including Amazon gift certificates, an e-reader and a handmade paddle. To be in with a chance of winning one of these great prizes, please leave a comment on this post. 

Remember to check out the linky list at the bottom of this post and visit all the other lovely bloggers who are participating in the bloghop.

Below is my Summer Spanks story. You can also download it is as PDF if you want to pop it on your kindle and read it later at your leisure.

Old School Discipline

Philippa Montgomery stood at the impressive oak door at the entrance to the Old Building at St Neots Academy and banged the brass knocker. She was trying to suppress any first day nerves but it wasn’t easy. This was it. The dream job. The one she had wanted since she’d qualified as a teacher.

Above the entrance was the school motto: “Poenam amplio moribus.” Punishment improves character. It made Philippa smile. St Neots had a long, proud history of administering corporal punishment and the motto must have been incredibly apt when the school was founded five hundred years ago but now that corporal punishment in school had been outlawed for several decades it seemed a little outdated. She couldn’t imagine that St Neots would change it though. Tradition is important.

The door was opened by Peter Waldegrave, Head of History and Philippa’s new boss. She hadn’t seen him since her job interview and was she hoped that she might find him slightly less intimidating than she did then.

It was hard not to be intimidated by the man. She found herself going dry at the mouth as she looked up at him. He was at least 6’4” with black hair, ice-blue eyes and a slightly forbidding expression his chiselled face that made Philippa want to either run away or reach up and stroke his cheekbones. Fortunately, she did neither.

“Philippa, good to see you. The Porter let me know you were on your way over. Did you have a good journey?”

“Yes, thank you, Mr Waldegrave.”

A shadow of a smile passed over his face. “Please. Call me Peter. I’ll take your bag for you.”

It wasn’t phrased as a question and Philippa automatically allowed Peter to take her suitcase from her.

He strode across the impressive entrance hall and headed to the huge open staircase. She trotted after him. “Thank you so much for agreeing to let me move in so far ahead of the start of term,” she said. “I only got back from Dubai two days ago. It’s so much easier being able to come straight here than having to find somewhere to live for the next five weeks before the start of term.”

“It’s no problem at all. I am here all summer anyway. I’m writing the History of St Neots Academy as you know so it makes sense to be in situ while I write it.”

“It sounds a fascinating project. I’ll try not to disturb your work.”

He looked back over his shoulder; his eyes flickered over her briefly. “I am sure you won’t” he said. “There’s some staff in residence over in the New Building all summer but over here, it will be just us two for the next three weeks.”

Referring to the main school building as ‘The New Building’ was a tradition which had been in place for the last two hundred years. It was constructed in the early nineteenth century and could only be considered new in comparison to the rest of the school buildings.

At the first floor landing, Peter pushed open a door which led to a corridor. “Make sure you pull the door shut behind you,” he said. “Otherwise it will bang.” Philippa pulled the door and followed Peter down the corridor. He opened another door which led to dormitories and Philippa had only followed a few steps before he stopped and turned to face her. “The door, Philippa.” he said simply.

“Oh, right. Sorry.” said Philippa rushing back to close the door properly.

“This will be your room,” he said when they reached a small self contained set of rooms near to one of the girls dormitories.  “I presume you are well acquainted with the layout of the school and its grounds.”

“Well, yes.  I used to go here, you know.”

“I do know. You were here for the very first year female students were accepted into the sixth form. You are an important part of the school’s history.”

“It was a privilege to come here. The reception we got wasn’t entirely positive at the time, of course. There were plenty of people who thought that St Neots should remain boys only. And now the school is completely co-educational. I liked to think we female sixth-formers paved the way for that.”

“Indeed. You and your fellow students were groundbreakers. I was taught here too, as a boy. Clearly there’s something about St Neots that draws its former pupils back. Feel free to wander around wherever you like and get your bearings.  I must warn you the kitchens are unstaffed and pretty empty at this time of year. However, I have what passes for a kitchenette in my rooms. You would be welcome to join me for dinner this evening.”

“Oh... um... yes, that would be delightful. Thank you.” She felt herself become flustered again by her gorgeous intimidating boss. He wasn’t asking you out on a date, you know, she scolded herself.

“I will see you at seven then. St Dunstan’s wing. I need to get back to work.”

With that he removed himself from her room and Philippa was left to her own devices. It was truly marvellous to be back at the old place. She loved St Neots with its imposing buildings and centuries of tradition. Getting a job here as a history teacher was a dream come true.

Wanting to reacquaint herself with the old place, she headed to the Old Building library. It wasn’t the biggest library at the school but it was certainly the most interesting for a historian. It was in the oldest part of the building, its shelves of antiquarian books reached up to the ceiling and on its far wall were portraits of many of the school’s illustrious Head Masters. Each one looking stern and intimidating in his mortar board and gown,

Glass cases inside the library contained  numerous artefacts relating the school’s history. Philippa had spent plenty of time here as a student and was immediately drawn to her favourite case.

The tall glass case contained a leather bound ledger, opened to a date in 1780 and headed ‘Punishment Book’. There was also a birch and several canes. Philippa recognised the objects like old friends. She dreaded to think how many hours she had probably spent staring at this display as a student. Corporal punishment had been abolished before Philippa had attended the school but the subject had fascinated her for as long as she could remember.

 She noticed to her surprise that the lock which normally held it closed was open. She tentatively pushed it and the glass panel swung open. She took a deep breath and almost reverently picked up one of the rattan canes. She felt a shiver go through her as she held the historic artefact.

The sound of a throat being cleared behind her startled her from her reverie. She jumped and quickly replaced the cane in the cabinet before turning to face Peter shamefacedly.

“It is not permissible to remove objects from the display cases,” Peter said sternly.

“I’m sorry. I know I shouldn’t have. I don’t know what came over me.”

“I suspect that your professional inquisitiveness got the better of you,” said Peter, the corner of his mouth turning up into what was almost a smile.

He strode forward and stood beside her at the display case. “So what do you know of that object?” he asked.

Feeling like she was being quizzed on her specialist subject, Philippa replied, “That particular cane belonged to Sebastian Clutton who was Head Master here in the early nineteenth century. A man with a remarkable enthusiasm for bestowing corporal punishment, even by the high standards set in this place. The punishment book there was also his.”

Peter nodded. “Very good. As you know, he meticulously recorded the details of each and every one of the hundreds of beatings he meted out to his pupils. I have had the privilege of studying his diaries for my book, you know. He kept meticulous notes there as well. And it turns out that he didn’t just punish students. He was an enthusiastic deliverer of physical punishments to all the female staff as well. Disciplining schoolboys was a duty. Disciplining maidservants was clearly something of a hobby.”

Philippa’s eyes widened. “He wrote about it?” she asked.

“At great length. There was one maid in particular, Molly Beaton, whose punishments get the most florid descriptions.  He spanked her on her very first day for bringing his shaving water up late and continued to spank her on a regular basis for the rest of his time as Head Master. Given that she was in her sixties and Clutton in his eighties by the time he took retirement, I don’t think she objected too strongly to his methods of discipline.”

Peter’s  ice-blue eyes were watching her intently. Did he have any idea, she wondered, how very turned on he was making her? The first time he’d said the word ‘spank’ she’d almost had to stifle a moan.

“Come with me, Philippa,” he said, briskly. “I want to show you something.”

He took her to through to the history classrooms. Philippa looked around her hardly daring to believe that she would soon be teaching in these very classrooms.

“There’s a store cupboard here that you might find elucidating. Given your apparent area of interest.”

He unlocked the door to a large cupboard and turned on the light. There was an abundance of items inside from school trophies to framed maps and old-fashioned school desks with ink holders. 
“What with my interest in the school’s history, I have a tendency to hoard. I thought those might of interest to you.” He nodded towards the wall and Philippa followed his gaze.

“Oh,” she said quietly.

Hanging on the wall, each from its own individual peg were four school canes.

“Not as old as the ones in the library, admittedly. But you are allowed to pick these ones up.”
Philippa couldn’t resist she reached up and unhooked the nearest cane from its peg. Examining the smooth rattan cane, she wondered about its history. How many recalcitrant backsides had been caned by this object?

“How old are these ones?” she asked.

“Hard to tell. It’s not like there were distinctive fashions in canes over the years. Relatively recent I’d say. 1960s or 1970s most likely. Caning was still regularly carried out then.”

“Was there caning when you were a pupil here?”

Peter smiled. It was probably the first full smile she’d seen on him. He should do it more often she thought. He was good-looking beforehand. When he smiled, he was breathtaking.

“Ah well, I am an important part of St Neots history too in that regard. I have the dubious honour of being the last boy ever caned at this school.”

Philippa laughed. “Is that something to be proud of or ashamed of, I wonder?”

“A little of both I think.”

“What did you do?”

“I smuggled a young lady from the nearby girls’ school into my study in the middle of the night.”

“What for?”

He let out a short bark of laughter. “I was seventeen years old. If you can’t imagine what the young lady and I intended to get up to then you may need to work on your deductive reasoning.”

“Oh.” Philippa blushed and then blushed still further as she tried to formulate her next question. “And the girl, did she get caned too?”

Peter raised an eyebrow. “No. It wouldn’t have been likely anyway. But after we were caught, we decided to represent her as the poor innocent misguided soul who was led astray by my wicked ways. It seemed the best way of avoiding us both getting in trouble over it.”

“What a gentleman you were.”

Another laugh. “That’s one way of looking at it, I suppose.”

“Did it hurt? The caning, I mean?”

“Of course. That was the point. But it was preferable to expulsion.”

“Do you think corporal punishment should be reinstated?” she asked.

Peter shook his head. “God no, I think we’re better off without it, don’t you? Although,” he continued thoughtfully. “I think there is one exception I would like to make to that.”

He was looking at her in such a way that it turned her insides to mush.

“What’s that?” she said quietly.

“I think I could support Sebastian Clutton’s policy of administering corporal punishment to the female staff. What do you think? Do you think the occasional sound spanking would help you do your job better?”

“I... I...” Philippa spluttered. His words had lit a fire directly within in her. She was so turned on by his last question that she could barely formulate a sentence. “I’m not a maidservant!” she spluttered out and then cursed herself. Might he take that as a ‘no’?

“No, obviously, you’re not a maidservant. You’re a history teacher. There weren’t any female teachers in Clutton’s day; if there had been, perhaps he would have taken great delight in punishing them too. As your line manager at St Neots, it falls into my remit to deal with you over any disciplinary matters. Do you know why I came down to the library earlier?”

“No,” said Philippa.

“After expressly telling you to shut the doors properly earlier, you managed to leave not just one but both of them ajar after you left your room. I found it impossible to work with the doors banging and came down to tell you of it.”

Embarrassment flooded her face. What an idiot she was. She had completely forgotten what he had told her about the doors. “I’m so sorry,” she mumbled.

“Well what with that and touching historic artefacts without permission, I believe you have a punishment coming. Do you agree?”

Philippa stared at the tall, gorgeous, domineering man in front of her and, terrified as she was, felt like all her Christmases had come at once.

“Yes,” she said hoarsely.

“Hand me the cane, Philippa.” he said.

She did as instructed. He held the cane in his right hand and swished it through the air. He then took hold of Philippa’s arm and led her gently to one of the desks in the classroom.

“Are you ready for your caning?” he asked.


“Bend over the desk.”

 Philippa complied. She was wearing a formal black skirt with a white shirt and high heels. This was her first day in her new job after all. She had wanted to look smart.

Peter took her skirt and lifted it up above her hips and then pushed her knickers to the side slipping his finger inside of her.

Philippa was surprised by his action but didn’t object. It felt good to have him touch her there, even though she was so wet it was almost embarrassing. She was practically dripping onto her shoes.

Peter chucked. “Good girl. I see you’re very ready indeed.” He withdrew his finger and walked over to a neighbouring desk from where he pulled out a chair. Seating himself he patted his lap. “Over my lap, Philippa. I think a warm-up spanking would be in order first.”

“A warm-up spanking?” she asked cheekily. “Is that historically accurate?”

“No. Think of it as a concession to the caring, compassionate twenty-first century. I’m all heart like that. Now get over my lap.”

She placed herself carefully across his thighs and then shrieked as he pulled her forwards, tipping her so that her hands were on the floor and her bottom was raised high in the air. He pushed her skirt out of the way and yanked her knickers down to her knees.

Then he spanked her bottom. Hard. She tried not to wriggle as the firm had swats rained down on her bottom, but it was difficult. She resisted the urge to shield her bottom with her hands. This had been her number one sexual fantasy for the last goodness knows how many years. She couldn’t believe it was finally happening. She also couldn’t believe how much it hurt.

After Peter had successfully turned her bottom into a furnace he stood her up in front of him. “Right that’s the warm up done. Time for your caning.”

Philippa panicked slightly at that. She wasn’t sure how much more she could take. But she didn’t want him to stop. Peter led her to the desk and bent her over it. Her skirt was still round her waist and her backside was once again exposed to his view.

“Just four strokes, I think, as you are new to this,” he said.

Philippa wondered briefly how new he was and then the first cut of the cane vanquished any thoughts from her mind.

She yelled out at the sudden rush of pain in her backside.  She heard the second stroke of the cane whistling through the air as it came down. Once more her backside exploded in pain. The third stoke hit her lower down on her backside, its sting making tears spring to Philippa’s eyes despite her best efforts to stop them.

“Last one,” said Peter. “You’re doing well.”

“The last stroke of the cane came down on the very lowest part of her buttocks where her cheeks met her thighs. Philippa screamed out at the pain and gripped the desk tightly. Even once he had stopped, the pain in her backside was overwhelming. She was sore beyond all her expectations and, god, she was more turned on than she had ever been in her life. Peter pulled up her panties with a jerk and the touch of the cotton against her pussy was almost more that Philippa could bear. She felt like she was seconds away from reaching orgasm.

“You took your punishment admirably,” he said. “I’m impressed.”

“Thank you ... sir.” she said, still bent over the desk.

Peter laughed. “ I like you calling me ‘sir’” he said. “Up you get now.”

She did. Her face was scarlet, her hair was all over the place and her cheeks were streaked with tears. And yet Philippa had never felt more sexy or more wanton than she did right now.

If Peter felt the same way, however,  he wasn’t giving anything away.

“Right,” he said briskly. “I need to get back to work. Are you still coming to my rooms for dinner at seven?”


“Good. I’ll see you then.” He began to walk off.

“Aren’t you going to put that back in the store cupboard?” asked Philippa looking at the cane that Peter was still holding.

He laughed. “Oh no. This is coming up to my rooms with me. I have a feeling that I am going to find plenty more opportunities to use it.”