Misplaced Donna Fanfiction - Part 4

Continued from Part 3 Here

Mrs. Main took Donna by the arm and turned her around so she could see Donna’s bottom. Nodding in satisfaction, she started towards the door dragging Donna behind.

Donna stumbled following her, but pulled up sharply at the door. 

“Mrs. Main! Wha, where are we going?!” she cried out in horror as it seemed the housemother was taking her outside. Mrs. Main tugged Donna’s arm again but fear had granted Donna strength and she resisted. “Mrs. Mainnnn, noooo, Please no.”

Mrs. Main faced Donna squarely. “If you want me to sign your papers, you have two choices. One, you obey me and follow quietly. Two, I take you outside and give you another spanking in front of whoever walks by. And when I’m finished you will then follow me. Either way you’ll end up in the same place. It just depends if the girls see their Professor Warren spanked like a little girl in front of their eyes.” Her eyes bore down on Donna’s.

Just Another Day at the Office after WWIII - Part 5

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Misplaced Donna Fanfiction - Part 3

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After about an hour, Mrs. Main stood up. She glanced at Donna standing facing the wall. She had seen that bottom before and again she was impressed by the smooth, alabaster skin, the supple tone and shape of the muscle. She turned and picked up the hairbrush from the table. It was a heavy, oversized walnut hairbrush. Short boars hair bristles. The business side was smooth and polished from much use. She pulled the single chair from the corner into the center of the room.

“Alright,” she said to Donna. “Over here.”

Misplaced Donna Fanfiction - Part 2

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Donna stared at the doors of Carlton House with foreboding. This was a place she loved and hated at the same time. Inside, she knew were mostly freshmen and sophomore girls going about their days. There was also an occasional junior or possibly even a senior there but many moved out after their first year or two. SHE had lived there for a time even though she was a new Professor and it had been quite an experience for the 28 year old.

The house was ruled with an iron fist, or rather a heavy wooden hairbrush by one Mrs. Main. Mr. Main was nowhere to be found and it was not something you asked a lady like her. The housemother was fair but strict. There were many rules about proper behavior, noise, cleanliness at the house but the rule most loathed by all residents was the curfew. 10 pm sharp. All doors were locked at the exact minute the hour struck. Anyone caught outside was punished with a sound, bare bottom spanking across Mrs. Main’s lap. And she was quite the spanker wielding a sizable walnut hairbrush. Depending on how often you were late, how late and other factors you would get different spanking. But the lightest spanking, if there ever was one, was a dress up, panties down, bare bottom blistering spanking! 

Misplaced Donna Fanfiction - Part 1

This story is some fan fiction and maybe alternative storyline for a series by DJ Black “Abraham Heights”. You can find the original for sale in the Library of Spank Fiction. While I enjoyed the series I felt it veered off course midway through and have written this alternative storyline. Enjoy.

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Donna Warren stretched out her arms, delighted. She was in her apartment getting ready to go out for the night. It's been just a short time since she moved out of Carlton House but she was enjoying every minute of it.

For those that don't remember, Donna Warren is a new professor at the Burnsville Ladies College at Abraham Heights University. When she first arrived she was mistakenly placed in Carlton House, a student dorm, overseen by Mrs. Main. Mrs. Main was a stickler for the rules who kept all the residents in line with firm over the knee spankings. Unfortunately for Dr. Warren, she too was held to the same rules. Missing 10pm curfew by even just one minute meant a sound bare bottom spanking over Mrs. Main's lap with a hard, wooden hairbrush. No matter how she protested or what Donna said, Mrs. Main was not deterred. In her eyes, anyone staying in the house followed the rules or else. As faculty meetings often ran late, Donna found herself soundly spanked on more than one occasion. This was truly embarrassing for a 28 year old professor. In spite of this, she didn't move out immediately. She wouldn't admit it but the spankings had a strange attraction. True she would love to watch someone *else* get spanked. But that wasn't possible so she had to satisfy herself with hearing about them or seeing the other students lined up before or after. Just being around the spankings was titillating. Eventually though she decided she had to move out. She was simply getting too many spankings and she was scared to death the students would find out. 

Nell in Bridewell - Part 11 - 1895 German Version

In part 10, I mentioned I had found a third version of Lenchen im Zuchthause.  Image above is the title page for this version printed in 1895.  (Click on the image to view full size) I am quite certain that this newly found version of Lenchen is NOT the original version published way back in 1840. In my opinion, however, it is the source for the translated story published in 1900 that we know as Nell in Bridewell.

Just Another Day at the Tuttle Bordello

 

Authors note: This is a standalone Tuttle story featuring an entirely fresh cast of characters.  Those who are interested in what happens upstairs in a bordello will be disappointed.  All of the “action” in this story happens down below - in the bordello basement. And I doubt readers will complain that the discipline portrayed here is too mild. Given the circumstances, I believe the balance between severity and what “working girls” would realistically expect is about right.

Nell in Bridewell - Part 10 - Original Edition Found!

 

I believe the title page above (click on image for full size) is, in fact, from the very first printing of Nell.  Prior to finding this edition, my earliest edition was printed that same year, but with a soft cover.  There are some very minor differences:

1. Title page on hard cover edition has some lines printed in red ink. Soft cover is B&W.

2. Hard cover edition is missing the very last page #326

Fortunately, that missing page is identical to page #326 in the soft cover edition, so nothing really lost there. But then there are some major differences....

Justice Weekly - Once Over

Almost three years ago, I posted a brief introduction to the Toronto tabloid "Justice Weekly". You can find that post by clicking here:  JUSTICE WEEKLY

Yesterday by accident, I stumbled across this article written roughly 24 years after JUSTICE WEEKLY ceased publication:

Just Another Day at the Office after WWIII - Part 4

 

Authors note: I've decided to take a rest from my "Tuttle" stories and instead uploaded another chapter from my post WWIII story. Unfortunately, this old story consists of sequential episodes. Thus, to get up to speed click here to read the previous chapter - Part 3.

Part 4 starts off with discipline in the workplace, but the discipline dispensed at the very end is rather hard to classify.  It's somewhere between domestic and judicial.  Feel free to leave a comment on how you would categorize this punishment session and whether you found it interesting.

The drawing above was chosen because I liked the expression on the faces of both the employee and her boss.  She clearly wishes she had performed better, and he is confident that he taught her to mend her ways. (For full size, simply click on the drawing.)

Just Another Day on the Tuttle County Farm

 

Authors note: This is another of my Tuttle stories and while most are stand-alones, reading my previous story (Tuttle Fruit Farm) will provide some understanding of Mae, the leading character in this story and an inmate at the County Work Farm.  Next, the image above while not perfect, gives a pretty good representation of the position, I envisioned, that inmates must assume while being given their 'reminders'.

Just Another Day on the Tuttle Fruit Farm

Author's note: This is a brand-new "Tuttle" story set in a fictious Southern town during the 1950s. My last "Tuttle" story concerned the discipline of nuns, and it was very well received.  (click here to view)  I did, however, receive a few comments questioning whether that story was severe enough to appear on Strict Spanking.  In all fairness, that nun story wasn't very severe, but then again, none of my Tuttle stories are as severe as my judicial stories.

This story I believe, however, fits nicely on Strict Spanking as it was my intent to significantly ratch up the severity of the punishment. As always, in the comment field at the end, please let us know whether you feel I achieved that objective.

The Septa's Revenge - Part 4 (F/F)

 [Continued from Part 3]

It was this scene that raced through Queen Margaery's mind as she contemplated her choices. As daunting as a switching from the Septa seemed, it was much preferred to something like that.

With a deep breath she rose and faced the door. Outside she thought she could hear faint footsteps. People were out and about. Taking one more deep breath she opened the door and slipped out. And then she started running.

Down the hall she ran. She never thought she could run so fast but then again she was never so fearful or humiliated. Utterly naked she streaked through the halls. The Gardens were not too far away but today they seemed so distant. Far up ahead she could see some others milling about. With a flash of inspiration she grabbed her thick auburn hair and pulled it around her face, hopefully granting her deniable anonymity. 

Belinda's American Education - Aftercare - Part 8

[Continued From - Part 7]

When Belinda opened her eyes she was a bit disoriented. She sat up and slowly gathered her wits. Her bottom still had a fiery glow from her punishment and judging from the clock on the wall she had been out just ten minutes or so. Apparently after the punishment she had been brought to this .. room? She looked around and saw a rather plain room with the minimum of furniture. A sofa, a few chairs here and there, a shallow cabinet on the wall and such. Nothing notable but it was spacious. She was now wearing the plain gray shift similar to the ones worn by the reformatory girls but sans underwear. Then she remembered being pulled off the punishment bench and carried here. The “Recovery Room” is what Brittany had called it. She tried to find a comfortable position on the sofa but with her welted bottom she mostly had to kneel. She stood up and tested the door. Locked. Apparently there was more than just recovery done here. Apprehensively she waited on the sofa. It was a bit difficult to sit due to the condition of her bottom so she had to resort to kneeling.

Just Another Day in the Tuttle Convent

Author's note: Time for another of my "Tuttle" stories set in a Southern US town during the 1950s.  Like most of these stories, the discipline is not nearly as severe as my judicial stories. 

This story is a little different in that it focuses on nuns not as disciplinarians, but as the recipients of discipline. Saying that, there is some reference to the fact that these "disciplined" nuns are also required to maintain order and dispense discipline in their classrooms.

Just Another Day at the Office after WWIII - Part 3

To recap... Carolyn had just received a sound spanking from her boss, Robert.  She had actually volunteered for this spanking rather than have any blemishes on her employment record.  Remember 'good jobs' were impossible to find, and even 'bad jobs' were hard to come by!  Click Here to read Part 2

The 'company strap' was introduced early on in chapter 1.  In this chapter, you'll see how the 'company paddle' is put to good use ensuring production workers meet their daily quotas. You will also see the formality and rigid process company uses in their daily group punishment sessions.

Belgravia: Another Side - Part 4

 

Author's Note: Like most serialized stories, you will have difficulty understanding what's going on, if you haven't read the earlier parts.  In this case, Part 3 (click here) will provide fairly adequate context.

My focus so far in this story has been the discipline imposed upon the servant class by the upper-class. This part is no different and once again, we have a detailed example of workplace discipline.

Just Another Day at the Office after WWIII - Part 2

To recap… We are 5 years after the official end of WWIII (The Great Muslim War) and re-populating the earth was the prime objective.  Billions died while the conflict raged on and when ended, left the remaining population unbalanced.  The death toll was heaviest among men, leaving the world with five females to each male.

So, a “new order” was created.  Men assumed all positions of leadership, management and decision making.  Women worked exclusively for men and there really weren't that many jobs, as so much was destroyed during the war. For single women, scratching out a living was NOT easily done.

Needless to say, men were expected to maintain order both at home and at work. So what follows is a typical day at the office...

Just Another Day at the Office after WWIII - Part 1

This story predates my Tuttle stories, and all these stories are sequential. Thus, they must be read in order; otherwise, they won't make any sense.  I purposely discarded this scheme for my Tuttle stories, where each story is a stand-alone and can be read in any order.  

Negative Utopias have always fascinated me.  My "world" here is clearly negative for some members, but for males... maybe not so much!  So, an imperfect Negative Utopia, but a complex one!  The challenge for readers is to keep everything straight as I keep adding new parts to this unusual world.  Rest assured there is plenty of strict discipline dispensed to "deserving" females.  As in all my stories, punishment is only given upon the violation of clearly established rules.  One might say the "rules" are unfair, but the recipients knew the potential consequences upon committing their transgressions. 

Anyhow, please enjoy part 1 of an unusual new world... 

Just Another Day at Tuttle High

Author's note: This is another of my "Tuttle" stories set in a fictious Southern US town during the 1950s.  Like most of these stories, the discipline is not nearly as severe as my judicial stories. Plot is straightforward making for a very easy read for our viewers who are not native English speakers.

(A school secretary suggests that she be paddled, just as she had been in school, instead of losing her job.)