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 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 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... 

Belinda's American Education - Enrolled - Part 3

[Continued from Part 2]

 “If you’d like to, you can take her down to the nurse.  She needs to be given her shots, and to be examined for contraband.”

“Yes, I’d enjoy supervising that,” Professor Winters said, as Belinda’s eyes grew wide as saucers!

“You may wish to take a hairbrush along, in case this impudent piece of baggage gets lippy,” the principal counseled.

 “That’s quite alright, Frank,” Professor Winters chuckled.  “My hand will be more than sufficient to administer a memorable correction.  Besides, in Belinda’s case I definitely want to get a feel for the situation.”

Belinda's American Education - M/F - Part 1

Belinda Krueger felt every bit the crisp professional as she crossed the office to greet the principal of the Jameson Reformatory.  Although only 25, she was already a rising star at her new American University, and in her stylish worsted wool blue suit, dressed the part.

 "I'd like to thank you for taking the time to meet with me today, sir," she said, shaking the principal's hand.  "I've been having a bit of trouble with my Doctorial dissertation, and my department chair seems to think that you might be of some assistance."

 "Yes, I spoke with him this morning," the principal said, sinking back comfortably into his large leather chair.  "Have a seat, Miss Krueger."

Belinda sat down on the chair opposite the principal.  Unlike the principal's comfortable perch Belinda's chair was hard and wooden and Belinda fidgeted a bit to find a comfortable position.  

Another World - F/F, M/F

This is a story from looonngg ago. Enjoy

 

"Remember," he warned me as we headed down into the holler.  "Remember, it's

a different world out here.  You have to remember your place."

"Place, shmace," I muttered, but then nodded and ressured him, parroting back

what he'd told me about a million times.  "I know, I know.  I'm a woman.

 We're at the bottom of the totem pole.  You're the youngest son and I'm your

wife so I'm the bottom of the women's totem pole.  I have to do whatever you

say.  I have to do whatever your mom says.  I have to just shut up.  I know."

Gaia's First Real Punishment Spanking

And another great story by guest author SteveH. This is a real story!

Just recently divorced, my good friend Michael, the manager of a strip club, suggested I try hanging out at his place and hook up with one of his “fun” girls that liked having a good time and knew how to reciprocate. Needless to say, these girls were beautiful and did know how to return favors. But the one who caught my eye was a very shy Spanish girl who called herself “Gaia”. She is one of the most exotic girls that I ever seen as well as being incredibly cute with an absolutely heart-warming impish smile. With Gaia also being freshly divorced, we decided to start off as friends with benefits in order to see what, if anything, developed from there. Being absolutely vanilla, the kinkiest that Gaia ever got was being paddle lightly (five whole swats! Lol!) before having sex once with an old boyfriend.

Taming the Brat

Another great story by guest author SteveH. This is a real story!

About three years after we married, Carly's slightly younger sister Renee came to live with us after getting thrown out of my mother-in-law's house for the umpteen time. The two girls could not have been more different. Where Carly had been studious, Renee was a natural born party girl and big time brat and compulsive liar, who was always trying to manipulate people. Especially her boyfriends.

 

Carly was dead set against having Renee stay with us. The two would often ague in front of me over issues that went back to their childhood days. While they were in another argument, Carly looked at me and said "You want to spank someone? Then spank her!" which only provoked Renee to say "Fine! I'd love it! I'm not a wuss like you Carly!" A boast that I would remember in the future.

Rachel's quick lesson - M/F

"I've been busy!" Rachel fumed.

"Don't sass me young lady!" Ed retorted. "You've had plenty of time to get it done."

Rachel angrily knocked some magazines off the table. "If you want it so bad, do it yourself!" Suddenly her ear smarted. Ed had grabbed it and was dragging her to the kitchen!

"Let go!" she cried with her anger now tempered with fear.

"It seems like you need a lesson. You've been getting too big for your britches lately."

Rachel was dragged unsteadily by her ear to the kitchen. Her stomach started to flipflop. Had she gone too far?

"Ok, ok.. I'm sorry", she started whining. But Ed's hand didn't loosen. He pushed her towards the counter and in a second had yanked down her shorts. Then her panties.

The Awakening - Part II (M/F)

Our guest author has kindly submitted another story about her real life introduction to the world of spanking. If you missed the earlier post check it out here:  The Awakening.

And without further ado:

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Being in the field of psychiatric care has its ups and downs and one of them is that clients can become violent toward perceived authority figures, especially females.

Last time I wrote of my first experience having been spanked by my husband. I told you I was a housewife and this is still largely true, well it is now anyway! However a month or so after that first spanking my husband had relented and let me return to work on a very part time basis, working as an agency nurse for no more than 24hrs a week. This agreement was on the condition that I didn't attend any wards with forensic patients. For those of you who are unfamiliar with this term, it means that the client is dangerous to themselves or others and often criminally culpable.

Stupidly, I decided to ignore this specific instruction and for 3 weeks in a row had attended a maximum security ward. I thought I'd made a decent compromise as this ward only detained female offenders but it turns out I was wrong as on the 5th of 8 planned shifts I was violently assaulted leading to nothing more than a few angry bruises and a bruised ego. Unfortunately those bruises were on my face and there would be no way to hide them from my husband.

The Awakening - Part 1 (M/F)

 A guest author has kindly submitted this real life account of her recent introduction to the world of spanking. Enjoy.


I'm a 25 year old teacher. I married my wonderful husband in last year and quit work at the same time to become a house wife. He is 16 years my senior and quite an eminent classical guitarist. This means that a strict regimen of 4 hours a day of practicing must occur for him to maintain his wonderful skill. Prior to my moving in, I had not had a true appreciation for his dedication to his art for we'd only been able to see one another on weekends or the odd day that I had off.

Moving in has come as quite a shock. He practices for four hours and lectures for eight hours at a prominent music college leaving me idle and frankly feeling neglected. I felt duped at first, as though he had concealed what would be a lonely lifestyle for me so as to entice me in and trap me. He's an authoritarian and very old fashioned, he likes dinner on the table when he gets home and then it's off to practice. That having been said he's very loving and when we're together nothing could make me happier.

The Adjustment - M/F

A guest author, Isabella Laase, has submitted this story. Enjoy.

Her foggy gaze moved toward the sound of the bedside monitor and the baby’s soft whimper. Anna held her breath while she directed every sense she had, real and imagined, toward the goal of willing her daughter back to sleep. The magical mother power had never worked in the past, but for the first time in weeks, the baby settled and all was quiet.   

The sun peeked through the skylights of the master bedroom, and Anna stared out the floor to ceiling picture windows that overlooked the majestic lake framed by distant mountains. It had required a work of the heart to renovate the run down cottage to their demanding satisfaction, but both she and Allen refused any kind of curtain that would block the power of their view. The sunrise display of yellows and pinks diffused across the sky, but her exhausted brain refused to enjoy the gift given to her eyes.

The expensively decorated room led to a huge master bath and an elegant combination of tile and granite, but hours of careful design choice were a long distant past. Lakefront property for successful career executives made sense; but the baby would be walking soon, and they feared for her safety surrounded by so much damned water. They had plans to sign the realtor’s paper work later that day.

Allen moved in his sleep. Her body had grown soft and curvy with pregnancy, but his remained rock hard with chiseled biceps and abs. The reddish tinge to his day’s beard complimented the neatly trimmed brown hair, and she knew there were killer brown eyes underneath the deep sleep.

Alice Learn's Who's in Charge - Part 4 M/F

[Continued from Part 3]

Ronald looked at the figg thoughtfully. It was a handspan long and thicker than his thumb. Could it be twice as thick? It seemed reminiscnent of a peeled potato but seemed more fibrous. And it had a knobby end that still had remnants of it's original skin while the uneven shaft was peeled as completely as an unusually shaped item could be.

Alice Learns Who's in Charge - Part 3 M/F

[Continued From Part 2]

It was spankings such as Brenda's that led to Alice fantasizing in her diary about Barbara's ouster. She always referred to Barbara as "dour Barbara" in the diary since Barbara insisted the girls refer to her as Miss Barbara. If she wants a title she can have one! thought Alice gleefully.

Sometimes Alice wondered why she disliked Barbara so much. Alice herself still received spankings from Ronald now and then. But she held him no ill will. If anything she felt a stronger bond due to the intimacy of the punishments and consolation that followed. But with Barbara it was different. Maybe it was because Barbara was much more strict. Or maybe it was because she was a woman. Regardless, Alice and Barbara were like oil and water.

Alice often escaped to the stables when Ronald wasn't around. She didn't want to be forced to participate in any of the girls punishments and she didn't like seeing how Barbara treated them.

Claire's Fantasy Fulfilled - (M/F)

This story was written by a guest author Paddlr.


Claire sat nervously in her car and looked at the entrance to the local restaurant.  Thinking back it had been exciting to do the email exchange about her desire to be dominated and punished.  But to actually meet was something entirely different.  After several exchanges of emails she had agreed to meet him at a local restaurant.  He had suggested it to help her feel safer for their first meeting.  With a deep breath she got out of the car and walked to the door and entered.  Looking around she saw him sitting in a booth in a secluded section.

As she walked over he rose and said “Hello Claire. It’s nice to see you came.”  Indicating one side of the booth he told her to have a seat and then sat across from her.  “Is there anything that you would like?”  She hesitated and said “Maybe some coffee."

He motioned for the waitress and when she arrived asked for coffee for them both.  After getting their coffee he said “Since this is our first in person meeting let’s just start by talking for a bit.”  He kept the conversation general until he saw that she was finally beginning to calm down.  Finally the conversation died down and he asked “are you still wanting to experience what we have written about?”

Cheyenne's Barn Thrashing - M/F

Cheyenne walked as fast as she could but couldn't help stumbling. It just wasn't easy since Edward had a firm grasp on her ear as he marched toward the barn. She would have willingly followed him, meek as a lamb to slaughter if only he allowed it. But being dragged by the ear was part of the punishment. A humiliating display to anyone watching that she was being led to the barn for a spanking. In fact, some of the ranch hands were nearby and snickered. They had seen this before. Her face flushed hot even though she couldn't see them. No matter how often she was led to the barn it was as embarrassing as the first time.

Ashley and her Mom - Part I (M/F)

I've always been a sucker for a pretty face. Ashley was no exception. I met her at the book store back when book stores were popular. This was before Kindles of course. Now the book stores are mostly shut down. Sad because it was the best place to meet beautiful, intelligent women. Ashley was actually just wandering through to the rest of the mall but I spotted her early and quickly intercepted her with a smile and some harmless question. Before I knew it we were chatting about this and that and I got her number. Soon enough we were an item and things progressed quite quickly.

Liz Gets Hers - Part 2 M/F

Sorry for the delay everyone.
For those that don't know, this is a followup to the series "Shannon's Spankings"

[Continued from Part 1]

A few hours later an embarrassed Liz was inspecting her light pink bottom in her room with a closed door. Her pjs were puddled around her ankles and panties at half mast. Fingers stroked her butt searching for any blemishes but she didn't expect any. It was only a hand spanking after all. More infuriating than the sting of the spanking was the embarrassment of being draped over Shannon's lap. But she had not gone willingly and squirmed and fidgeted every step.

Outside a visibly frustrated Shannon sat on the chaise lounge in the living room. Things had not gone as expected. True, Liz had come back, appearing penitent and agreeable to the contract Shannon had proposed weeks before. Liz had signed it after getting settled. However, when it came to accepting her first spanking from Shannon she had been all but cooperative. Fussy, fidgeting and simply defiant she had managed to dodge the worst of the spanking. Finally Liz had been able to squirm off Shannon's lap and fled to the sanctuary of her room claiming to have fulfilled her obligations. She had received her "spanking" after all and was therefore absolved of her actions.

Shannon for her part, was furious at the entire matter but unwilling to attempt pure force to subdue Liz. There was no point in an all out catfight. It wasn't her way and in any event, she was uncertain if she could overwhelm Liz. What she needed was Liz to accept her authority. At the moment it wasn't happening so she was forced to place a phonecall to Liz's dad Ron.

Shannon's Spankings - Part 4

[Continued from Part 3]

    Shannon had never been whipped, although Henry
had threatened it more than once as the next logical step
beyond paddling unless Shannon mended her ways.  She
really didn't know what to expect, except that it would be a
profoundly unpleasant experience, especially since her
bottom was already so sore that the lightest slap would
make her gasp.

Shannon's Spankings - Part 2

[Continued from Part 1]

Forcing one foot in front of the other, a step at a
time she finally made it down the stairs and to the dining
room doorway; she paused outside and desperately
gathered her flagging courage before stepping into the
room.  She blinked back the tears forming in her eyes,
determined not to lose her last shred of dignity and cry in
front of everyone.  Finally she entered the room, and all
eyes turned towards her.  She could feel her face flaming
just at the thought that they knew what was coming.
She focused her attention on Henry, who held the
power of both pain and mercy over her.  She approached
him on legs gone rubbery and held out the brush.  "Here it
is, sir," she said softly, forcing the words past the
tightness in her throat.  She had never called him Dad, and
usually called him Henry, but when she was under
punishment all he would accept was "sir".