I was in my late twenties when I landed the job at Fabrix. Not its real name but the rest is accurate. My title was Purchasing Officer and I was responsible for buying all the stationery, printing and office supplies for the whole firm. Fabrix is located in West London and they produce high class fa...

Nice!

Beautifully written.

Good point. You're right, writing the story is enjoyable but so much better if others like it too.

I trudged next door. Fed up. Totally fed up. And very very annoyed with myself. That bloody alarm clock. Shit, I could have got up, done the lawn and been on my merry way. Happy Mum, happy me. Now this. Again. See that vicious bitch, there’ll be no benefits this time, no lovely drama in front of my ...

“Right young lady, I am not happy with you. You have absolutely no business watching a private punishment. A slippering is to punish bad behaviour and prevent its recurrence. It is not, repeat, not, entertainment. But you watched Tommy so it’s only fair he should watch you receive your just deserts....

Her big, hard hand came walloping down and boy, what a shock. It HURT! Worse than a whack from a slipper, man her hand was like a block of wood. All of a sudden my confidence was slipping. This wasn’t going to be as easy as I’d thought. Then the next one came crashing down, in exactly the same spot ...

30 years ago. Cheshire. I was just coming up eleven when we moved into Pooley Close. My brother Ricky would have been nine, he was two years my junior. This was our first “proper” house. We were air force brats, dragged all round the country with our long suffering mum who put her foot down when it ...

Yes, very good tale. Unusual and inventive.I had a go at a story (Pocket money spanking) but if you don't get feedback it makes you think it was crap. Anyway, this is brill, many thanks

Thanks, very kind of you. I have 2 more in mind but I wasn't sure if anyone was bothered, so it's nice to know someone enjoyed it. Cheers