Friday, 19 February 2016

Friday, February 19, 2016 -

The Spanking Digest: Issue 1

a journal of spanking fiction
by LSF Publications
Published: Jan 5, 2016
Words: 24,099
Category: general
Orientation: M/F
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by Alan Barr

It was 11:00 am and Mark was watching the news channel on the TV in his office while he enjoyed his mid-morning coffee. The same old news! Another disastrous quarter for growth, more cuts, more job losses. Who would have thought when the recessions first started that it would have come to this? Public services cut to the very bone, everyone expected to be more self-reliant in all sorts of ways. Why, just a few years before, it was not at all unusual to see a dustcart doing house-to-house rubbish collection, or two police officers strolling amiably down the High Street. Nobody gave it a second thought. Everyone thought such a state of affairs was 'normal', nobody felt particularly privileged.

But now, such things seemed to belong to a different age. Now, everyone had to take their own rubbish to the incinerator, and to some extent, they had to provide their own law too. With gun sales spiralling, everything had become more territorial. On your own property, you were the law. Of course, the police still took an interest in the serious crimes like rioting, or benefit fraud, but when it came to murder, rape, theft and the like, they weren't particularly interested. They would rather people sorted things out for themselves. Needless to say, there were plenty like Mark who actually preferred the new arrangement. An Englishman's home was always reputed to be his castle, after all, and now it really felt like one. And the same went for his business too. Mark's less than happy life experiences had given him a low opinion of humanity in general. He didn't trust them. He was convinced the vast majority were out to cheat him and to rob him, given half a chance. But just let him catch them in the act, and then it was a very different story! Then he made them pay in full, they were forced to drink the cup of his vengeance to the bitter dregs! Like Shylock, he never flinched from exacting his pound of flesh!

At 11:10 am precisely, Mark put down his mug and switched off the TV. There was no need for haste. In fact, he was a great believer in letting the offender 'stew' for a while! But now the time had come. He pressed the button on his radio and uttered the single syllable necessary to set things in motion:


A few seconds later, uniformed Pete appeared at his door with the woman in tow. He was holding her securely by the arm, which made her look uncomfortably lop-sided.

"Well, well! What have we here?"

"First one of the day!" Pete announced proudly. "Caught her hiding a pair of knickers under her jumper."

"A pair of knickers?" Mark queried incredulously, as if the duplicity of the human race was a continual source of amazement to him.