A Decade of Discipline: A Collection of Spanking Stories by Alice LiddellAt long last, best-selling spanking author Alice Liddell has combined her most popular shorter works into a single, value-priced anthology: nine stories chock-full of spankings, spankings and more spankings!
At long last, best-selling spanking author Alice Liddell has combined her most popular shorter works into a single, value-priced anthology: nine stories totaling almost 40,000 words, chock-full of spankings, spankings and more spankings! From the very first story she wrote, “Contrite Christmas,” to the most unique spanking story ever written, “Number One Spanking for Number Three Wife,” this is Alice Liddell at her best. "A Decade of Discipline" is extra-long and extremely steamy, with husbands spanking wives, boyfriends spanking girlfriends and bosses spanking employees. Most of the stories are about men who spank naughty ladies, but in two it’s a woman who deals out the discipline.
A Deadline Missed, A Bottom Spanked: Angela is a great reporter but irresponsible. Frank has the cure for that - she must take off her panties and bend over his knee where he will raise her skirt and spank her bare bottom soundly.
The Consequences of Carelessness: The entire office spent a lot of time and effort on the proposal but Pamela sent it to the wrong place. Her boss took her into the next office, lifted her skirt, pulled down her pantyhose and gave her a severe paddling on the bare – with everyone listening!
The Perils of Porn Peeking: A teenager is paddled by her stepfather over jeans with a hairbrush for breaking house rules. When Mom comes home, the bad girl gets another spanking, this time on her bare bottom.
Contrite Christmas: When Lisa was rude to his family, Robert took her home and delivered her first bare bottom spanking. Then he took her back and made her apologize. Plus, she had to take a punishment enema with everyone watching. You won’t believe Aunt Belle’s ointment!
Number One Spanking for Number Three Wife: A husband in ancient China paddles his young wife for embarrassing him in public. She is humiliated because everyone knows she’s getting a spanking, but afterwards she is rewarded with hot sex (never mind her burning bottom).
The Pilot’s Daughter: A young woman in Holland is excited and confused when she hears her friend being spanked by her husband. Later, she begs her friend to let her see the marks and they end up in secret embrace.
The Infirmary of Straits Academy Addy attends a very strict boarding school, run entirely by women. The school nurse doesn’t like Addy’s attitude, and makes her take a lesson in manners while bent over an examination table. The nurse’s “penetrating” methods are surprising to say the least.
A Gift to Remember: For his birthday his lover promised him a special present, anal sex! With that start, it was easy to find that they both have an interest in spanking.
After-Hours Examination: Dora’s dominant lover takes her to a clinic where a male doctor and female nurse subject her to the most intimate examination imaginable. She’s forced to perform a sex act before being bent for a riding crop.
"A Decade of Discipline" contains nine stories in all - almost 40,000 words. It's an extra-long and extremely steamy anthology. Please note, however, that Alice's writing is known for its severity and non-consensual themes, anal punishments, and occasional age-play elements. If any of these themes upset you, please do not buy "A Decade of Discipline."
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If the themes of harsh discipline and BDSM are not your bag then it's probably best to give this one a miss. However, if you are interested in brutal discipline and embarrassing extended family DD situations then this is the book for you.
Something to be aware of though is the editing in some of the stories. It is a little sloppy, particularly in Number One Spanking for Number Three Wife. There are numerous typos and the most annoying ones are incorrect spellings of the characters names and occasionally using the wrong name entirely.
Furthermore, the Pilot's Daughter finishes rather abruptly and reads as if the last pages are missing, which is a shame because it is a good story and is tamer in comparison to the others in the collection.
Overall, it is a wide selection of varying degrees of DD, spanking and BDSM
Publisher's response: Thank you very much for bringing the errors to our attention. The author has proofread the entire anthology again, paying particular attention to Number One Spanking for Number Three Wife. The errors have been corrected, as has the author, who is sitting in the corner on a very sore bottom. Any customer who purchased this anthology has automatically received the updated file in their account, and can download a new copy free of charge.
My personal favorites were Infirmary at Straights Academy (dealing with the medical discipline of an unruly schoolgirl in 1920s Singapore) and A Gift to Remember (a consensually playful relationship between two individuals who are married…but not to each other). A Deadline Missed and Consequences of Carelessness deal with the spanking of a delinquent office worker by her stern boss. Perils of Porn Peeking involves a teenager punished by her stepfather and mother for looking up something a good girl should't online. Contrite Christmas is a traditional domestic discipline tale in which a man's aunt and uncle get involved in helping correct his wayward girlfriend. After-Hours Examination is probably the most 'extreme' of the nine, containing an overt D/s relationship and medical exam with BDSM overtones. Number One Spanking for Number Three Wife and The Pilot's Daughter are perhaps the most ambitious and most descriptive, being set in late-1800s China and early-1800s Holland, respectively.
The Pilot’s Daughter is also the one which suffers the most from the anthology format – although an intriguing story, it (along with Infirmary at Straights Academy) was edited down from a longer work, and it shows in the abrupt ending of Pilot’s Daughter. The Straits Academy chapter, although referring to outside plot developments, still manages to stand on its own, however.
Overall, I would highly recommend this anthology, particularly (but by no means exclusively) if you are a newcomer either to the genre or to the works of Alice Liddell. This will expose you to a good cross-section of what both the author and the genre can offer, and her intelligent, highly-detailed prose is excellent and guaranteed to draw any reader in.
A Decade of Discipline: A Collection of Spanking Stories (Sample Chapter)
Nine stories chock-full of spankings, spankings and more spankings!
© Alice Liddell and Blushing Books, 2012-2013
A Deadline Missed, a Bottom Spanked
Still furious, Frank Barton stabbed the computer key that transmitted next week's issue of Finance Regulation Weekly to the printer out in Landover. He sat back and looked at his watch. Jesus! Seven o'clock, two hours late. The print shop's overtime charges would wipe out half of the profit for the week. Goddamn her little hide!
He swiveled his desk chair and punched extension 16 on his phone. As soon as she picked up, he barked a command: "I want to see you in my office. Now!"
Angela Minelli, his ace reporter, had called from the Hill at 4:30, just a half hour before deadline. She said she was trying to run down a legislative aide on Senator Cooper's staff. She swore this aide would talk to her about the new banking bill. She wanted Frank to hold the paper. She'd have her copy to him by 5:15. Well, 5:30 at the absolute latest.
Normally, he'd tell a reporter to forget it. Friday at 5 was the drop-dead deadline. Anything that didn't make it in by then could run next week. But Angela was good, and she had better instincts than any reporter he'd seen in 22 years of running his well-respected newsletter. So he agreed to hold the paper.
At 5:30 his assistant stuck his head in the door and asked if he could do the table of contents, which couldn't be started until all the writers had their copy in. No, Frank had told him, I'm holding the paper for Angela. She's still on the Hill.
"Angela's not on the Hill," Bob retorted. "I just saw her at Fat Tuesday's, drinking with a bunch of gals. I went out to the drugstore for aspirin and saw her through the front window."
"You sure about this?" Frank demanded. It was a serious charge.
"Sure, I'm sure. I saw her plain as day, wearing that paisley silk scarf around her neck."
"What time was this?"
"About half an hour ago. She's probably still there. You can check for yourself if you don't believe me," Bob huffed.
Frank rose from his desk, intending to do just that. He ran a tight ship, and if one of his reporters had lied to him, he wanted to see the evidence with his own eyes. But just as he moved around the side of the desk, his computer beeped that he had incoming email. He went back and saw it was from Angela, transmitting her article. He shot back an email telling her not to leave the office, and put Angela out of his mind so he could turn his full attention to the task of editing.
It was a good article, and clean copy, but it took him nearly 20 minutes to finish it because he had to concentrate so hard. Her prose was clear, but the bill was complicated. Something only an accountant could love. Nearly six o'clock. Damn. Then he and Bob went to work on the layout and the table of contents, another hour of drudgery while the clock ticked.
So Frank Barton was definitely not in a good mood when Bob showed Angela into his office. She was wearing a paisley silk scarf, he noticed immediately. Bob smirked behind Angela, and asked if he could head home. Frank waved him away.
The editor-in-chief fixed his eyes on the young reporter in front of his desk. As usual, she was confident and poised. Angela was only 26, but she had a sharp mind and a nose for news. Plus, she could bang out better writing than anyone else in half the time. She was by far his best reporter. The trouble was she knew it. Angela was as arrogant as she was competent.
"Hi, Frank. Did'ya like my Congress story? It was a good one, wasn't it?" she asked in her usual smart-ass fashion.
Frank ignored the question. "Tell me, Ms. Minelli. Were you, or were you not drinking in Fat Tuesday's this afternoon after you called me to hold the paper?"
Angela paled. Her mouth opened, but she didn't say a thing. For once, Miss I-Have-An-Answer-For-Everything seemed to be at a loss for words.
"Don't you dare lie to me, Angela. I want the truth. Did you blow off my deadline, did you fuck with my day, just so you could have a glass of chardonnay with your friends?"
She nodded miserably.
"Damn it, Minelli! What in God's name were you thinking!? I can't believe you'd do such a fool thing!"
"Frank, I'm sorry. I'm really sorry. I should have finished my copy before I headed out, but it was a surprise party for my roommate. I wanted to be there when she walked in the door, and there wasn't time to finish."
"You're damn right you should have finished your copy first. You have a responsibility to this paper. A deadline is a deadline. You don't do anything, anything, until you've met your job obligations."
Angela continued to apologize profusely, but Frank wasn't listening. He put his elbows on the desk, and held his head. He ran his fingers through his hair, thinking fast. He didn't want to do it, but he was going to do it. He raised his head and chewed out his employee for the last time.
"I've put up with a lot of crap from you over the past two years, but this one takes the cake. There's no room in this organization for someone with no regard for rules or other people. You're out of here, Ms. Minelli."
"Out of here?" Angela echoed weakly.
"Out of here! Terminated. Your ass is fired, Minelli."
"Frank, wait a minute," Angela stammered. Frank had never once seen her look upset before, but the young woman in front of him looked as if her world had just been turned upside and shaken. In fact, it had. She needed this job, loved this job, and she couldn't believe he was firing her.
"Please, Frank. I don't want to go. I really, really want to work here. This is where I belong."
"Not anymore, Sister. You can pack up your personal belongings and take them with you tonight. I'll mail you your last paycheck. But I'm docking you the printer's overtime charges."
"I don't care about the money, Frank. You can dock me an entire week's pay. Two weeks, if you want. I deserve it. But please don't fire me. Please give me another chance."
She seemed genuinely stricken, Frank noticed. There were fat tears rolling down her cheeks. In fact, she couldn't believe she'd screwed up so royally. This was beyond awful.
Frank wavered. If he sent her out of here tonight, he'd have no one to cover Congress. He was already short one reporter on the agency beats, so there was no one to move over to the Hill. And her work was damn good. It was just her attitude that needed major adjustment. This might be just the opportunity.
"Angela, you are a fine reporter and your articles are consistently the best in every issue. But you are a know-it-all and a prima donna, and everyone on the staff, including me, is fed up with you."
Was she actually hanging her head? Amazing, Frank thought to himself. He should have put his foot down long ago. He continued: "Furthermore, you are cavalier about rules and you fucked with my deadline. You are inconsiderate and undisciplined, and I simply won't tolerate it anymore."
Angela stood miserably in front of him, tears rolling down her face.
"Tell me, young lady. Do you want to keep your job?" Angela's head snapped up, realizing at once that he was throwing her a lifeline. She nodded desperately. "More than anything else in the world," she said quietly.
"Alright. Here are my terms: take them or leave them. You want to stay here, then you agree to submit to a program of discipline, behavior modification if you will, that is going to begin with a bare-ass spanking, right here and now."
Angela's eyes went wide with incredulity.
"That's how it is, young lady. It's your choice. I want you to walk over to my door right now. If you choose to go through it, just pack up your desk and leave your keys and I.D. with the security guard on your way out. Or, you can close that door and lock it, and come back over here for Lesson One."
She turned slowly, and not for the first time, he admired her figure as she walked towards the door. Angela Minelli was about 5'2", a trim little beauty with long, dark hair, curvy enough to appeal to even a man of Frank's generation. He tried not to look at her ass, but considering the nature of his ultimatum, it was impossible not to. Besides, it moved so nicely in the slim knit skirt she was wearing.
He half expected her to go right out the door to find the nearest someone to report him for sexual harassment. But much to his satisfaction, she turned the lock on the door and moved slowly and tentatively back towards his desk. Of its own will, his cock jumped in his trousers. Frank did his best to ignore it, as he was much more interested in teaching this young woman a lesson she wouldn't forget.
Frank pulled a heavy, straight-backed chair from the conference table and placed it in front of his desk. He sat down and regarded his errant employee carefully.
"Do you understand the seriousness of your offense?
"Yes," Angela replied.
Angela looked confused. "Yes… I do? Frank?"
"Try again," he commanded.
"Yes…sir?" she tried, looking extremely uncomfortable.
"That's better. Now, Angela, do you realize that I had every intention of firing you, and that I'll do so in a flash if you ever pull a stunt like this again?"
"Good. I'm going to make sure you remember that. Are you wearing underwear under your pantyhose?"
Angela started visibly at the sudden personal tone of the question.
"Sir," Angela added hastily.
"Then take off your pantyhose and put them on the table. And when you've done that, you can take off your panties and hand them to me." She looked at him in disbelief. "That's an order, young lady! I expect you to obey my orders. Hesitation will just get you in more trouble with me."
Reluctantly, Angela did as he said. Frank watched sternly as Angela slipped her hands up under her skirt. She was ever so conscious that in doing so she was unavoidably revealing more of herself, and her face went beet-red. She slipped off her pantyhose, then went back for her panties. These she handed to Frank. Very expensive soft cotton and pretty lace, he noticed, before he let her warm panties drop to the floor beside his chair.
"Anything else on under your skirt, young lady? Are you completely bare under there now? I want the truth this time. I'm going to check and if I find out you've lied to me again, things are going to be that much worse for you. Are you bare now?"
Angela's lips were drawn tight, as if she was fighting back tears. She nodded her head, too embarrassed to speak under this line of questioning, and Frank proceeded with the check he'd promised her.
He ran both of his hands up under her skirt along the outside of her thighs, then slid his palms over her hips and back around over her round, warm buttocks. He paused for the briefest moment, then drew his hands down the back of her thighs. Almost as an afterthought, he slipped one hand between her legs, discovering she was slick and hot.
"So you respond to a firm voice, eh?" Frank observed as Angela tried to squirm away, deeply humiliated to be caught excited. "We'll see how you respond to a firm hand!"
He pulled Angela back so she was standing straight in front of him, then quickly pushed her skirt clear up to her waist, revealing all of her thighs and her lovely dark thatch.
Angela gasped to be bared so suddenly. The sound made Frank look up, and he noticed again the long paisley scarf around her throat.
"Remove your scarf and hand it to me," he ordered. She obeyed silently, and Frank pulled her hands behind her back, making her sweet round breasts push even more against the thin silk of her blouse. He noticed, of course, but kept focused on his immediate task, which was to secure her hands behind her back.
"This is going to be a very hard spanking, Angela. I don't want any interference from your hands," he explained to her. Standing there in front of him, bared from the waist down, her little hands tied, Angela let out a great sob of fear.
At that, Frank pulled the terrified girl over his knees. In doing so, he got his first look at her naked bottom. He repositioned her on his lap, forcing her head down closer to the floor and her bottom up higher. When he had her right where he wanted her, he took a moment to enjoy himself. He smoothed his hands over her pretty white globes, and lightly pinched those favorite bits where the buttocks curve down towards the pussy.
But when Frank started to pull her cheeks apart slightly, Angela launched a silent protest, wiggling and clenching her buttocks tight. Frank decided it was time to get back to business.
So he raised his arm and began with a flurry of spanks, so sudden and so hard that the pain seemed to explode in Angela's brain. She gasped for breath, then twisted and turned, trying to escape his hand, but he pushed her bound arms up higher so he could get a tight grip on her hip. Once he had her so she couldn't move at all, he continued to spank her all over her fast-reddening bottom. Hard and steady.
Angela felt like her bottom was on fire, and fat tears were rolling down her face. "No more! No more! No more!" she begged, but her boss had no intention of stopping yet.
He made sure he spanked every inch of her upturned bottom, from just under her hands to the tops of her thighs. He slapped the sides of her hips, and worked over the spots where the buttocks meet with particular vigor, flattening her full bottom with every strike. Only halfway through this treatment, Angela was kicking her legs and bawling like a little girl.
Finally, Frank stopped and ran his hands over Angela's poor, punished bottom. He felt the heat and the knots of welts forming under the flesh. He admired the deep red color he'd raised. Angela went limp over his knees, sobbing in pain and agony.
"Do you know why I spanked you, Angela?" he demanded.
"Because…because I deliberately missed a deadline," the well-chastised girl answered from down near the floor.
"And what else?" Frank pressed.
"I..I lied to you," Angela said between sobs.
"Yes, and that's what I'm going to spank you for next. I detest liars, Angela, so the next part of your punishment is going to be much harder to bear. But bear it you will, and I hope you learn from it so I don't have to repeat the lesson."
Angela began to wail, but Frank held her tightly by the waist as he reached over and pulled a stout wooden ruler off his desk.
"Open your legs wide, Angela, and stick your bottom up high. Wider. That's right. Now get your bottom up good and high so I can punish you properly. I'm not going to start until you get it right, and I won't look kindly on being kept waiting," Frank warned, finally getting Angela's full cooperation.
Once he had a full and unobstructed view, he made her maintain the position as he launched a lecture about the importance of honesty, punctuating his comments with sharp raps of the ruler on the tender insides of her pale thighs. Angela cried out piteously with each blow, but somehow managed to maintain the vulnerable pose for twenty painful smacks.
Frank set the ruler back on the desk. Then, drawn to that lovely bit of bottom just where it joins the legs, he pressed his hand ever so gently into her flesh. Angela sighed softly. Then Frank raised his hand and smacked her there, very hard, drawing a surprised and anguished cry from Angela, who had thought her ordeal was over. He repeated the blow again. And again, until Angela was crying hard once more.
Frank stopped. He let Angela rest across his knees for a minute or two, then pushed her up onto shaky legs. He bent her over his desk, legs spread wide.
"I'm want you to stay just like that, your spanked bottom on full display, so I can examine my work," Frank commanded. "If you move so much as a muscle, or if I'm not satisfied that you're well punished, you're going back over my knees for some more."
He poured himself a glass of water, and turned the chair so he could sit back and admire the view. It was completely obvious that, as genuinely painful as her punishment had been, Angela had become aroused by the experience. This young woman was clearly excited to find herself face-down and helpless over a strong man's lap, and punished like a little girl.
Frank wondered if she realized it, then felt sure she did. He felt a surge of tenderness. Poor thing. She must be feeling pretty darn confused right now.
So, very gently, Frank helped Angela back upright. He turned her so he could see her face, which was so forlorn that he sat down in the spanking chair and pulled her carefully onto his lap. She melted against his chest and began to sob.
"I know, baby," he soothed as he stroked her soft, dark hair. "It hurts, but you took it well. It's over now, and you're forgiven. I'll take care of you. I'll help you figure this out."
He reached for her panties, and helped her slip them over her throbbing bottom.
"I'm not through with you, Angela," he said gently. "I am going to carry through with that program of discipline. But you are going to be a better reporter, and a better and happier person for it," he promised. And he knew it was true. She did too.