One of the fantasies to which my mind constantly returns is that of a young woman – a university student or a recent graduate – living in a situation where her actions and choices are controlled as though she was a child. Strict rules, etc. The discipline may be enforced by her parents (“As long as you’re under my roof, young lady!”), or somebody who she’d asked to provide the structure for her. It’s a hot idea. I always think about it, and sometimes write about it, and seek out spanking stories that deal with the subject.*

Funnily enough, this is not a fantasy I enjoy returning to very much when I stay with my mother. “No, you’re not going out, it rained earlier!” “Wear your coat! No, the winter coat!” “Why didn’t you phone you were going to be out until 10?” “You ought to chew your food properly; you eat too fast.” If I ever felt like writing another of the girl-returns-to-parental-home stories, I’ll have had lots of practical research to fall back on. Minus the spankings, obviously.

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* Though I’ve never found a story that convincingly explained to me why the girl submits to the childish treatment in the first place, unless she’s already into spanking.