“Merry Christmas, everyone!” “Merry Christmas!” We all clinked glasses, my parents, my brother and I. “Here’s to health, wealth and happiness!” said my dad. I smiled inwardly. Two of those things had improved substantially for me of late. I had made nearl...
Chapter 2 - Getting To Spank Her Part 6 – Susan Gets Punished “Chloe! Where are you, baby?” she called out to her daughter after she’d gotten a T-shirt on. “In my bedroom, Mom!” “I saw your car in the street. It’s so good to see you! You’re home early. I...
5 – All He Wanted On the way to the party, Jeremy reminded himself repeatedly that this was something Allison wanted. She’d had a rough couple of weeks and looked forward to the distraction of a large party, and though he didn’t much like such parties, la...
Oh, I have been a bad girl. It’s easy to come to that conclusion the second I step inside my dimly lit living room. No sounds come from anywhere in the house. Instinctively I find myself gripping the leather of my purse a little bit harder. When this is t...
When I woke the next morning, I was still horny as hell. I took my new black dildo into the shower and I plunged myself on it until the hot water ran out. I did not cum in my cage, so it only served to make me more horny. My work day was most unproductive...
It was 1968 and although the so-called swinging sixties were in full swing, this was not the case in suburban Bournemouth. As a retired headmaster from a local mixed grammar school life progressed at an enjoyable if sedate pace. I lived in a semi-detached...
Chapter 8: Ivories tinkled = Just another day in servitude as a maid, I helped prepare breakfast, served Mummy and Daddy at their table, cleared up, and started my cleaning chores. That morning, I had to clean and polish the drawing room. While I was work...
It was another day at the St. Margaret’s Academy for Wayward Girls, and having just finished their morning inspection, the twenty or so girls of Mr. Wilson’s eighteen-year-old class slowly let their skirts fall back down into place. Then, with their faces...
Nick and I didn’t get much notice that we were going to stay with Mum’s school friend ‘Auntie Geraldine’, in her pokey house in a grim little village in Norfolk. She lived there with her daughters Judy, seventeen, and Rebecca, eighteen. We hadn’t been the...
It is a curious tradition in literature that all epic poems begin in the middle of the story. Homer began the Iliad in the midst of the Trojan War, and Milton began Paradise Lost with Satan's rebels fallen into Hell, to name but two examples. With this in...
“What am I going to do with you, slut? For now, strip for me, slowly,” I demand while slapping a riding crop in my hand. “Once completely nude, turn, face the bed, bend down, and place your hands on the mattress.” “Yes, Sir. Again, I’m very sorry.” While...
I'm in training. I have chosen to be in training. I have asked Oliver to enforce strict disciple and he has, happily, agreed. Today was an example. We were driving along - Oliver enjoys driving - and suddenly we stopped. We were on a deserted country road...
Sandy led the way from the lounge to the stairs. Abraham held her arm tightly as they climbed. At the top were four rooms. A toilet, a bathroom, and two bedrooms. The two bedrooms faced each other, and she stopped and faced the door on the right. Abraham...
1- You Want ME to Do It? Sara and I had been really good friends for many years, having met when we worked together. We’d occasionally go out for a drink after work to relax or blow off steam. Over time our friendship got to the point where we’d share mor...
It was morning at the St. Margaret’s Academy for Wayward Girls, and dressed in their standard school uniforms consisting of a simple blazer and a knee length skirt, the twenty or so girls of class 2-1 stared straight ahead as they waited for their usual i...
