Michael sat in his car, parked in front of Dominique’s building, mindful of the time. She had demanded his presence at 11:30pm and It was 11:27pm. Last night, he learned the consequence for being early was almost as severe as the one for being late. The three minutes he had left were spent wondering why he was being summoned two nights in a row. Dominique sent him home last night with a plug stuck up his ass and said he...

Dominique’s call at 2 am, had roused him from a deep sleep. Their session lasted over two hours and exhausted him completely. Over that time, they consumed two bottles of wine. Due to the strenuous activity, most of the alcohol wore off before he left. but it still contributed to his need for sleep. Michael dozed off as soon as his head hit the pillow. True to Dominique's warning, in the morning, a piss boner threatened w...

As soon as he entered the taxi, Michael knew he had to take Riana's advice. The pain from putting weight on his paddled behind was so intense it wouldn't let up overnight. Sitting at his desk tomorrow was not an option. The cab ride was also proving to be a test of his endurance. Every sudden movement took his discomfort to a new level. The muscles of his arms and legs tensed in a vain effort to stay as still as possible....

Raina watched Michael march naked through the kitchen of her restaurant with smug satisfaction. It would be a cold day in hell before he pulled another stunt like the one that just earned him a blistered bottom. When Dominique returned on Friday, he would still be sporting the marks of her spatula. The sight of Michael standing before Alicia and apologizing was a reminder to call Dominique. It would not be proper for her...

The throb in his battered backside wasn't Michael's only reminder of his first encounter with Dominique. Every bit of his flesh, from his shoulders to his knees tingled with the effects of her particular kind of attention. He never felt more alive. Michael stepped into the street trying to resist the urge to massage his aching bottom. The memory of being paddled while draped over her knees was still fresh and he wanted th...

Standing in the corner with his hands on his head and a well-paddled bottom on prominent display, Michael waited for Raina’s entrance. Being put into the corner like a naughty child after a spanking was embarrassing but having someone you barely knew find you there was downright humiliating. The voices in the hallway were not loud enough to understand what was being said or to identify the newcomers. He could only hope it...

The sound of her high heels clicking across the wooden floor was the first thing to catch Mike's attention. It wasn't the sound itself that was intriguing. Many of the women who frequented this upscale tavern on Friday evening wore high heels. Her stride was different. It spoke to him of power, authority, and self-confidence. He turned to look, curious as to who this might be and was ensnared. Caught like a fly in a spide...

Olivia was not surprised when the phone rang at 4:30. Scott often called before he left work. Usually, to ask if she needed something he could pick up on the way home. She checked the caller ID before she answered. "Hi, baby," she said sweetly. "How was your day?" "Just fine, honey. I'm glad it's Friday. It’s been a long week. Is there anything I need to bring home?" "Just yourself. You're all I need tonight." Scott and O...

Ken Danager, the wonder boy of Bowman Advertising was late again. At twenty-four, despite his chronic lateness, he was the youngest Account Manager in company history. His imagination and his ability to turn his ideas into art enabled him to rise quickly. However. he had no excuse for being late. The meeting at Taggart International had been on his schedule for two weeks, and nothing had happened this morning to account f...

"It looks like someone bought Mrs. Mulligan's house," Alison Kilpatrick called to her mother. "The realtor is taking the sign down." "I hope it's a nice family," came the reply. "Mrs. Mulligan was a good neighbor. I'm going to miss her." Tom, Jane, and Alison Kilpatrick had moved next door to Mrs. Mulligan twelve years ago. Alison was eight at the time. They got on very well with their elderly neighbor. Tom mowed her lawn...

Alison Carter was driving to her job as a junior high English teacher and counting her blessings. She found her job very fulfilling and enjoyed being at work. In the three years she had been teaching, she had developed a reputation as a firm but fair teacher who was always in control of her classroom. She did her best to keep a usually boring subject interesting and was well-liked by her students and fellow teachers. She...