Rachel didn’t want to admit it – and it would have come as a terrible disappointment to her boyfriend – but she didn’t really want to go to dinner at Jeff’s house. Bertie had been insisting on this visit for months, telling her how despondent Jeff had sounded since his much younger girlfriend (Read: sugar baby) had broken up with him the summer before. And while Rachel had enjoyed Mika’s company while it had lasted, she’d...

Rachel had been quiet the entire ride home from Jeff’s place. Bertie wasn’t sure how to break the silence – what do you say to someone who’s just watched their grown sister take a bare-bottom spanking? He’d had maybe twenty minutes to decide how to play this conversation, but all of his options had been dependent on reading Rachel’s expression when she returned. And she was… inscrutable, maybe dealing with some conflictin...

Have you been a good girl? Leanne refreshed the webpage, half-expecting the listing to vanish as if it never existed, either a trick of her mind or a victim of the public library’s ‘adult content’ firewall. But it returned, same as before, and she dug herself a little further into her cubicle. To answer the question – no, no she hadn’t been a good girl, not by any stretch of the imagination. Even the few friends she had l...

“What have I gotten myself into?” wondered Jeff to nobody in particular. He’d put up the online ad on a lark, after a few beers and a tough-love pep talk from his buddy Carl after he’d spent another boys’ night complaining about how he’d never find anybody else like Mika, not at his age. Carl had grabbed him by the shoulder and said, “Frobie, you were luckier than any old fuck like us has the right to be. Not because you...

After seeing her sister’s apartment, Rachel decided that she owed her boyfriend an apology. Much as Bertie’s hyper-punctual housecleaning schedule could irritate her, it had never occurred to her that his efforts could be keeping something like that from happening. “So,” Leanne mumbled, “where do you want to start?” Even for a studio the apartment was small, and it was clear that their parents had set Leanne up with a mis...

The gray hairs had been the first sign. They’d started to sprout after Rachel stopped dyeing her hair, the occasional silver streak running through her short, dark locks. It had been endearing at first – Rachel had always appeared younger than her years, almost ethereal, and that first reminder of her years made her somehow more real. There were other signs as well – loose skin and wrinkles where he hadn’t noticed them be...

The moment that she opened her door to Jeff, with a guilty Leanne lingering behind him, Rachel was able to piece together what had happened. “You told him?” Two weeks ago (Two and a half now), Rachel had found a used cigarette carton that Leanne had previously hidden from her Daddy in her sister’s room. Knowing that Jeff would spank her if he found out, Leanne had sworn her to secrecy in exchange for taking her punishment...

Bertie had been called a number of unpleasant things in his life. An ex-girlfriend had called him spineless years ago. An employee he’d fired for drinking on the job had said he was a narc, and his own mother in a moment of frustration years ago had called him an ungrateful child. But, having his own girlfriend refer to him as a ‘tight-ass’? That particularly hurt. Less than an hour before, in a rare moment of serendipity...

She didn’t want to hurt Bertie. But it was coming to the point where that pain would be inevitable. Two years, Rachel remembered. It had been two years since they finished couples’ counseling, two years since their therapist of all people had introduced them to a community of kinky people like themselves. Since then, Rachel had seen more red or marked butts – her own included! – than she’d ever thought she’d lay eyes on....

It had been an oddly calm day at the café. There had been no inexplicable imbalances in the registers, no clueless trainees in need of babysitting, no last-minute sick calls - even the ever-malfunctioning espresso machine had kept its cool. Bertie had spent the latter half of his shift waiting for something to inevitably go wrong, but he clocked out at four p.m. disappointed. Typically by this time of the day he’d be exha...

Leanne blinked. When her eyes reopened the little boat was still there, pinned against the wall at the point where her eyes crossed. It faded in and out of focus like it was mocking her. “Daddy…” she pouted, “how much longer do I have to do this?” “How long did I tell you that you had to hold it there?” She remembered. “Eleven minutes and twenty seconds.” “That’s right. And seeing as it’s been—“ the chair creaked behind h...