Nora flipped through the mail absentmindedly, sorting the junk from the bills. It was one of the things she did every afternoon (except Sunday, of course). Most days it was routine, but every once in a while... She stopped instantly when she came across a black envelope with their address in gold calligraphy. There was no return address, but none was necessary. There was only one sender that ever sent such distinguished m...

I can't remember the last time I woke up on my own. My husband and I have what I can only guess is a unique arrangement. It started early in our marriage, when we were both fresh out of college. Our meeting was pretty vanilla, but it didn't take us long to figure out that we were yin and yang in the bedroom. We both liked it rough - he loved taking control and making me feel helpless almost as much as I loved being his pl...

"Ding." The alarm was never very loud, nor did it last very long. It didn't even have a particular sound. But it was effective. Karen never slept through it. In fact, she never heard of anyone sleeping through it. She sat up and opened her eyes. Her field of view landed on the window of her bedroom, but the status updates were what captured her first attention. The right-hand side of her peripheral vision listed the day's...

Mike and Lousie had only a couple of short discussions about Louise's session with Janet. Those conversations had been begun by Mike and Louise felt as though it was Mike's desire to insure that she was really ok with the arrangement. All Louise had to do was think about how she felt when Mike was gone to know what her answer was. Meanwhile, their life together continued on as usual. Louise rarely received a true punishme...

Louise met Mike while she was studying literature at St John's College and he was studying to be a submarine officer at the USNA. It was on one of the few evenings either of them found themselves in a local watering hole. That they were both living and studying so close to each other made it easy for their relationship to flourish. Louise sat in her kitchen nursing a cup of coffee thinking back on how they met, wooed and...

I love waking up naked every morning next to Daddy. Make no mistake - he's not my father. To the rest of the world, he's my fianceé, Mark, but I'm his good (well, mostly good) little girl and he's my Daddy. And I love being his good little girl almost as much as I love all of the grown-up things we do together. But I have to admit, I have a pretty serious obsession with Daddy's cock. Every time his cock is hard, well, the...

Normally I love the hardwood floors in our den, but at times like this, with my face only a few inches above, it's almost like being in the corner - it takes away everything else that might be in my field of view, removing everything that might distract. Not that there might be much that would distract me from my current position - nude, draped over my husband's knee in preparation for a hard spanking. The cool air in the...

Life continued in Pete's house. The springtime weather continued to get warmer as the days got longer until senior exams were upon the girls. Exams lasted for a week, but for the week before and the week of exams, Pete told the girls that their weekly appointments with him for private spankings were going to be set aside so that they could concentrate on their studies. The girls spent most of their time when they weren't...

Nora sat on the stool in the backstage room in the black string bikini she had been provided. The only other possessions she had were her two strappy stiletto heels. She didn't have to wait long before the door opened and a couple walked in. Nora guessed they were in their early 30s, and were quite well dressed. The man was in what must have been a custom tailored grey suit. The woman was in an ankle length, white dress....

Nora sat at the kitchen table tapping the end of a pencil on the table. In front of her was a questionnaire she had to complete. The questions were a methodical, painstaking inventory of her sexual limits and experiences. Notably absent from the form were questions about what she actually enjoyed. She knew why, and the thought of why filled her with that familiar mix of excitement and trepidation - the same feelings she f...

Friday evening at 10:00 was the scheduled time for Linda's session with Pete. She usually made her way upstairs to get undressed at about 9:45, but this evening Pete had special plans. He was seated out in the living room in his easy chair. He looked like he was reading a magazine, but he was really waiting for Linda to get up from the couch where she was reading a textbook and head for the stairs. Laura was studying at t...

"Pete, can I talk to you?"     It was Sunday afternoon, and Pete was watching football. He looked up to see Laura standing there. He muted the TV and turned to give her his attention. He replied, "Sure. What's up?"   "Sam has tickets to a concert, but they're for Wednesday night. But that's... well, that's our night..."   Pete nodded. He said, "Since you're seeing him, would you rather he take care of your weekly needs?"...

"Come in," Pete said. He was in his office Thursday afternoon when he heard a knock on the door. The door opened and Lana was there. She looked like she had just gotten back from something athletic. She was in sweat pants and a tight T short and her long black hair was in a pony tail. She stepped into the middle of the room as Pete turned his chair around and smiled.     "Hello, Lana. What can I do for you?"   Lana took a...

"Pete, can I talk to you about something?"     It was Laura's voice that brought Pete's attention away from the bookkeeping task that he was working on at his desk. He looked up and turned around to face her. She bit her lip nervously as she stood before him. She was dressed for school, having arrived after the end of her day.   "Of course, Laura. What can I do for you?"   "Well, I met... someone... and we've been talking...

She had long ago given up her name. Of course, the vanilla world insisted on her using it still, but at times like this she was 26-383-167-694. A machine somewhere on the Internet assigned that number to her at her request. It was who she was now to the extent that it mattered. She lived with her Master. He too had a name in the world, but using it herself would imply that she was an equal to him rather than his possessio...