As Emma stood with her nose pressed against the wall, her hands on her head and her bottom was stinging after yet another particularly painful but well-earned spanking, she thought about how, at twenty-three years of age, she continued to be subject to a whole series of stringent rules which were strictly enforced, just like today. Emma rented a room from Victoria Holmes who was forty-six-years-old. Although just by chanc...

They call me Mr. Kendrick. When I say "they" I'm of course referring to the students. I'm a principal at a small private school. The school is divided into elementary, middle, and high schools respectively. I'm in charge of the high school. I've gotten to know many students over the years, but one that always stands out in my mind is a girl by the name of Laura Spivey. Laura stands five foot seven with a slender, athletic...

Tim was in the pub with a girl from his office when his mobile went. He recognised the phone number and instantly knew it was Hannah.   She ordered, “Get your ass back home now or Abigail gets an email with a photo of the two of you, and do not kiss her goodbye.” Tim and Hannah were housemates, so living together and were friends, but each had their own bedroom. Tim looked around but could not see Hannah although knew she...

Nineteen-year-old Jessie was fed up with the way Dave, her boyfriend, put himself first all the time. She liked him a lot and was sure he liked her although it did seem a bit strange because he was forty-two years old. One of Dave’s most annoying features was that he was constantly late when he and Jessie were due to meet up. Jessie was so annoyed one time because Dave forgot all about that they were supposed to be going...

Steering his Mercedes through morning traffic, Mark smiled at Clare. “That outfit is dynamite.” Discarded on their kitchen floor last Friday, it thrilled him she'd recycled the stunning multicolored micro skirt. Clare smiled. Woven-colored lines decorated the striking black micro skirt, demanding tall boots. Her black merino wool sweater allowed the skirt to shine. Associated with her dreadful whipping from him, it didn't...

Saturday night came and Maisie arrived to be welcomed by a smiling Ella. The two eighteen-year-olds had spoken just an hour earlier when Ella explained that Mrs L had invited her lady friend to stay over as well, and she would take part in disciplining them, which would speed things up. Ella said she called the friend Miss M, and she was younger than Mrs L, being about thirty-five years old, and was a lovely lady. Maisie...

Bathed in morning sunshine in her bathroom, Clare checked her makeup and hair in the wall of mirrored cupboards above her sink. Finding zero flaws, she moved to the full-length mirror to measure her hemline. The sharp senior executive in a black miniskirt suit met her expectations. It wasn't her bathroom; it was his. However, if occupation counted, she'd taken over. Living miles high in the sky for the past two weeks, onl...

He’d been at the company for two years but his six-monthly reviews were carried out by his line manager, Lucy Bishop. Today though, he had been called to an HR meeting with the HR manager, Sarah Lawson. Jack was thirty-one-years-old and a well thought of highflyer in the company. His sales record was superb and he was quite often seen as the go to person when more junior staff needed help. Lucy Bishop was forty-two-years-...

Helen Spencer was looking forward to being taken to a country house for dinner with Angela Drake, her forty-five-year-old girlfriend, together with two of their friends, Jackie and Victoria, both also forty-five years old. Helen was forty-six years old, a statuesque six-feet tall with a medium build, blonde hair and electric blue eyes. She was looking at herself in the mirror wearing her favourite satin evening dress, whi...

Clare stared hard into her bathroom mirror. Mark had punished her and the matter was closed, their remarkable relationship the positive benefit of her foolish mistake. But her outrageous attempt at career suicide ten days ago required special recognition. She'd pushed herself to reach her powerful position. Self-respect required she address her major lapse. Early in her career, she'd punished herself. Frustrated with weak...

Clare typed her address into Mark's sat-nav as he drove, his smooth Mercedes a quiet oasis for her thoughts. His tough tone and powerful strokes had driven her to a stream of incredible orgasms bent over his desk. She'd disrespected her well-earned formal punishment. Drenched in the afterglow, she'd welcomed his undeserved kindness. Eager to ride the storm of emotions he'd triggered in her, she'd invited him home for dinn...