She sauntered towards him, excited but determined to not show it, in her undergarments only. The lacy material covered nothing and she was glad. In her hands, she held two ribbons for his wrists. She grinned naughtily. She was in charge this time. He looked at her from the futon and felt himself harden. Not being in control wasn’t something he was used to but he couldn’t ever resist her. She ordered him to strip and sit b...

In front of a roaring fire that kept the crisp coldness of a December morning at bay, Lizzie turned the page of her special book and continued to read the words of Miss Asher: "It was with a sudden moment of clarity that I found the very thought of bending over a Gentleman's knee quite the most thrilling thing ever. The idea of submitting myself to the firm administration of a dominant personality gave rise to many a frot...

It was many months since Samantha had felt such strong desire towards another woman as she now experienced with Kathy, her pretty blonde fitness instructor. In fact, for a whole year Samantha had been entirely faithful to her partner Levon, and entirely within his thrall. He was rich and attractive, romantic and attentive to her needs. He was a voracious lover. What was not to like? Levon had kept Samantha satisfied, and...

Dear Diary, Well, today I learned about a practice I thought had died along with the middle ages, and a lot more about my own desires... I was sitting at the bar in that cosy little place up on the top deck. A couple of guys had tried approaching me, but they didn't do anything for me, so I politely turned them away, saying I was waiting for someone. A woman sat down next to me, and gave me a brief nod. As she looked down...

It's raining cats and dogs outside and Mr. Jack Wellington is hailing a cab when he bumps into Olivia Stetson, both on their way to work. "Excuse me, Miss, would like to share this cab with me?" he asks. "Sure, I would like that very much, Sir," she says. As the cab pulls to the curb, Mr. Wellington opens the door to allow her to get in first, holding his umbrella over her so she doesn't get too wet. As they ride to the a...

Only the week before I had watched my Mum spanking Jack, the boy next door, and he was stark naked. Not only that but afterwards I had watched as his Mum tried to control his naughty cock using a leather belt. Read ‘Jack is Spanked by my Mum’ for the full story.  Now I was in our kitchen being questioned by Mum. “Alison, I want the truth,” she started, “Maureen next door says that Jack finally told her how he shot his loa...

“Just don’t mess with that plug while you’re in there.” His voice echoed in my brain as I turned on the water and wet a washrag. “Are you going to come out again soon?” he called from the living room. “Because your beer is getting hot.” I found myself biting my lower lip to keep from shouting back a number of bad responses, ranging from an observation on the general nastiness of light beer to a fairly dirty retort regardi...

It was the disease the white man brought to us. It wiped out almost our entire tribe. There were only thirteen of us left. The worse part was it wiped out all the women and children. We were a tribe consisting of twelve braves and one witch doctor. Our tribe was only a generation away from being extinct. The winter was almost over and spring was upon us. It was the time we would usually form a big hunting party and have a...

The passion was heavy and dark, enveloping my senses in euphoria. His hands shook as they ghosted over my curves, relishing in each new inch of undiscovered territory. His lips overtook mine, molding perfectly as they muffled our sounds of pleasure. Just when I could bear it no longer, I felt the tension flood from my body as I reached my peak. He followed seconds later, his body trembling as a loud moan rang from his thr...

I have previously related the events surrounding the first time I was spanked by Michelle, and then the events of the second time I was spanked by my own girlfriend, Eileen, when I told her that Michelle had spanked me. It didn’t take me long to figure out that I should probably keep this spanking business to myself unless I wanted to get spanked more. The problem was that there were already three people who knew, Michell...

The neckties around my wrists and ankles were tight. Tighter than usual for sure. So tight in fact, I’d probably have a tough time getting loose if the need arose: like if Pam fell and couldn’t get up or if a fire broke out or some other equally unlikely event. No matter. The odds were slim enough to be almost non-existent. I put it out of my mind, preferring instead to focus on the fun I’d be having in a few short minute...

I stepped out of the elevator on the fourth floor, took a left down the hall about thirty feet then took the first right I came to. I stopped directly in front of an expensive, heavy mahogany door with the silver metal numbers 4470 affixed just above a tiny peephole. As usual, I knuckle-tapped the door just loud enough to be heard inside and chanced a nervous glance up and down the hallway. Still empty. Good. I hated bein...

The events that I am writing about occurred many years ago. My recollection of these events, therefore, has been distilled and flavored by the process of time and some modest historical revision. In Part One I described the events that occurred one summer afternoon when I was eighteen years old, still a virgin and labored under the delusions of youth and the hubris of an imagined literacy. At that time, I had a girl frien...