Ronnie spent most of the forty-five-minute trip to the hotel reading his brochure. He had passed Carla hers, and they joined most of the other passengers quietly passing the time reading though their brochures and the various leaflets that accompanied them. Although the brochures made no direct reference to swinging or wife-swapping, terms such as lifestyle couples, as well photographs of naked people around pools, on bea...

Sarah, or Miss Jones as Simon was now expected to address her, drove them to her house. Once there, Simon was instructed to remove the remaining bags from her car and take them around the back to the garden shed, where they were added to those already there. Two or three trips were needed, but once everything was inside the shed, she locked the door with a hefty padlock, leaving Simon wondering when he would see any of hi...

Ronnie hadn’t slept very long before the sound of the passenger announcement came over the public address system. He had spent most of the flight to Miami worrying; about work, the kids, the house, and just about everything else outside of that. Staring out of the window at the endless sight of the Atlantic Ocean, he let his mind focus on everything that was negative. Reading magazines and brochures, even trying to watch...

To re-cap what's happened, it's a Friday evening and Simon's currently outside Emma's house, totally distraught. Emma had been his girlfriend and a month earlier she had discovered that he had been abusing her underwear and had persuaded him that he needed to be punished in a way that might cure him of his perversion. This had involved him wearing items of female apparel around the clock for four weeks, including discreet...

How long had he been following me for? Was it due to my outfit, was anything too revealing about it? Maybe I was being paranoid, and he was walking towards the bus station like I was. Sure, I had my moments when I thought the world revolved around me, but those were quickly snapped when reality sneaked its way into my illusory realm. It's my skirt, it has to be, I thought, glancing back at my mysterious follower. No, he m...

In the last part, Lucy and Philip are caught breaking Mary’s hanky-panky rules. Panties and pants had been inspected, and this had confirmed their fate; “six of the best for both of them.” Mary had played with Philips's nipples and had clamped clothes pegs on them. Philip had stood with his pants down, his hands on his head while he watched Lucy's caning. Lucy had been severely caned and was a completely teary mess. Mary...

That evening, after dinner, Simon and Emma watched a film together until bedtime. Occasionally they held hands but never more than hands. It was at bedtime that Simon discovered that he was no longer to share Emma's bed. "We need to get this four weeks out of the way," she had explained. "I just wouldn't feel comfortable sharing a bed with someone in a nightie, wearing knickers and a bra. It would be like sharing a bed wi...

Simon arrived home and was immediately required to show his purchases to Emma. She examined each item carefully while Simon waited, dreading the thought that he would be sent back to exchange something. "Good," she announced. "These are just right, so let's hope they fit!" She stared at him, causing him to feel nervous. "But before you try them on, there are a few things I need to say. I think you might need all the help...

The shopping trip was every bit as bad as Simon expected. He spent so long browsing in the lingerie section of the first store, trying to pluck up the courage to select the items he needed, that he was approached by an assistant who asked if she could help. He immediately regretted his impulsive reply of, "No, thank you, I'm only looking." It made him sound like a pervert, so he hurriedly moved out of that shop and into t...

While out on her walk, Emma spent the time deciding how to deal with Simon and by the time she had got back, she had hatched a plan to punish him. On entering the house, she went straight to her study to pick up a pad and pen and then went up to the bedroom to check on Simon. As she hoped, he had obeyed her instructions and her black thong was still in place, pinned to the wall by his nose, showing that he had not fidgete...

"I want you to go and stand in the corner while I work out how to deal with this." Her voice was steady and assertive, and any anger she felt was disguised. "NO!" Simon replied, in an equally firm voice, but with his anger barely concealed, "I'm not a child! We'll sit down and discuss this like adults." "You will go and stand in the corner, Simon. Your behaviour has been childish so I'm going to treat you like a child. Go...