The next day, Sunday, still feeling stunned and bewildered by my visit to Mrs Campbell, I reported to her daughter, Ashley, for my weekly caning. She looked cheerful as she opened the door to let me in. “Hello, Michael,” she greeted me. “How did the cleaning go with my mum?” “Er... fine, Miss. She's taken me on.” “Cool. So now you can afford my increased rates. Everyone's a winner!” I nervously nodded as I stripped down t...

“I'm sorry, Michael, but I'm going to have to double what I charge you,” Ashley explained in a very matter-of-fact manner. I was still groaning from the caning she had administered as I had been spread over her kitchen table—twelve fiery strokes of a whippy cane expertly applied across my bare buttocks. Consequently, it took me a couple of minutes to process what she was saying. “Sorry...” I gasped, easing myself up and f...

Mr. Wright As you may know, I am the Headmaster of The Progressive School For Girls. In the senior year of our school, our girls, just ten of them, are introduced to sexuality and submissiveness. Four other faculty members and I each train two of our seniors throughout their last year. Occasionally, one or two of the girls may have already lost their virginity, but most of them are still virgins when senior year begins. A...

My name is Tom Wright. I'm the headmaster of The Progressive School For Girls, an exclusive boarding school for girls, fourteen to eighteen. Girls must be at least fourteen when they enter the school, so they will be seventeen by the time they enter their Senior year. For the first three years, we focus entirely on Academics, and our students routinely attend some of the world's finest universities after they graduate. In...

It was Saturday afternoon, and I was now alone in my house, Hannah having left. The buoyed up feeling I'd had in her presence had dissipated, and I knew that it would be a week before I saw her next—and therefore a week before I would be unlocked. How would I, someone addicted to self-pleasuring, cope for a week? I had absolutely no idea! But I did know she would be keeping tabs on me. For a start, she was now expecting m...

Following Hannah's visit on the Saturday, I slept fitfully that night but still awoke the next morning with a strong erection. It wasn't long before I spilt my seed into my hands, as I excitedly remembered the way she had humiliated me the day before. But, as I came down from my climax, sanity began to return. Being dominated by her had been mind-blowing, yet, deep down, I knew that being submissive towards Hannah wasn't...

I balance the pile of student essays in the crook of my arm as I open my office door. I manage to make it to the desk without dropping them and dump them on top of another pile I collected yesterday that I haven’t managed to start correcting either. I slump into my chair, feeling drained already. My husband, John, had had another restless night with the alarm going off on the ventilator half the night, and I wasn’t feelin...

It has been such a stressful week for me this week; finally it is Friday, and my last exam is this afternoon. I can finally relax afterwards and hopefully get a good mark so I don’t have to take extra tutoring sessions to catch up on which areas I have to work on. The last thing I need is to stay back during spring break to make up the extra credits to pass the subject in this class. I don't think that there are any tutor...

Home 09:00 Alex stood in the hallway, glimpsing the familiar contours of their home through the half-open door. The soft click of the lock was a promise of safety he hadn’t felt in days. Weeks, months. His heart thudded under his ribs as he carried his overnight bag, heavy with the unsaid, the unspoken, the ache he could feel in his bones. He paused, inhaling the scent of cedar that clung to the air. This was their sanctu...