Menial work Stories

“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...