Charlotte was lying on her bed, panting heavily. She was completely exhausted after fingering herself to three earthquake-like orgasms. As she was slowly coming down from the dopamine-induced high, she reflected on the past hours: How much the paperback novel she read on the beach had turned her on. How she tried to soothe the horny little devil on her shoulder by jumping into the cool ocean. How a wave had tumbled her ov...

It was the beginning of May at the St. Margaret’s Academy for Wayward Girls, and between the final few days of the spring semester and the start of the mid-year break, summer fell upon the school with the promise of all it had to offer. In the typical Arcadian fashion of the open-air countryside, however, the season also brought with it a sweltering heat that seemed to swallow everything alive. Birds, beasts, man, and sto...

Alex woke up around midnight and groaned. Her body felt like it had been put through the wringer, and she knew she would be feeling the effects of the night’s activities for days to come. But as exhausted as she was, there was a sense of satisfaction that came with knowing she had done her job well. She had given five men some of the best sex of their lives, and they had left her feeling more alive than ever before. Every...

The restaurant was a very expensive one, with white silk napkins, elegant cutlery, and Victorian-style decor. It was the sort of place her parents only ate at once or twice a year, and as she was shown to her seat, Alex reflected that being an escort tended to open doors that would otherwise stay firmly shut. She ordered a glass of water and was just about to take a sip when the client’s parents arrived. They introduced t...

“Good morning, and happy Saint Valentine’s Day, girls!” Reverend James began his sermon with particular emphasis, making his way up the aisle of the school chapel to the pulpit. “Can anyone here tell me what this day is all about?” It was my last semester at True Light School for Girls, and Valentine’s Day had happened to fall on a Sunday this year. I was sure that what I knew of this notoriously lascivious day was not th...

It was another day at the St. Margaret’s Academy for Wayward Girls, and having just finished their morning inspection, the twenty or so girls of Mr. Wilson’s eighteen-year-old class slowly let their skirts fall back down into place. Then, with their faces burning bright red from the lingering humiliation, they turned to walk back to their desks. In between the silence of the room and the chatter of their chairs, not a sin...

In the three weeks that had passed since her punishment first started, Reena was barely any closer to finishing than when she began. She stared down at the half-finished piece of paper in front of her, her fingers trembling as she held onto the pen. On the Proper User of Titles And Addresses: While present on academy grounds, students are required to obey all instructions issued to them by the faculty members of the schoo...

I changed into my schoolgirl outfit in the boys' locker room at school. I had been doing this for years, so I knew there was nobody in the building. I knew I'd have plenty of free time to indulge myself — I had started slowly, just panties under my pants, since I had been a sophomore; but now I was a senior and really knew the school and its rhythms well. As I pulled my wig on and prepared to roam the halls, I looked forw...