I had made contact online with an elderly gentleman who professed a desire to spank the bottoms of willing younger men. No other form of sexual gratification was offered, but I was attracted to his confident demeanour and his dominant responses to my emails. He did say he liked the look of my bottom from my pictures and would take pleasure in spanking it. He...
Yorkshire, England, Late Summer, 1890 I felt the sting on my thigh and looked up to see that William had ridden up beside me and struck at me with his riding crop. I turned and twisted in the saddle and when he struck me again it was on the chest. Laughing, I gave my own horse the lash and its head and we were riding over the pastureland of Falconcroft, the...
Taylor stepped into the apartment. Anticipation hurried his movements as he kicked off his shoes and slipped out of his jacket, then he paused and forced himself to take the time to put them in their proper place. He ran fingers through his blond hair, contemplating whether or not he had enough time to take a shower before Drey showed up. The thought of the...
For a while now I have been with Danny. He is more of a real lover than ever I have known and perfectly gratifies me in every way. I cannot begin to describe appreciatively his fucking of me. I think we have covered almost every possible position and each one is as lovely and wonderful as the other. He has a beautiful cock and he lets me play with it all th...
For the very first time I clamped during Jeff's fuck. I just stiffened and stopped responding. He was puffing and panting and almost there but the fact is he was bloody well hurting me, he was talking me a little too much for granted. Okay - so we had frequently enjoyed the rough fuck with handcuffs and his briefs tied around my face - and yes it was rather...
Moulton-Midmarsh Reform School Its Foundation, Rise and Demise An imaginary tale set in the early twentieth century By Jason Land ***** Chapter 1 My name is Martin Fairweather. I am professor and head of the History Department at the Fenwide University, one of those institutes of higher learning created in that push by the governments in the 1980s an...
PART 6 - PATRICK'S FINAL TERM AT RIGBY ***** CHAPTER 1 Patrick Ingram-Lewis, the Head Boy had just returned to Rigby School after the Easter holidays. It was the last time he would be returning to the school at which he had been a pupil since the age of thirteen. At the end of this, his final term, he would be leaving the place for ever to start the next...
Foreword My regular readers will all be well aware of the fact that my stories tend to be rather long, This, my latest offering is no exception and runs in total to some 43,000 + words. Set in the near future in post Brexit Britain, it explores how four different establishments react and adapt themselves to the latest law, which once again allows corporal p...
Danny was in a hearty spanking mood when he came to see me on Sunday. He had that certain look about his as soon as he arrived. As usual as soon as I opened the front door there he was, standing there with a lusty look of anticipation and his huge bulge moving underneath his black jeans. That was the Danny I had come to adore and expect. If he arrived minus...
The problem with going to bed early was that I woke up early. On a Sunday too. Uh. I opened my eyes giving up trying to get back to sleep. 7:35am. Fuck. I immediately went to my computer and waited. The last email that I read opened up. Don't jack off. You'll receive an email tomorrow at 8:00am. More instructions to follow. MT I was horny and wanted to...