My naked, defenseless bottom was the victim of Christina's strong, punishing right hand. My naked buttocks and the backs of my thighs were a riot of sharp and daunting pain as Christina's hand rained down punishing slaps upon my naked and innocent buttocks. Christina's aunt and Anne Marie were witnessing my humiliating punishment, and my pride was the only...
Dee's Naughty Descent Ch 06 From Sluthood to Stardom Note: Dee is a real person. I have been following Dee's life for almost five years. She has come from being a quiet, submissive mom and teacher to being a hot momma who worships the black cock and everything that come with it. Recently, she met up with her 18-year-old daughter, Melissa, who had been turn...
The next morning I grabbed a quick shower, dried off and sat down at the breakfast table with a mug of coffee and a bowl of raisin bran. Julie was also sitting at the breakfast table and staring at me with a manic smile. It was really creepy. Nobody should look that happy at 6:58 in the morning. I tried drinking my coffee, and hoped that after I had some...
Theodore Malvis is the name. Who am I? A tall, good-looking young black man who happens to be the hero of this story. Adventure is the nature of my game. Well, that's my hidden passion, anyway. In my everyday life, I'm a student at Graystone University. It's a small, private Roman Catholic school located in the small town of Graystone, Kansas. I found out ab...
Author's Note: This is a stand-alone story that is part of a larger series about the titular character, Nellie. Each story that follows can be read on its own or together, in any particular order, though they will be posted in chronological order. The stories may fall under different categories, but all will tell tales of Nellie's various adventures. In th...
Prologue This story is a rewrite of a story I previously wrote entitled "Coming Home." I have used many of the same characters but the plot has changed significantly. It is as far as possible historically accurate although of course the characters and the plot are fictional. The Nazi U Boat threat in 1941 was gradually strangling the UK supply lines and Me...
When Jerry calls me on Tuesday, I refuse his invitation. After two days of internal struggled, I call him back and agree. The temptation is just too much for me. I think to myself, "Fuck therapy; I can't take it; I'm a junkie." Although Jerry isn't specific, I know that it will be one of those sexual experiments like those that I deviate into at least once...
I let us into the room and we readied ourselves for bed, still not really speaking. I knew it was up to me to make things right, but my feelings were a mixture of anger at her for taking it so far, jealousy and annoyance at myself for being so turned on with the whole experience. So instead of discussing it sensibly, I punished her by behaving like a childis...
Dinner was as expected, with the four of us sitting around the dining room table as Kelly, and her younger daughter, Anne peeked their heads in to see what we thought of it before they moved on to cleaning up and putting the finishing touches on the cake respectively. Mom and Dad were still glaring daggers at each other while picking at their food. Constan...
I was sitting on the couch, reading, when Rupert and his slave arrived. Marie, having been subject to Kelly's fussing had been washed, and forced into one of her new uniforms as soon as it was dry, and then did whatever she could to stay close to the front door. Despite that, Grace still managed to beat her to the front door when the bell rang. Rupert and...