Despite the incredible humiliation and very real pain from the spanking by their landlady, Minnie, neither of the newly weds gave consideration to packing up and walking out, which to many would have seemed a very obvious course of action. For reasons that neither of them could yet begin to fathom, they rationalised that they deserved to be punished for thei...
This story involves spanking. If that is really not your thing then feel free to choose another tale. ***** We sat at a small table just in the window of the Café Etoile in Paris. It had become the haunt of choice for morning writing. Cassie and I were on an extended indulgence of our passion for writing stories, hoping that Paris would provide both inspir...
Let's see... where was I at the end of chapter three? Oh yes: seated on a footrest wearing lingerie and my pink collar, with my eyes adjusting to the bright light now that my blindfold had been removed—and adjusting to the sight of Jude's strap-on in front of my face. "Have you ever given another guy head?" Jude asked. "No, never!" "How about getting a bl...
The dishes had been loaded into the dishwasher. The kitchen had been cleaned, the condo picked up. Everything was back in order. I made a final walk- through, checking the front door and the sliding-glass door, setting the burglar alarm, turning off lights. I slid into bed beside Alicia, and she said, "So, what is this confession about?" "Well, Mistress, I...
She got there at nine fifteen. Marg opened the door and let her in. "I'm sorry the traffic was murder." "Never mind Diana, come in. Listen, I'm in a conference call right now. As soon as I'm done, we'll talk. Your room is down the stairs, go left to the last curtain on the left." She walked down the stairs into a large room that looked like a combined o...
A couple of months ago, a bunch of girlfriends and I were messing about in an internet chat room. It was one of those adult chat rooms in which people make various confessions about their sex lives under the least likely of pseudonyms – how they get off, what they did to their neighbour the other day, the kind of underwear they go to work in, and so forth. I...
A semi-autobiographical account of my sexual encounters over many years. Chapter Thirty-Four. 2014. (Late-May.) Eric and Gerry, both late-twenties. Phil, mid-fifties. Desperate to do a wee I remembered a small lay-by up ahead, bordered by some woodland which might prove suitable. Good, the lay-by was empty. Pulling in, the car had barely come to a standst...
I groaned my frustration as my wife pulled her well lubricated fingers out of my burning, tingling ass. At least her other slippery hand continued to stroke my dick, slowing but not pausing. I heard the cap on the Astroglide snap open and I knew she was lubing up a dildo as a replacement for her fingers in my now nicely stretched anus. She ran her hand over...
After 2 days of anal training and fucking, Janice's bottom was a tiny bit tender, but her attitude had indeed improved a great deal. Of course, the multiple orgasms she'd enjoyed not to mention the sexiness of her now stricter husband also helped. Something in her nature, though drove her to push Clark's limits. She wanted, needed him to be a strict dominant...
Chapter 37. Robin, mid-thirties. (July 1993.) I wasn't far from my destination of C******** when I realised there was something wrong with the car. Pulling onto the hard shoulder to see what was amiss I discovered a puncture in one of the rear tyres. Annoyingly it was the second time I'd had car trouble this year, having previously enjoyed trouble free moto...