Wednesday seemed to take forever to come, and to make it worse I couldn't stop thinking about Mrs. Clark and Julie and what we had done together on Monday. Agreeing to be Mrs. Clark's submissive was definitely the best decision I had ever made. I couldn't wait to see what Mrs. Clark had planned for Julie and me on Wednesday. Wednesday finally came and fortun...
When my Statistics class drew to an end, I raced out of the room while struggling to keep from crying. I'd never gotten anything less than an 'A' on a test. And my very first quiz in my Freshman year at University I'd bombed with a 'B'. I was devastated. As I dashed down the hallway, I passed a bulletin board and a pink slip of paper caught my eye. It was h...
I spent the days after my second visit with Aunt Pamela trying to decide what I would wear on Friday. She told me to wear something feminine, but I didn't have anything really feminine. The girliest article of clothing I owned were the stretchy, velvet shorts I'd worn on Tuesday. And after doing poorly on a pop quiz in my History class, I knew I had to do...
XXVIII Susan was very kind to Amna after her day’s work; sensitively noting the young girl’s disorientation, but perhaps not really understanding why. She and her Pakistani friend took her to a burger bar where they chatted over some very squelchy whopper-burgers. Amna realised through the haze of her thoughts that Susan and the Pakistani were getting on ve...
"Really? A birthday party? At our age?" Cynthia asked, sounding exasperated. "Sara, you're finally going to be 18! It's not time for a kiddie party. It's time to go out clubbing! You'll finally be of legal age to party, even if we can't drink yet." "I know, Cyn. But the club will still be there the week after. And my Aunt Matilda specifically said she wante...
CHAPTER I: Suckling Aunt I am Venkat. That Sunday morning in May was a fateful one for me. It was on that day that my uncle's wife with her four-month-old baby came into our home in Conjeevaram, in Southern India, for a three-month stay. My town is the home of the world-renowned colourful brocaded silk saris. My grandfather was a weaver of the saris, and th...
Buggies and Boobs: A Passion in Old Fashioned At last I can relay to someone the experience of a lifetime that I enjoyed not so long ago in the very restrictive home and environment that's hallmark has been a horse and buggy. I was living with my father, mother and 3 sisters in the rural hills and valleys of central Pennsylvania. I was an 18 year old doubt...
The author thanks her cherished Liam and her now-beloved Aunt Betty for a spanking she will never forget, and which countless other women will yearn to share! PART I LIAM REMINDS LAURIE WHAT HAPPENED Last night I thought about me kneeling behind you on your bed looking at the pile of panties in front of you, my large hands completely cupping your breasts...
During supper both Danny and Dianne were thinking to themselves how good it would be to get Margaret involved with them. Danny stared at his Aunt, checking out her huge tits and big fat ass. Her clothes revealed a little more of here buxom figure, with unbelievable curves and firmness. There was definitely something dirty and raunchy about her body language...
It's odd how you tell one car from another just by sound, but I knew it was Aunt Em when I heard the car pull into the driveway. She's not actually my aunt. She and Mom were college roommates and have been joined-at-the-hip best friends ever since. Her parents stuck her with the name Frances Marie. Everyone calls her Marie except Mom, who calls her Frankie....